"Once we get inside, I can get one of the other kids to show you around if you like?" I shook my head. "That's really not necessary." I replied nonchalantly. I didn't need some mental kid showing me around a place I had to reason to be in. I wouldn't be there long anyway, not if I could help it. "Are you sure? It's a big place." Was this woman stupid? Did she really not understand from my uninterested expression and folded arms that I wasn't interested? "Yes, I'm sure. And you needn't bother introducing me to everyone either, I won't be staying long." She raised a neatly-plucked eyebrow at me. "What makes you think that?" she asked. "You're taking me to a place for messed up kids, I'm not in any way messed up." As my social worker, doctor and therapist all rolled into one, wasn't she supposed to know this about me? She should know that I'm completely normal. "It's not for messed up kids," she sighed, knowing she was repeating herself. "It's for kids who need help. Like you." What a cheek! I did not need help! "I don't need help." I stated, keeping a straight face. "Then why are you here?" she questioned. "Shouldn't you know that?" Doctor Laurie shook her head and sighed in defeat. The rest of the car journey was sat in silence. Doctor Laurie would soon learn I didn't talk very much, not to people like her anyway. "We're here." I stepped out of the car. One converse-clad foot landing on the concrete floor, then the other. I took my time to analyze the exterior of the building. The first thought that came to mind was, 'it looks like a prison', and it really did. The building was a dark grey color, almost black. I noticed barbed wire coiled around the gutter at the very top of the gloomy castle. It was very gothic, which in a way, attracted me. Overall though, I hated the place before I'd even stepped inside. Doctor Laurie must have noticed my unamused face because she said, "I know it looks dark and gloomy on the outside, but on the inside it's much different." She was right. I never thought it possible to hate a place so soon, but Brownley Institute made me realize I was wrong. The interior was colorful and had a friendly atmosphere. That meant people would try to talk to me, and I certainly didn't want that. I wasn't here to make friends, in fact, I didn't even know why I was here. All I knew that was I wouldn't be staying very long.