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Disturbed
They think we're disturbed, so we'll show them disturbed.
Safe Haven Mental Institution for the Youth is hidden away in the vast deserts of New Mexico. Surrounded by sand and the brutal sun, many patients, even in severe mental states, can tell that they want to stay in the hopsital rather than escape. It's not like they could anyway. The hospital is equipped with the latest techonology and equiptment to provide a safe and enjoyable experience for all of it's patients. Of couse, not everyone of the residents look at it that way.
It's a place where young people are sent once they have reached breaking points. Some come with cases of severe depression, post traumatic syndrome, schizophrenia, etc. Each patient is treated depending on their status and stability around themselves and others. Some are treated like normal teenagers, while others are kept under a close eye.
We welcome you to Safe Haven and can only hope you come back alive!
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Taylor's hands were beginning to go numb as she scrubbed and scrubbed at them. The burning water had stopped hurting minutes ago, but now as she scrubbed the soap onto her hands, the pale skin was beginning to tear. Taylor didn't mind though, because that was just going to make her cleaner. She would've continued this morning routine for hours if there wasn't a knock at the door. The glass door was pushed open once Taylor found a second to glance over, and in came one of the nurses. If there was one thing that Taylor hated about Safe Haven, it would be the lack of privacy. The doors made of thick glass if you were harmless but needed to be watched as Taylor was, metal with a glass window if you were dangerous, or wooden with a large glass window if you were semi-normal. But they were always watching no matter what.
That part didn't bother her that much. Unless she was stealing, Taylor was normally just sitting in her room or in the commons stacking up blocks, books - anything she could get her hands on really, and then taking them down. She'd line things up, sort them by size color and shape and then repeat it. She wasn't like the others who screamed and yelled, kicked and bit, she didn't like to hurt people.
"Taylor, it's time for breakfast," The woman said, a bright smile liting her wrinkled face. Taylor smiled back slightly, before nodding. She slipped on her glasses, pulled her sandy hair into a pony tail and walked out of her room. She was wearing more clothes than she needed to be on this sunny July morning, but it wasn't like Taylor would go out into the hospital yard. There were too many germs out there, and Taylor hated germs. Jeans, a white tank top and a white sweater fir the thirteen year old and she was content as she slipped down the hallway bare footed.
The dining hall was pretty empty, so after Taylor finished on the breakfast line, she walked over to one of the empty tables and sat down. Before she even touched the table though, she made sure to wipe down the area with a bacterial wipe. The table was definitely coated in grime.
Her eyes wandered as she took a small bite of her toast. She skimmed the room, counting up all of the things that were red, and then blue and then yellow. She was going to have to yell at the doctors later for not putting the same colored items together.
Disturbed
They think we're disturbed, so we'll show them disturbed.
Safe Haven Mental Institution for the Youth is hidden away in the vast deserts of New Mexico. Surrounded by sand and the brutal sun, many patients, even in severe mental states, can tell that they want to stay in the hopsital rather than escape. It's not like they could anyway. The hospital is equipped with the latest techonology and equiptment to provide a safe and enjoyable experience for all of it's patients. Of couse, not everyone of the residents look at it that way.
It's a place where young people are sent once they have reached breaking points. Some come with cases of severe depression, post traumatic syndrome, schizophrenia, etc. Each patient is treated depending on their status and stability around themselves and others. Some are treated like normal teenagers, while others are kept under a close eye.
We welcome you to Safe Haven and can only hope you come back alive!
----
Taylor's hands were beginning to go numb as she scrubbed and scrubbed at them. The burning water had stopped hurting minutes ago, but now as she scrubbed the soap onto her hands, the pale skin was beginning to tear. Taylor didn't mind though, because that was just going to make her cleaner. She would've continued this morning routine for hours if there wasn't a knock at the door. The glass door was pushed open once Taylor found a second to glance over, and in came one of the nurses. If there was one thing that Taylor hated about Safe Haven, it would be the lack of privacy. The doors made of thick glass if you were harmless but needed to be watched as Taylor was, metal with a glass window if you were dangerous, or wooden with a large glass window if you were semi-normal. But they were always watching no matter what.
That part didn't bother her that much. Unless she was stealing, Taylor was normally just sitting in her room or in the commons stacking up blocks, books - anything she could get her hands on really, and then taking them down. She'd line things up, sort them by size color and shape and then repeat it. She wasn't like the others who screamed and yelled, kicked and bit, she didn't like to hurt people.
"Taylor, it's time for breakfast," The woman said, a bright smile liting her wrinkled face. Taylor smiled back slightly, before nodding. She slipped on her glasses, pulled her sandy hair into a pony tail and walked out of her room. She was wearing more clothes than she needed to be on this sunny July morning, but it wasn't like Taylor would go out into the hospital yard. There were too many germs out there, and Taylor hated germs. Jeans, a white tank top and a white sweater fir the thirteen year old and she was content as she slipped down the hallway bare footed.
The dining hall was pretty empty, so after Taylor finished on the breakfast line, she walked over to one of the empty tables and sat down. Before she even touched the table though, she made sure to wipe down the area with a bacterial wipe. The table was definitely coated in grime.
Her eyes wandered as she took a small bite of her toast. She skimmed the room, counting up all of the things that were red, and then blue and then yellow. She was going to have to yell at the doctors later for not putting the same colored items together.
Feed Me!
