Everywhere I look, I am surrounded by white walls. I have a feeling that the walls are closing in on me, somehow. This place is filled with the sounds of shouting, screaming, moaning, crying, and screeching. I can practically hear the sounds of fingernails scratching against the wall. This place smells of disease, odor, and urine. They don't even give you a toilet! All they provide you with is a pot to pee and poop in. Many of the prisoners don't even use the pot. They use the corner as a bathroom. The people imprisonered here rarely take showers or baths. This hell of a place is the place I must call home. As much as I hate to say this, I'm probably going to live here for the rest of my life, even though it gives me a sense of insanity.

All of a sudden, I heard the sound of footsteps. As the seconds ticked by, the footsteps got louder. I tried to peek out of the window above the door handle, and I saw a pair of black boots. As the image got closer, I recognized the plump lady dressed in white. It was the grouchy, old nurse. She was holding a tray with lots of bowls on it. "Lunch time! Lunch time!" the old lady announced. As Nurse Bertha passed my room, she opened up my window and handed me a bowl. Inside the bowl, was a glob of gray, in which we call 'lunch'.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" I screamed. If I stay here any longer, I would go insane!

"Shut up!" barked the nurse.

Let me tell you the story of how I was brought to this fate. Let me tell you how they had accidentally put me into the insane asylum. It was a really tragic story. It all started when my puppy arrived a year ago. He turned my world upside down.