Bottom of the range

I start to climb the mountain

cold breeze follows me

I'll climb the limbs

terrain filled with rocks falling

Grass slowly turns brown

The room had children that are now shattering everywhere in all directions to classrooms. I hear my name from someone I don’t know. As I turn to them they turn away not facing me. One whispered to another

”What is that outfit?”

”I know right, she looks like a little kid!”

Pretending I didn't hear them I walked away. i passed a mirror in the hall admiring what I thought was a cute outfit. All I could think of was other peoples opinions on me. I dressed ‘normal’ and stayed hidden from others. Even if someone just glanced i thought they think I’m childish or weird. I could not speak to anyone outside of my family. I was basically non verbal at school. Always thinking of others opinions i stood quiet for years and hid in a skin that wasn’t mine.

Flowers show daily

A knock a card a bouquet every day

Even though your word flowed they didn't feel right

We don't match but you are relentless

Petals of fake promises and requests

Stems of begging questions

You wouldn't give up I don't understand

They still come to my house on my doorstep

These dead flowers have no meaning to me

But I keep them

The card with 'please' written everywhere

I don't understand

Why do you keep sending them if I always decline

Maybe you don't actually care

Maybe they are just for shits and giggles

Maybe they mean nothing to you

But your flowing words sound real

You must be paying for all of this right?

Maybe i'm crazy

Maybe you do care

You talk about me but never yourself

what about you

I have to know you right?

Maybe you send this stuff because you care about me so passionately

Maybe this is the truth

Or maybe it's all a lie

These dead flowers in your memory growing moldy sitting in my attic rotting away for what reason I don't need these stupid flowers anymore

Please don’t send me flowers

flowers on my doorstep arrived today

they are different from the others

These ones are red and the others are white

Wait, why should I care

these flowers are pointless

why keep them if they are just going to die out.

Goodbye Sender, and please don't send those flowers again...

“Stay calm”

How is that possible

My mind is jumbled

I’m shaking

I can’t speak properly

Cops At my door banging

My ears ringing

I feel as if I’m dead already

But then I wake up

Wheeling into a room

Padded walls

Dirty mattress

Cameras

“We’ll check in on you every day” they tell me

What no

I’m fine I swear

“No you’re sick”

Weight falls onto my shoulders

No windows

No noise

Just silence

Announcements say it’s 8:00

All the lights turn off

A camera in my room has a blinking red dot

This is all for you

Medication

Therapy

The state told us to hold you for 72 hours

But sign this paper it’ll make your stay seem more voluntary

No family or friends allowed

You are a danger to others and yourself

You are sick

You need help

Let us help, this is all for you

For your benefit

We didn’t cause and new problems

We just heightened what was already there

So please let these scary men in white lab coat and clipboards help

They are taking time out of their personal lives to help you

So be honest and don’t waste your time or ours

While you're waiting enjoy our

Plastic furniture

Coloring books

Old radios with no antenna

The static so loud you can't hear anything

Even the screaming to the lady down the hall

That's normal for her

It wasn’t but now it is

And until we can find the right medication

To shove down her throat

We will help her

Just like we’ll help you

If you’ll sign these papers

It’s not that hard

You only have a day left which is enough time

For a breakthrough or a break down

Which is a method to help you

And with your knuckles white and tears streaming down your face

With such an aggressive look

Maybe you need to be more social with other patients

Listen when they tell you how lucky you are to be placed here

We are the one of the ‘good ones’

Learn how terrible their trauma is

But anyway

Please sign these papers

You’re sick

Please let us help

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Play?

you start the game

Summer/spring time, the time of happiness when everything is in order, right, or correct

Wake up at 9:00 If an odd number go back to sleep until even

Color coordinate your closet by shade

Keep your schedule the same no matter what. A boy walks up to you at lunch and messes up your schedule. What do you do?

Option 1: Cry. this doesn’t help anything but it’s an option

Option 2: Clean, This is a good option it changes your schedule but you can clean everyday to keep THAT schedule.

Option 3: Yell at him: Never a good option don’t pick this.

Your mind runs away from you while thinking about it out of fear you choose

option 2

It's fall now. It's still okay but it could be better.

You go to the messiest classroom and clean thoroughly until waiting for the teacher. She thanks you and you continue with your day. The next day you wake up at *** you go back to sleep and wake up at !!! pm missing a lot of school already. You have 2 options.

1: Stay home and clean the entire house.

2: Go to school and have a panic attack midway in school.

You choose option 1. With it taking all day and looking at the clock every few minutes you finish cleaning and go on your computer. You read every new email and delete it all, pleasing you with the way gmail says “0 new emails” you do homework. That boy from 2 days ago who messed up your schedule sees you in the halls and apologizes. You have 2 options

Option 1: Ignore him and keep you schedule straight

Option 2: Listen to what he says and mess up your schedule.

oPtions OPTIONS

OPTIONS optiOnS

OPTIONs OptIonS

New option: give up.

It's winter, the time of sadness when you see your own breath in the cold air. The time when your body turns blue, When your tears turn to snow. When your heart stops beating, but your mind still runs. You’re staying still, frozen in time. The world continues without you.

You wake up in your bed and your mom is standing over you crying. You get up and she squeezes the life out of you as you ask what happened. Hearing your mom saying these words cut in and out.

“Panic Attack?”

“OCD”

“Doctors”

“Therapist maybe?”

Error System Crash

Game Unavailable

Thanks for playing!

Bottom of the range

I start to climb the mountain

cold breeze follows me

I'll climb the limbs

terrain filled with rocks falling

Grass slowly turns brown

The blackened classroom

with slumped students in their chair

A new realm opened

The students Powdered in

Chatter filled the room with noise

Vapor infused us

Their voices pounded

I hosed out their stomps

I burlapped their sound

I got my headphones

Bumps on the walls hurt my hands

A kid took me away

I stood in a hall

No noise or sound hurting me

‘You okay’ they asked me

The haze of gossip

Disappeared from my headphones

I fell to the floor

The villainous sound

Of those children hit my head

Suddenly it stopped

Mary Joe was newly widowed, she had a son Liam, and had just moved into a house in the woods. They were unpacking her old bits of letters lost in the mail due to the house change, her parents wishing her sorrow was just half of the messages sent. Liam was unhappy to be moving but Mary insisted they needed a new start. They proceeded to walk to the house and attempted to open the door. Mary found the key under the mat and continued to look around the house. The house was two stories, old, and abandoned. Mary walked inside holding her son tight even though she didn't like the vibe this house was radiating off.

Liam was holding his mother tight and he felt nauseous walking inside. Liam couldn't stand being inside that house he ran into the damp woods nearby, his mother chased far away after him. Liam ran into a police officer and and looked behind him to still see that the house had people standing there in the doorframe. Liam cried to the officer that he house he had moved into was haunted and that he didn’t ever want to stay the night there, but his mother ran over to him, apologized for her son and dragged him back to the house. “You’re speaking nonsense Liam! Lying to an officer is no good.” Mary said. Liam saw the people again but in the window of the attic this time. He walked into the house and he felt as if people were staring at him from all angles. He walked up the stairs to his new bedroom. Liam sat on the dirty mattress on the floor and opened his bags and started to take out and fold clothes to put them in the closet. As he opened the closet door multiple ghosts and goblins jumped and flew out. Liam screamed as these creatures flew before him, his mother heard and ran upstairs. By the time she got there every ghost, ghoul, and goblin was gone, but Liam was frozen. His mom shook him back to reality and asked: "Liam, What happened? What's wrong?!" Liam yelled to her what all happened and what monsters blew out of his closet in a gust of wind. Liam's mother didn't like the idea of ghosts in their house but they had nowhere else to go.