Personal Narrative: Julie's Surgery

“Victoria hold still this will only hurt for a moment.”
I refuse to understand why they are trying to fix me when I’m not sick. I understand I was with Julie when she killed the nurse but it wasn’t my fault. Julie had convinced me it was a good idea to escape because we did not deserve to be here. Julie had created the elaborate plan, and it had almost worked. Almost until the nurse came with syringes. I froze; I didn’t know what to do, but Julie fought. She charged and took the nurse by surprise. The nurse wailed and said my name over and over again, although I’m not sure why because I couldn’t do anything. I don’t think Julie meant to hurt anyone but she had one of the bars from our bed and she wanted to live, and being here wasn’t living.

Of course because I was the one with the experience with the gun I had been the one holding it. That put my parents over the edge and no matter how much I tried to convince them it was Julie’s fault they wouldn't listen. They kept telling me it was my decision and I needed to fight when Julie told me to do things. So I came here to be fixed, to become my own person. But Julie came too so I don’t understand how I’m supposed to become my own person with her here. In the beginning we never saw each other, but slowly she came to my room more and more. She taught me how to hide my pills in a hole in my mattress and we came up with the plan to leave. We would stay up late planning our escape through the night listening to the screams of the other patients and the water dripping from the

They always cried and told me they wanted me to avoid Julie. I don’t know why I would avoid her when she’s been my best and only friend since I was young. I was always alone at school and at home being an only child. My parents were both busy trying to put food on the table. Then one day as I was playing in the forest behind my house I met Julie. She lived in a house on the other side of a river that ran through the forest. Her and I were so alike; lonely with busy parents and no friends. She was home schooled so it was hard for her to meet kids. My parents didn’t like us together so I began to stop telling them I was with her. We would go out; there wasn’t a whole lot to do so usually we would make things that we could out of the things in the forest. Julie liked to make weapons. We would make bows, and spears. We made games out of trying to catch small animals.
After Julie killed the nurse the doctors called in my parents. The conversation didn’t go the best.
“I thought you were going to help her? What about here medication?” my mother