Sofia.

I woke up to the sound of screaming and banging. It took a moment for me to remember where I was - the psych hospital. I look around the small room I share with another patient, trying to keep the panic at bay. But it was hard when I was surrounded by people who were clearly crazy, and I could not help but wonder if I was indeed one of them.

The room I was put in was small and sparsely furnished, with basic amenities such as a bed, a chair, and a small table. The walls and floors were made of sturdy and easy-to-clean materials made of concrete...