Gabrielle’s P.O.V

I sat on the cold floor of my room, hugging my knees tight, rocking back and forth. My voice was hoarse from shouting the same thing every single day.

“I am not crazy! Do you hear me? I’m not crazy! Let me out! I’m not crazy!”

But no one cared. They just looked at me like I was dirt under their shoes. Some gave me a pitying gaze in passing, but most of them would just shake their head and turn away, like they had heard this a million times ...