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Post by MCFADMIN on Apr 18, 2009 22:14:18 GMT -4
 Dear Grandma,
How could you do this to me? Did I do something horribly wrong?(don't answer that truthfully) I don't know what they told you, but this place isn't as great as it's cracked up to be. Granny, we sleep in little cells with a room mate, and I remember reading the brochure on that part. You're paying quite a bit of money so I don't have to get irritated with a room mate, and maybe progress faster, and maybe even so I didn't get picked on. Well guess again. They're mean to me here, they act like I committed a crime like most the other people here, but I haven't. It's not a crime to talk to yourself, is it? Grandma! Please, save me from this place.
You know when I call you every day and I'm only on the phone for five minutes, even though you have more questions than that? It's because they time us. I ran out of minutes for the weeks, so I'm writing you this letter. Grandma, they hover over me and listen to what I say, and they're so big it scares me. That's how they keep this place so busy. They scare you out of telling your parents and family, false advertise, and keep the old patients here, unless their family visits and requests them be released. I know, you don't understand any of this, infact, you probably think I'm lying, but I swear, grandma. I'm not a liar. I wouldn't lie to you about something like this, though I'm 100% positive that you don't believe me, not one bit, and I guess that's assumed, I mean, I'm here in the first place, right?
All the poles have damage to them, and everyone here are like, prostitutes, or muderers, or theives, and I'm having a hard time fighting them off, I really am. Most the time, I just get locked in the seclusion room anyways though, for days. It's like they forget about me in there, they don't even bring me food. I don't know what to do with myself anymore, Grandma, the only option left is to kill myself, and I'm sorry for doing this to you, but I can't live here anymore, and I'm sorry for all the grief I've caused you, but you've put me through a lot of hell that I never needed, and I'm sick of this.
love,
megan ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Megan's letter never reached her grandmother, though everything in it was true. The staff here at the facility are overly bearing, read everything you say and write, then make sure nothing about the true colors of Meriwether are. Don't let the name fool you, this large correctional facility is anything but fun, paint chipping off the walls, the seclusion room, which smells of rotting eggs and fish, the little cells with crappy little beds, everything piles ontop of another and if you were crazy before, you're crazier now, if you weren't crazy before, well..You're probably crazy now. There's no escape for you here, and like Megan, many patients kill themselves, but be prepared, for the brochure tells you lies that nobody should ever tells, about how great the place is, and how well your family members will be treated. You're on a roller coaster ride you'll never get off of.
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