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Driven To Insanity-Chapter 2

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Note-Most chapters will go back and forth with Dipper remembering his time in the Asylum and the present time in the Asylum so till the dialogue of most of the characters speaking will contiue to put off till I get enough detail on the Asylum. Also your free to hate me I mean I already do but I needed some trauma in this so yea.

Dipper remember his time in the Children ward, he couldn't remember how many other children was there but he knew that each and everyone of them had a disorder of some sort and he wasn't an exception he had anxiety making it hard for him to make any real friends anywhere. To him it was Hell on Earth. Anything would have been better than this, anything really. When Dipper was eight years old he learned that he had to comply with their demands. He then started to keep a small journal the people who kept him their so no issue in it and gave him a small Journal, it wasn't till a few weeks later until he really used it and being 14 years old now he started to write all of 8 years of life their.

Journal you are the only thing that might understand me unlike anyone I don't think my own sister will understand my problems. Where should I start, well I guess for starters my name is Dipper Pines I'm 14 years old and was sent here in this Hell hole at the age of seven. And now my supposed parents didn't once fight for me, they didn't even bother to visit me. The only person who came and visited me was my sister so yea there's that so I guess I should write about my time here. Let's begin.
It all started when I was seven, I was sent here kicking and screaming for my parents to do something to fight for me to beg or plead anything to keep me but sadly no it didn't happen. They didn't even look at me I doubt they even care for me now. When I first arrived I was tossed not figuratively but literality they tossed me on the cold hard ground. There was of course was other children there. I wasn't the only one and at some point I knew I had to comply I didn't want to experience what I did ever again. You must be wondering what I'm talking about ... It's, It's not something that is easily spoken let a known written but I have to try. On the very next day me and the other children was given our fist meal and it was poorly made I refused to eat a single bite while the other ate the horrid food one of the guards notice I wasn't eating and demanded that I eat but I stood my ground and refused ... He grabbed me by my hair and yanked it as hard as could making me yelp out no one looked in my direction no child or other adult in the room did they children was to scared to look at my direction and the other guards didn't care. He told me if wasn't going to eat then I could starve far as he care. He then strapped me to bed that wet and cold upon touch and then left the room it was very cold in the small room. The metal railing to where my hand was strapped to didn't make it even better ... It was a terrifying thing. I remember the only thing I wanted was to go home to see my mom, my dad and, my twin sister. I wanted everything to back to normal. Back to the way it used be. But I knew it would never happen it was only a distant dream.
I was left there in the small isolated room for three days at that point I was willing to eat pretty much anything. I didn't care if it tasted like shit I was hungry. I was then dragged to a shower room with other people it was traumatizing experience for me to say. I was escorted to the shower room it was well at the time a huge room it was dull and gray  with showers around the walls it hard to really describe what the room looked like even now it still is but I remember the horrible experience that happened there was no guards in the room, no windows for an inmate to escape, no cameras to watch said inmates. I guess now I think about it, it was another way to teach me a lesson for what I did a few days before. Next thing I knew it I was surrounded by a few older men in their late 20's to mid 30's and that's when it happen. I screamed and hollered for help shouting "HELP PLEASE HELP ME" but no help came. The room was filled with grown men who was sent their for being a pedophile. It wasn't till a few hours later when the guards took them away. I was left their tears running down my face and covered in their well you know. I couldn't scream or anything I was just like a rage doll to them. It was then I learned not to cross the guards in fear that they would do it again. They knew I would comply to anything they said they used my fear against me as some sort of weapon. I was to scared to say no or anything objection to them. ... This 'thing' continued even as we speak it's always the same and I can't do anything about it. There's nothing I can say or do about my day is like clock work first I get my medication, then I go to a 'special treatment' room where unspeakable things happen. I'll leave it to your imagination it might not be bad compared to what really happens to me in said room even now I can't talk about I'm to scared but I do know they get sexual pleasure off of me being scared. I'm afraid I can't do this anymore. Sometime the Warden enters sees me and doesn't even flinch as to the sight he sees and whenever he does he excuse himself and wait outside till out "special treatment" is over. I often get mixed signals of fear and relief. Fear, cause he saw and sees me in such state. Relief, cause it ends with a rush job with the guard getting it over with fast as could so he could get his job done. It still happens even today. My legs are sore. My lower half and jaw hurts. I need a brake.
I'm going to pick the series soon but won't post any chapters till October but if you want to read more chapters weekly or monthly go check out my AO3 where chapters of this series will be posted more often but if you want multiple or weeks or months worth of chapters to read then wait here
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