Ello luvs! I have started this story and want you readers to enjoy it. And I'm sorry about it being short 'cause it was longer on my processor so.

I don't feel different from any 'normal' person I know but the doctors at my hospital say I am. I'm Baily Hart and I currently live at Oregon State Mental Hospital. I still go to school with every other college student at the age of 19 but I just don't do as much as them. Like, I seriously can't drink or do any recreational drugs. I really shouldn't have coffee but I can. I can't go to parties or anything but besides that, I'm fine. Sure some people talk about me behind my back and act childish with their teasing but I don't want to be friends with someone who makes fun of the mentally ill. I live in a mental hospital because when my mom died giving birth to me my dad constantly blamed me and by the time I was five I was being smacked around like a punching bag. I was also his personal servant. It was tolerable until I turned 12 and my brother left for college. He promised me he'd come back for me but now I'm 19 and here. I was only put in the hospital after my dad hit me and knocked me unconscious when I was 13. He told the doctors I fell but they knew better. They figured it out after I woke up in the hospital and started having panic attacks every time my dad was in the room. I would sometimes even jerk around harshly in my bed until someone had to hold me down. After they arrested my dad they tried to put me into an orphanage but the attacks got worse. So I just stayed in the hospital. Through my six years here I have grown to like it very much. I've made lots of friends and even had my first kiss believe it or not. But even though I love it here, in a few weeks I get to stay in a near by apartment building by myself. I have to check up on my self every week or so but I'm still excited.

“Baily!” I jerked away from my thoughts to look over at my best friend Katie. My treatment is using psychotherapy's interpersonal relationships strategy.( Friends, Family, Dating, etc.)

“What?” I way currently in the art room making a big mess out of painting.

“It's movie time!” I wiped of my hands and checked the clock. It was 6:30 and we were going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean for the thousandth time at 7:00.

“Kate it's only 6:30,”

“6:31 dear.” Kate has a mild case of O.C.D and corrects everything.

“Anyways, we're watching it at 7:00 not 6:30.”

“You take forever to clean up though! If you start now we can start at exactly 7:00 so hurry up.” Before I could say anything else she ran out the door.

It was finally exactly 8:00 and I was cleaned up and in my PJ pants and top. My mid back length hair pulled into a ponytail. We were in Kate's room (since mine was up to her status) lying on her couch. Kate started the movie and Elizabeth popped up on the screen singing 'pirates life for me'. I involuntarily started singing along with her.

I could never be a pirate, I could however help Jack Sparrow.

Kate is all for Will but I'm not sure. Will's nice and everything but Jack's cunning and smart. It's so hard to choose.

Half way through the movie I was getting really tired.

“Kate I think I'm going to go ahead and go to sleep. I'm really tired.” As if on cue I let out a yawn.

“Okay.” She paused the movie to give me a hug, “ Good night.”

“Bye.” I walked down the hall to my room. I opened my door into my very colorful room. The only plain thing in there was the paint on the walls. Beth, nurse said I couldn't paint them so instead I filled the room with every colorful thing I could find. I knelled beside my bed and did a short prayer before slipping into my bed and closing my electric blue eyes. I hummed a pirates life for me while I drifted of to sleep.

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I was awakened by icy cold water splashing on my face. I shot up with a gasp.

"Oh good, you're alive!" A familiar British accent practically yelled in my ear. I turned and saw Elizabeth Swann hovering over me. I looked around and found myself on a beach.

"Where am I?" I ran a hand through my now wet hair.

"You're in Port Royal dear." She offered me her hand and I hesitantly took it.

This obviously isn't a dream which means I'm in the Caribbean in Jamaica. In the 1800's with Elizabeth swan.

"I'm not suppose to be here." My breaths started getting shorter and my heart started racing.

"I can't be here." I grasped onto her shoulder and clutched my chest.

"Are you alright?!" She looked at me with wide eyes. I started feeling light headed and faint. I nodded and then everything went black.

If you like it review please! It may seem boring or something other than intriguing now but it will get better in the next chapter promise. Just to let you know, this actually took really long to write even though it's short. This is because I had to research this disorder to get it right because I don't like making false facts. Well that's all until next time friends!