Chapter 1 pills and prescriptions

It was a dull day, a very dull day indeed. And for three patients at the Townsville Asylum, it was much worse. The three girls all sisters triplets actually, the were a redhead, blond and brunette all sat in their locked room in the asylum.

All noise was non existent save the ticking of the clock on the wall and the breathing from the girls. The large round windows absorbed the light shining around every inch of the white room.

The redhead Blossom was at their table for curing all boredom writing on a piece of paper. On the outside the girls looked fine, but looks don't show who they were within. Blossom was worse off then her sisters, she had schizophrenia and psychosis, but was bipolar as well. Bubbles the blond sat on one of the three beds, slightly rocking to comfort herself. She was delusional and had small episodes of intense emotional breaking points.

Buttercup the brunette who was looking out the window was on watch for anger management and borderline personality disorder. All three girls were deemed unfit to be in society, but there was a dark secret to the entire asylum. A secret the kept all patients there for a long time.

"B-Blossom..." Bubbles small voice was barely a whisper. "Yes" Blossom looked to her sister, stopping her previous writing. The one thing clearly noticeable was the way the auburn haired teen's hand twitched when not in use. "Do you think we will go home some day?" The blond asked bringing her knees to her chest. "We've been here for three years Bubbles... ain't no way we're getting out of here" Buttercup spoke up, her short black hair blocked her face from her two sisters.

"Don't think that Buttercup..." Blossom felt the twitch in her wrist now. "You're crazier than us... on paper that is" The brunette's blunt nature was like a ticking time bomb for her sisters. "I may be, but it isn't gonna that way forever" the redhead started to write again.

"Are you writing another letter for your pen pal again?" Buttercup asked her sister, whose pink eyes wavered to her own green ones, then to Bubble's baby blues and back to the paper. "Yes, it's my only contact with something that isn't this place, he is the only thing that still gives me something new instead of all this routine" Blossom continued writing.

They all had pen pals to give them some sort of communication with someone other than the others in the asylum, but Blossom even as the more anxious one enjoyed it more than her sisters. She spent hours writing letters to him everyday. she would fill the entire page with questions and interests on his life, to which he would always answer her.

It made her feel like a person, not a patient. He wrote to her as if she was normal, like a friend. She wished one day she could be able to meet him. To be able to see, feel and hear what he sounded like. She felt a strong connection with him, even if it was through just written words it was at least something.

She sighed as she finished her letter, she wrote in clean cursive every time. She loved that he could read her beautiful writing, but it had no true tell tale of the inner struggle she had every day. Before the pills and prescriptions she was lost inside, barely able to keep still, always afraid of herself. She adapted to it in the three years they had been here.

Her day went like this... wake up, have a small freak out, take pillls, start to relax, eat, write, eat, write some more, therapy session, eat, shower with her sisters, find something to do, sleep. This was every day. The mere fact that her life was like this brought a pain inside her, or was that her bipolar bringing her mood down.

She could never really tell, the medication was too strong. The had been in there since they were all 14, they were 17 now. It just plauged her how it all just suddenly turned to this. When they were pulled out of the real world and put in a place like this. When the world just shut them out because they were different.

This was something nither of them could control no matter how much they wanted to. Their father always spoke to them though, but he never came to them. He said he wasn't allowed right now, but was he really telling the truth to them.

They all knew better, they knew why he couldn't come to actually see them. It was because he was afraid of them, he was afraid of the label given to them. They could tell by his voice when he did call. He talked to them like they were sick little children. In a cautious but overbearingly sweet tone. His voice rang in their ears long after they hung up.

It was hard to imagine your own father being afraid of you. This thought made Blossom's entire right side fidget. She began to wrap her letter to him. Using the many envelopes provided for her each week she took out her favorite pink pen and wrote "to: my pen pal and from: Blossom" all in the same neat cursive.

She brought it to their box labeled "pen pals" she saw her sisters had already put their letters there already. They didn't take the time Blossom had to do this, they were quick and finished before their eldest sister. Buttercup had decent readable writing, but that was because of her shakey hands. Bubbles had what you figured, more feminine and bubbly writing.

Blossom sat back down and rested her head on the table. It was littered with crafts that her blond sister always loved creating out of boredom.

As the girls continued to sit they all thought that this was their life now. They thought it would just be them like this for a long time, but even if you're crazy life won't always go as you would have expected.

To be continued

*I loved this concept :) it was fun to step away from my usual :) next we are introduced to her pen pal, but you already know who that may be :P*