Patient #498 wasn’t always some mental patient. She had a life before, she had a family. She even had a name, but now, it’s been 3 years and she doesn’t remember anything from what now seems like a “past life”. No light, no love, no happiness was found in the psychiatric ward that she was trapped in. Well, no happiness other than patient #243 - Abigail, she had heard as the young girl was admitted into the hospital. 

        Few records of her past life cling to her small frame now. The young, just barely eight year old child that was admitted, now turning nine in a few days held all of the joy in the ward. All of the mental instability, hatred and violence of the others drains as they see her skipping gleefully down the halls with her pink teddy bear in her arms, humming happily to the melody of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, or so they think. 

        Patient #498 was quite secretive with her personal life and what was going on. People never paid much attention anyways. It wasn’t until her third suicide attempt when people started noticing that her life was going downhill, it wasn’t until her fifth that people took action. It was an average day at University of California Los Angeles to any student there, no one would notice patient #498 on the roof about to jump off. It must have been a miracle to see that someone had taken notice of her. Pulling her off of the railing and off of the roof, her anonymous saviour quickly rushed her to the school’s front office from which she was brought to the ward. After hours of questioning she admitted that she had tried killing herself numerous times, earning her a nearly permanent stay at the ward. The nearly permanent stay turned eternal after her diagnosis; she was no longer trusted outside the big walls of the ward. 

        That was over three years ago. Now, she’s supposed to have graduated college and become a biomedical scientist. Now she’s supposed to be celebrating her 24th birthday. That was what she thought she would have been able to achieve. That was what she thought her future was. That was before she was taken into the Psych Ward; the Mental Hospital; the Crazies Prison. Now, she can’t even worry about thinking about tomorrow without dozens of people swarming over her in worry. She doesn’t remember the last time that she saw the sun, heard laughter aside from maniacal cackles or saw her family. After the admission to such prison, Patient #498 was taken into the custody of the state and away from her family. She never saw them again and they soon seemingly forgot about her.

        It was a few days away from Patient #498’s fourth year ‘celebration’ when two new patients came in. Numbered Patient #119 and Patient #634, they were brought to the main area in semi-decent clothing, all that they would be allowed to keep with them throughout their stay at the ward, all other memories of their past life gone like families that they had left behind before their stay. After full body checks and some medical record updates, the two teenage boys were brought to their rooms and were given allowance to visit anyone who was mentally stable and wouldn’t hurt anyone, the four unlocked doors - Patient #498, Patient #794, Patient #842 and Patient #243, everyone in the front wing of the ward that is. 

        Patient #498 was the first person they visited, learning their names - Aiden and Damian with which she learned that Damian had Borderline Personality Disorder and Aiden was his FP. Months pass and the trio along with Abigail, see many new patients come and go from the ward. The first person that they pay attention to; the only new patient with a nearly permanent stay, Micheal, patient #794. Patient #794 was what everyone seemingly wanted to be. He was deemed ‘sane,’ but a danger to self after his suicide attempt in the center of the city square. The group laughed at the thought that the boy was sane but embraced him into their group nonetheless. Micheal quickly becomes like the others, after the Psychiatrist diagnoses him, he manipulates the staff into thinking he’s sane. He doesn’t share his diagnosis, he doesn’t share why he’s there. 

- I've not always been this deranged... just most of the time. It's fun really... no it's not. It's... tiring. I almost gave up on it but then people would be really sad. I don't like making people sad. It makes me sad. When I'm sad I cry. A lot. All the time. But daddy says not to... so that makes me even sadder. It's not nice forcing little girls to live up to your unrealistic expectations. At least I can say I tried, I may have tried a bit too hard and messed up your goals, I'm sorry. -

        Dozens of patients come and go from the ward but it was months before the next permanent patient comes; Patient #517 who was placed in the west wing of the ward, was allowed into the front wing of the ward when not having a psychosis episode. Patient #517 was hated by their small group of five, quickly making him the one hated patient throughout the entire ward. 

        Patient #517 often would pace the dark hallways past curfew - 9 p.m. The doctor, a seemingly kind man, would often catch him and send him back to his room without any trouble and would tell the young boy to sleep. The boy hadn't known of the plan that was made against him by the small group of five and neither the doctor nor nurse knew exactly what four of the five were planning. No one knew what was going to go down one night, just after everyone fell asleep.