Fiction Books About Mental Hospitals Novels & Stories

Lavie Sue at the other end sneered at herself, and tears fell down the corner of her lips: "Don't say these useless things, I'm pregnant with someone else's child, just ask you if you mind." The man did not hesitate: "I don't mind." "Well, I only have one condition." Lavie Sue raised her lips, and her voice seemed to come from the depths of hell: "I want Mary Kinson dead." Abroad. One of the famous psychiatric hospitals is built separately, which is more like an independent private room than other wards. Outside, there is a garden connected to the hospital, and sporadic patients occasionally walk around.

Heath nodded and said, "Yeah, she's been living in a mental hospital." Aurora frowned and asked, "How did she go crazy? Wasn't she fine when we left?" Heath pulled Aurora close and said, "Who knows if she's really crazy or just faking it. Either way, there's not much difference between her being in jail or in a mental hospital."

"This concerns what Dad went through during those years in Australia..." In those years in Australia, Marcus had initially been in a mental hospital. His father, Alston Smith, had sent him to the most severe mental hospital in the entire country, where there was an extreme treatment method. They often locked a group of mentally ill patients together, letting them drive each other to madness and brutal killings. The patients in this mental hospital suffered from severe mental illnesses, and many of them couldn't leave for their entire lives. In other words, the patients in this mental hospital were also the subjects of the doctors' research.

Finally, Finn showed the thought that he didn't want to be responsible for my mother. I suddenly felt ridiculous and asked him, "Finn, do you have any ideas about the conditions of the Oasis Hospital?" "What conditions?" "Do you know how the patients who stay at the Oasis Hospital are treated?" I asked Finn. Hearing this, Finn immediately had a guilty conscience on his face. "How could I know that? The mental hospitals are similar." "Similar? Tell me, what does similar mean?" "Um..."

"It is said that they used to be wealthy, most of them started companies with their husbands, but later the husbands wanted to take over the companies themselves, so they had to find a way to make their wives disappear. They would first drug them to make them mentally unstable, and then use the excuse of sending them to a Sanatorium to send them here to be humiliated. Several of the mentally ill patients' husbands are phoenix men, once they enter here, everything at home belongs to the male side." Lena had considered many possibilities for the Sanatorium, but she had not expected the truth to far exceed her understanding. She found it funny and really laughed out loud. The two words "livesto

His finger pointed aggressively at me as his voice shrieked so high it broke. "You are insane! A woman like you actually dared to play her own husband. You are sick! You must have a mental illness! I am going to have someone throw you into a psychiatric hospital!" Hearing the words "psychiatric hospital", my gaze turned cold in an instant. Memories from my past life flooded back into my mind like ice water. The iron bars, the drugs… "Psychiatric hospital?"

I fell through the dark, the wind screaming in my ears. I wasn't falling into a pit; I was falling through memories. Images of my life flashed by like broken glass. I saw the day I met Bryan. I saw the first time I held Elle. Every happy moment felt like a cruel joke now. The Publisher was using my own love to keep me weak. I slammed onto a hard floor. The hospital room was gone. I was in a place that looked like an endless library, but the books weren't on shelves. They were floating in the air, their pages turning by themselves.

“ I already had… “ I lied. I never had children, Sasha and I have tried several times but without success. I had to invent some story and pretend to be insane, even though I was aware of what I was doing even without taking the pills that psychiatrist Felipe had given me. It could not arouse suspicion. “ I am really sorry. “ the friend, mr jones… what does he say? What do you talk about? “ Everything, he says I'm not crazy... That I'm just different from the others. She looked away, finding my way of speaking funny. Every crazy person says he's not crazy. At that moment I heard voices in the hospital, as if someone was screaming and asking for help. Despite being aware that I am in the hospi

asked Amber lazily. She really did not think that Harper's madness in the book Read My Mind was that bad. It could be said that Harper had turned into a book addict. Almost every day Amber could see the book lying on Harper's desk and was always in the woman's hand when she didn't have a patient. Like this afternoon. She again caught Harper reading the fictional story of Jayden Hoover, a psychopath who had brutally murdered his mother as a teenager. "Psychotic. Behavior-based on—" "I know, Harp." Amber cut quickly as she raised her hand in the air. It seemed that she regretted her question which now made Harper even more excited to discuss the story of crazy Jayden. “You don't need to explai

I laid on the sterile white sheets of my hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The hospital was a bleak and frightening place. I constantly felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. I screamed and raged against the nurses, insisting that I wasn't crazy, but no one listened to me. The next few days were a blur of doctors, nurses, and medication. I felt like a prisoner, trapped in a place where everyone thought I was crazy.