So this is a thing I literally just wrote it from a writing prompt and I liked the idea to much to turn it down.
I stare through the glass at my brother, Seth, or George, or whatever person he’s supposed to be now. He stared back at me, a sinister smile spread across his face. His bright white teeth flashed as he laughed, struggling against the straightjacket holding him. The padded room with the single window seemed like it would be barely enough to hold the monster that he was. He stood from the metal chair and rushed at the window. I stepped back, waiting for it to shatter, but it only shuddered like a leaf in the wind. I stared at his face as it shifted from insane to soft and gentle, the face of my Seth, by beautiful brother. His face pleaded with me. I rushed forward, touching the glass, wanting the warm embrace of my older brother. Tears streamed down my face as he pleaded for me, but his deep voice was shut away from my ears through the thick walls and sound-proofing.
I tore my face away as his expression again shifted to the paranoid face of Jared. Forcing myself to look back at him, I watched as Jared’s mind took over the body of my brother. His face turned frightened as he stepped back, staring at the room around him, pulling at the straightjacket, screaming. I turned away, running out of the viewing room, down the halls of the mental institution, sprinting out of the doors, into the street. Life flashed as I fell to the ground, then heard the brakes of a car screech. I turned my head to see the white and black license plate inches away from my face. Gasping, I scrambled back to the sidewalk, sobbing in emotional pain. Depression ripped my body to shreds as I screamed into the sky. I pulled my car keys out of my pocket and jumped in my car. I screeched out of the parking lot as I saw my parents running out of the mental institution.
I opened my gigantic glove box, pulling out a duffel bag. Unzipping it, I breathing slowed as I saw the preparations of food and clothes I had prepared months ago. Tears still streamed down my face as the countryside started to appeared in my peripheral vision. Dawnor Forest trickled in, cabins sprinkled throughout. I counted the cabins, waiting for my turn. After what seemed like forever, I jerked the steering wheel to the right, gravel and dirt spraying up. I pulled the duffel bag out of the car behind me, slamming the door behind me. Stomping around to the trunk of my Yellow Saturn, I pulled out a large, shining, black suitcase. Slamming my trunk, I rested the suitcase on the car. Unlatching it, it opened to reveal stacks of money and jewels.
My stomach wrenched as Angela took over my body. It felt as if I was being held underwater, drowning. Angela smirked, slamming the suitcase, strutting into the cabin. I focused, grabbing Angela by the throat, pulling her back down, slithering back up to take my rightful place in my own head. I pulled open the cabin’s storm door, unlocking the solid mahogany door to my own forever home. I would never leave. Never. It was too painful, to see my brother suffer from the same quantum disorder and rage that had to live through. And to know that he couldn’t control it, that is was even more pain and stress for him than it was for me. And I thought my life was hell.