5 seconds of summer BSM

An idea...

Why am I here? I'm not crazy, I don't stare at walls and I don't see people. Why am I here? I should be going to Jennifer's party or getting a boyfriend I should not be  sat in this uncomfortable plastic chair filling in a form about me. Why am I here? I'm not crazy. They all look at me like I am. They asked for my shoelaces and for my keys and when I asked why they looked at me with a patronizing smile and said "so you're safe" but I'm not crazy why would they do this?

"You must be," a deep voice said from beside me. I looked over in the direction from where the voice came from, he was sat in the chair next to me. His black hair swept across his forehead,his brown eyes stared into mine. His knees were tucked under his chin. When I looked at his face closer I saw that huge bags lived underneath his eyes. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You must be crazy if you're here" he explained looking around at the bare white walls and the huge metal doors preventing anyone from escaping. "what are you talking about, I didn't say anything about being crazy?" I asked, my body was filled confusion "you kept mumbling about not being crazy, don't worry being in here looks scary but they are trying to help you" He explained. I looked towards my fingernails and began to pick away at the black polish that remained on my nails.

"Have you been here before?" I questioned. The boy smiled and shook his head "No I haven't but I have a friend he lives here" he explained again. I smiled again and I quickly asked: "What is your name then?" He looked down his own nails and replied "Ben and you're Y/N right?" Confusion filled me again "A man told me when he sat you in that chair" he explained, noticing my confusion. "Oh, who was the man?" I asked. Fear filled his face "You father"

From those two words, my breath suddenly quickened. My heart suddenly shook in my chest, causing my ribcage to rattle and my hands shake. adrenaline filled my core. Screams escaped my mouth and tears escaped my eyes, I couldn't understand why my body had reacted the way it did. It was only two words why did that make me so scared. Why did it make me feel like all the oxygen had escaped from the room and I was trying to grab onto the remaining particles. Through tear filled eyes, I looked over to Ben who had a reassuring hand on mine, his eyes full of worry but not fear like he had dealt with the same thing before. The adrenaline became too much to handle and a blackness covered my eyes...

So I wrote a idea. I just was wondering your opinions?