I'll just put it in the comments

I hurried down the hall as the guard handed me a file. “Dr. Ezran, this is the file on patient 4721.” I tossed it aside and she got it with precise, trained movements. I’d already read most of the files here, back when I was an intern in charge of files. But since I was now a full psychiatrist, I'd been trusted with a patient. She stopped farther back in as I neared the door leading to the therapy room and let the two guards ID check me. As they finished and let me go in, one grabbed my shoulder and said, “Be careful. I’ve seen sane men go mad after talking with her.” The fear in his eyes was proof he wasn’t messing with me, I could tell. I sighed and headed in.
The room our session took place in was completely white and bare except for a chair and couch. The girl, who I was assuming to be my patient, was sitting there on the couch giggling to herself when I saw her. She was wearing a straight jacket and had blood red hair along with a set of fake “wolf ears” with little golden bells attached to them, which I quickly got irritated by. In fact, I was irritated by the whole thing. Why was this patient allowed to keep a personal item, when the rules clearly stated that all personal items must be removed when a patient is admitted at Alher’s? In fact, that’s how it was at all mental hospitals. When she noticed me, she stopped laughing and said, “Hi! I’m Zyra! You are..?” I remembered reading the doctor’s note in the file. It had in panicked handwriting, “DO NOT TELL HER YOUR NAME.” So I simply sat down and replied, “I am your doctor for today, Ms. Zyra. Tell me, how long have you been here?” She giggled and flopped on her back. “I’ve been here ever since the white coat crows took me from the hanging tree.” Then she started humming to herself. “Are you… to the tree…. Called out..” I could tell she was missing part of the lyrics to the song, but I was so confused by what she meant. White coat crows took her from the hanging tree? Her file had said they found her in the park, curled in a ball and humming to herself. I wondered if it was this same tune. I brushed it off and asked her, “Do you remember your family?” At that, she stopped and sat up right. “I think it’s time for you to leave, doctor,” she said, staring at me without any laughter in her voice. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.” At this, the guards then came in and took her out.

The one who’d warned me came up to me and reported, “The patient is being escorted to her cell. I suggest you head back to fill out the paperwork Dr. Varna has for you.” As the other guard locked the door behind us, the first one grimly whispered, “Last time she said that and we didn’t end the session, the lights went out and the doctor was never seen again.” I felt a shiver run through me. “Just what patient has Dr. Varna given me?”
When I finished the mountain of paperwork Dr. Varna left me, I headed to the faculty room, where a few other doctors were laughing and drinking cups of coffee. When I filled one up and sat down, one of them called out, “Hey look, it’s the new guy!” He waved his hand. “Come join us for a cup, will you?” I reluctantly walked over and sat on a stool. The one who called me over chuckled and said, “I’m Dr. Mike Folla, but people call me Mike. Ezran, was it? Well, I guess that’s Dr. Ezran now.” I looked up at him. He was the first person to call me that in a respectful manner. Even though the guards do, we all knew it was just a requirement of them. “Thanks, I guess..” I muttered, looking away. He laughed and clapped me on the back. “No need to be shy, my boy. We’re all what the oldies call ‘rookies.’ Hell, I’ve only been here for a few months now.” The others chimed in, complaining on how the higher-ups were “too strict.” I was shocked by their disrespect for authority. Were these people not afraid of losing their jobs?! Father would’ve been enraged. Dr. Folla obviously sensed my shock because he laughed again. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of them old hags!” The others howled, and I felt my ears turn red. “I just don’t w-want to lose my job just after having it for two weeks,” I mumbled, ducking away. “And disappoint Father again..” I left out that my father used to run this place, I shook my head and stood up. “Anyway, I don’t have to answer to any of you. You may have been here longer, but like Dr. Folla said, ‘we’re all what the oldies call rookies.’ I turned around and stalked off, angry that I even considered spending time with them. “Just you wait, Folla. One day, I’ll be up top, while you and all your disrespectful friends lose your careers.”
As the days went by, my sessions with Zyra yielded nothing. Every question I asked was either met with laughter, insane babbling, her strange tune or her “death stare.” Dr. Folla seemed determined to bug me in whatever free time we share.

At coffee breaks, he and his colleagues crowded around me and talked about normal adult things, like who’s getting engaged with who. I always tuned them out and reluctantly declined any offers to enter the conversation. When I wasn’t plagued by the temptation of having friends, I analyzed the tapes of my sessions. It always seemed peculiar that when I asked anything about where she came from, she gave me her death stare, while any mention of Dr. Varna sent her into a distressed babbling fit, always talking about “the white coat crows.” After a month, Dr. Varna called me to her office. As I trudged through the halls, sure I was going to be criticized, when the guard who warned me about Zyra at our first discussion rushed by me. He was quickly followed by a squad of guards, all holding rifles. I stopped one of them and asked her why all the guards were running. She rolled her eyes and snapped, “Look, I don’t have time to talk with empty-headed rookies,” then sprinted past me, trying to catch up with the squad of guards. I watch them dart off as the com overhead buzzes, “A patient has escaped, but do not worry. The escapee will be caught and punished accordingly.” I shiver and wonder to myself, “Which patient’s scream will haunt me tonight?”
The last time someone tried to escape, they called in guards, it was for Patient 1740. Apparently, he had stabbed a guard with a fork and stole his gun. He almost made it to the exit when he was neutralized. It was the first time Father had brought me to this place, and I accidentally wandered too close to where they were holding him after that. His agonized screams frightened me so badly it took three months for my father to drag me back here. When I did come back, I learned they had erased him from their records. It was like he had never existed.
I’m brought back to the present as more guards shove past me to where the patient must’ve gotten out. I note that the patient must’ve made it pretty far if they haven’t caught them already. I take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself before heading back to the lounge. I steady myself by putting a hand along the wall. “C’mon, Ezran,” I mumbled under my breath. “You can get to the lounge.” I think back to what my father told me. “Remember, son. Let your ego be your drive for greatness. The more ego, the more drive.” As I stumble back through the halls, the lights start to flicker, and the com starts cutting in and out.

“Make…..to…...room 1675……. Only doctors…….. Guards..check IDs…” Then, after a few seconds of static, the com clicked off and the lights shut off.
I remembered hearing about room 1675. It was supposed to be a “safe room” for doctors when a patient escaped, due to the violent or unpredictable nature of Alher’s patients. When 1740 escaped, Father dragged a young, confused me to room 1675, where he had another doctor explain to me what happened before running off with the other higher-ups to “fix a little problem by catching a small rat.”
When I finally got to the lounge, I saw it was deserted. Everyone must’ve gone to the safe room, so why didn’t I? To be honest, I didn’t know. I had no plan to try and save the day, because that wasn’t me. I was just the daddy’s boy no one cared about. Hell, even Father wouldn’t miss me. He’d just scoff and say I was unworthy to be related to him. And at that thought, I sat on the couch, curled into a small ball, and wished I could just run away from it all.
I woke up to find a flashlight pointed at me and a small band of people whisper-shouting at each other. I shot up. “Who are you? What are you-”I demand, but one of them muffles me. “Shhh,” he snaps. “Do you want us to get caught?” I recognize the voice. It was Dr. Smith, one of Dr. Folla’s friends. In fact, I recognized all of them as Dr. Folla’s companions. I glared up at him and pried his hand off my mouth. “What do you mean, ‘get caught?’ we’re the ones trying to catch-” I started to whisper, but then it clicked. They hadn’t caught the patient yet. Dr. Smith must’ve read my thoughts, because he nodded grimly. “Turns out, your patient was the one who escaped,” a woman said icily. I froze. Zyraescaped? The girl who did nothing but laugh, talk gibberish, and glare at people? How? I shake my head, trying to process it. “No…. No, Zyra wouldn’t….” I mumble, racking my memory for any signs of intent. I sit back down, and the woman snarls, “If she wouldn’t, we wouldn’t be here, now would we? And calling her by her name, now are you? How are we to know you didn’t let her out?"

You should actually get this published

I’m gonna try

It is does get published imma buy a book

C o o l
I’m thinking of publishing it around May
It’s titled “What’s Your Name?”

Ay, that's pretty neat! You're actually good at story writing.

thank you

np! :D

Sure

I posted it in the comments

Yey

I posted it in the comments

sure

we all publish our books at the same time, & the first one to be deemed a New York Times Bestseller wins
There's a new "bestseller" every week or so, so at most a year we think

._. *laughs in chicken and is doing a looooong book series* I don't think I can do that since I plan on turning my books to comics, that's prefered

that's ok
I did once want to make a looooong book series
maybe i na few years, I'll pick that project back up

I have like 4 book series I wanna make
maybe a 5th if i sort the many flaws and logic

My friend(one of the three participants in the contest) shares a whole freaking R E AL I T Y with me & the other friend
We can’t really put it into a book, but it’s B I G

Lol, tbh my story intertwines with another one of my stories, it's a whole mystery

My story’s first gen practically secluded itself(minus one mini adventure with my friend’s) & stretches across 4 years
The second gen, however, is actually the same world

.-.

I posted it in the comments

O-O

b e e g story

Lol

did you like it?

It's very interesting, I like it

it's about 3 pages worth of story
I want 25-50 pages by my birthday

Gl mate!

I'm trying for an actual published book by May

Oh Good luck
I'm working on my own book, I've only made my prologue bc I'm working on other character, plot, and logical history stuff

oof
good luck to you as well
Me & my friends are having a competition
Wanna join?

depends-
What's the competition?

It is v e r y complicated

same *wheeze*
my story has a time scale of several hundred years, maybe a thousand

W o w

Yeah lol, it's a very weird set-up

._.