I should've known my activism would lead me to this point.

It was common sense that the president wasn't a magic wizard whose powers just happened to be undetectable. Who even started such a ridiculous rumor?

It started off as a joke. "I should be president because I can make the sun go dark," he'd declared at the start of his campaign. The next day was a solar eclipse. Most people took it as a regular joke, but there were some people who thought he was serious. Surely, he'd mentioned that at his next speech: "My first act as president will be to make our education system better."

But then, he rolled with it. His supporters thought he was some sort of god. Over an eclipse! My friends and I laughed about it for weeks.

"With my weather powers, I will make it rain tomorrow!" he said the next week. He was in Seattle in the middle of winter, and the meteorologists were already confident on the rain. Somehow, more people started to accept him as a wizard.

I felt like I was losing my mind, but it was actually all of society who were. Slowly, more and more people started to accept him as their new wizard-god-overlord-president. Over the course of three years, it became a social pariah to mention that you didn't believe him. Even my friends, the ones who had laughed with me over the eclipse incident, would scoff if I tried to mention how ridiculous it was.

The only place to go was the internet. And sure, I wasn't too careful about it, but it was still a free country for the moment.

Then, one day, I came home from work to find all my friends and family sitting in my living room. I immediately regretted giving my mother a spare key. "Come, sit," she said, already teary-eyed.

"What?" I gave a weird smile as I sat down on my couch in between my parents. "What's going on?"

"We've found your online blog," my father said.

"What, the one about the president?" I rolled my eyes. "It doesn't say anything too bad."

"This is clearly unhealthy," my father continued. "There is so much evidence that President Isaac is a god."

My jaw dropped open. "Are you serious? There is no proof."

"We've already contacted a mental hospital. This is for your own good, Katie."

"You're insane," I snapped as I tried to book it to the front door. Instead, I was met with the buffest men I had ever seen, who put me in handcuffs and threw me into the back of a creepy white van.

Two hours later, and I was finally dragged out and into the hospital. It looked like it was from every horror movie about asylums I had ever seen. Standing there was a woman with impeccable posture and the tightest bun I had ever seen.

"Welcome to Avondale," she said.

"What's Avondale?"

She smiled. "Your grip on reality is too strong for this society. Welcome to the Sane Asylum."