Went to a mental hospital. Dad was buttmad at me, so he lied to the police that I tried to kill him and myself.
Was there for a whole week, most people were people caught on drugs or people who failed a suicide. Most people were sane, though one guy decided I should be killed with a pencil. Fortunately me and him were moved into separate rooms.
Of course, the long story is longer.
And after that one week, when I came back, my mother told me that next time they lie to the police, they'll make sure I end up in jail instead of a mental hospital.
