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A Few Short Hours

Novel By: Kayla1024
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A look into the mind of a mentally ill patient at a psychiatric ward. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 1, 2012    Reads: 60    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


CHAPTER 1

I sat in a cramped clinic waiting room. That is, if you considered a place like this to be a clinic.
"Henry?" The receptionist called out. I guess Henry would be one of the crazies I was forced to reside with until I got out of here. I wasn't bothered to take a look at him now. By the end of my stay I'm sure his face will make me vomit no matter what the structure.
The psychiatric ward was strangely quiet. You'd think having a bunch of lunatic children crammed into one building would be complete chaos. Apparently this place didn't fly like that.
Maybe the consistent squeaking of the nurses shoes calmed everyone. Perhaps the absence of colour kept nerves at a mere minimum. The place was pretty bland .... Chalky walls paired with a common form of wretched white and grey tiles. Was it supposed to feel like a bleached out checker board?
The receptionist spoke for a second time since I had arrived, "Allyse?" This time her hollers were aimed at me.
I stood up and approached her, my mother slowly sauntering behind. My all too absent father had chosen to stay absent as his only child went insane. Fun, isn't it?
"Yes, Allyse would be my daughter," I heard my mom announce, forcing me out of my daze. I smiled. Perfectly executed acting, if I do say so myself. "I'm Diane. Nice to meet you."
The receptionist's name was Lona Williams. A pale woman with a short brunette bob. As she left her seat behind the desk and started us on our tour around her petite figure was revealed. Her green eyes reminded me of a cat; they were striking. I found her quite beautiful. Too bad she had to introduce me into this senseless hell hole. I could have seen myself enjoying her otherwise.
We cleared the waiting area and entered an equally bland corridor. White walls, white tiles, and white trim that should have been encasing white doors. They don't allow doors here. I didn't know that. I don't like that.
Lona started listing off names of the residents in each room. About ten doors down she came to a hault, "224," she took a step inside, "this is your room. Audrey will be sharing with you." I couldn't see an Audrey. "She's at group, right now," she added. Makes sense.
Wait - group? I didn't agree to this. Frankly, I didn't agree to any of this.
I thought back to why I was forced into this place. I stopped quickly. Definitely not something I would like to think about. Not right now.
My mother and Lona were going on about my schedule, visiting hours, time with a therapist, etc. Nothing I even wanted to think about at this point. I was still accepting that I had been sent here.
My mom handed me my things. Time to unpack and settle in. She gave me an awkward hug and then waved goodbye. She didn't say a thing. She just left. She left me all on my own. I was used to not having a dad, but she was always there ... until now.
I brushed it off. It wasn't as if I had expected her to endure this with me. I couldn't assume such a ridiculous thing. She was a busy woman. I mean, with her work and all. I was just a nuisance....
I hadn't realized Lona was still standing in the room with me. She looked at me, concerned. "You all right?"
"I'm fine. You should probably get back to your desk."
"Probably. I'll bring your timetable around 8'o'clock. Once my day is over."
I nodded in response.
"Goodbye Allyse."
"Bye."
She tapped my shoulder as she left. An effort to comfort me. I guess she's nice.
***
Lona returned with my schedule a few minutes after 8. It seemed pretty straightforward. Group therapy, one-on-one therapy, classroom time, free time, meals; all that good stuff. Hah. No. I was not interested in the least.
Who would possibly want to be in a place such as this? No one. No one. And definitely not me.
I wanted to be at home. This was not my home. This was not anyone's home. This was a cavern filled with misery.
Worst of all, I was stuck here. No way out until I was "better." They say it like there was something wrong with me in the first place. I'm well off. Always have been. More so than the average population, at the very least.
So why force me into some dark cave? I have no idea.
People are idiots. I sat in a cramped clinic waiting room. That is, if you considered a place like this to be a clinic.
"Henry?" The receptionist called out. I guess Henry would be one of the crazies I was forced to reside with until I got out of here. I wasn't bothered to take a look at him now. By the end of my stay I'm sure his face will make me vomit no matter what the structure.
The psychiatric ward was strangely quiet. You'd think having a bunch of lunatic children crammed into one building would be complete chaos. Apparently this place didn't fly like that.
Maybe the consistent squeaking of the nurses shoes calmed everyone. Perhaps the absence of colour kept nerves at a mere minimum. The place was pretty bland .... Chalky walls paired with a common form of wretched white and grey tiles. Was it supposed to feel like a bleached out checker board?
The receptionist spoke for a second time since I had arrived, "Allyse?" This time her hollers were aimed at me.
I stood up and approached her, my mother slowly sauntering behind. My all too absent father had chosen to stay absent as his only child went insane. Fun, isn't it?
"Yes, Allyse would be my daughter," I heard my mom announce, forcing me out of my daze. I smiled. Perfectly executed acting, if I do say so myself. "I'm Diane. Nice to meet you."
The receptionist's name was Lona Williams. A pale woman with a short brunette bob. As she left her seat behind the desk and started us on our tour around her petite figure was revealed. Her green eyes reminded me of a cat; they were striking. I found her quite beautiful. Too bad she had to introduce me into this senseless hell hole. I could have seen myself enjoying her otherwise.
We cleared the waiting area and entered an equally bland corridor. White walls, white tiles, and white trim that should have been encasing white doors. They don't allow doors here. I didn't know that. I don't like that.
Lona started listing off names of the residents in each room. About ten doors down she came to a hault, "224," she took a step inside, "this is your room. Audrey will be sharing with you." I couldn't see an Audrey. "She's at group, right now," she added. Makes sense.
Wait - group? I didn't agree to this. Frankly, I didn't agree to any of this.
I thought back to why I was forced into this place. I stopped quickly. Definitely not something I would like to think about. Not right now.
My mother and Lona were going on about my schedule, visiting hours, time with a therapist, etc. Nothing I even wanted to think about at this point. I was still accepting that I had been sent here.
My mom handed me my things. Time to unpack and settle in. She gave me an awkward hug and then waved goodbye. She didn't say a thing. She just left. She left me all on my own. I was used to not having a dad, but she was always there ... until now.
I brushed it off. It wasn't as if I had expected her to endure this with me. I couldn't assume such a ridiculous thing. She was a busy woman. I mean, with her work and all. I was just a nuisance....
I hadn't realized Lona was still standing in the room with me. She looked at me, concerned. "You all right?"
"I'm fine. You should probably get back to your desk."
"Probably. I'll bring your timetable around 8'o'clock. Once my day is over."
I nodded in response.
"Goodbye Allyse."
"Bye."
She tapped my shoulder as she left. An effort to comfort me. I guess she's nice.
***
Lona returned with my schedule a few minutes after 8. It seemed pretty straightforward. Group therapy, one-on-one therapy, classroom time, free time, meals; all that good stuff. Hah. No. I was not interested in the least.
Who would possibly want to be in a place such as this? No one. No one. And definitely not me.
I wanted to be at home. This was not my home. This was not anyone's home. This was a cavern filled with misery.
Worst of all, I was stuck here. No way out until I was "better." They say it like there was something wrong with me in the first place. I'm well off. Always have been. More so than the average population, at the very least.
So why force me into some dark cave? I have no idea.
People are idiots.




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