Kept Away

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Adrina Gallo is the name, crazy is not. Or is it? Follow Adrina as she is entered into Scottsdale's, and decide for yourself if she is crazy or misunderstood as she believes.

“I’m not crazy.”
I was really getting sick of answering with those three words. I don’t know what it would take to convince these people otherwise. They seemed to think they knew the answer to everything in the world. Well, they could guess again. I bet they haven’t even met anyone like me before. I’m quite unique, you see. But not unique in the way that made a person fit the requirements for a room padded with white walls.
They already gave me the grand tour, and quite obviously they didn’t have the funds to put a little more personality into this habitat of the crazies. Maybe if I was permitted a phone call I could bug Daddy to give them some donations, it’s not like he worried about money. He spent it on things he didn’t care about all the time, me being a prime example.
Walking down corridors with the curly red-headed nurse who claimed her name was Amy with a plain, white tag, confirmed my beliefs I shouldn’t be here. In one room I looked in on a woman who was trying to hold a conversation with her plain, white pillow. Then there was another woman screaming in the “TV room” that she didn’t want the vampires to get her, and she demanded her garlic necklace back.
Really, they couldn’t expect me to fit in here. After this talk with the shrink here, he’ll see it was all just a misunderstanding. I should be home just in time for my 6:00 pm workout.
“I never said you were crazy,” said the man with the ball point pen taking notes of my actions, “I just asked you to tell me who you are.”
“Why do you need me to tell you? Does my file there not say Adrina Gallo on it? This place is in worse shape than I thought.”
“No, I just want you to give me a brief description of who you think you are. That way we can compare them with the description you give of yourself when your overcome this rough patch in your life.” Then Dr. Lane gave one of those practiced smiles I’m sure he gave to all of his patients.
“Would you cut the crap already? There is nothing for me to overcome.” They were really starting to get on my last nerve.
“Then why did you get recommended to be sent here?”
“Because my parents got sick of looking at my worthless self in their grand mansion. I didn’t fit with the decorations they picked for this upcoming spring.”
The shrink did one of those annoying head nods as if this was an indication to confirming his beliefs, “Why don’t you tell me why the medical doctors said you should be here.”
“Oh, those reasons. So what if I don’t eat like the average human being? You can go without food for at least seven days. I’m sorry I don’t live the American dream of becoming obese. It’s not like I’m the only person in the world who has these same eating habits. Google it, I’m sure you’ll find fan groups of that way of life.”
“Adrina, just because there are people who support eating as little as possible, does not mean it is right. You would actually find a majority of the people in the world find eating to be normal and enjoyable.” Here he goes with that manipulative crap. Doctors are all the same. Many other shrinks I’ve had failed to fix my so called problem, this guy seemed like he wouldn’t make a dent of improvement in me.
“And I’m sure the United States of America had all the support going towards them from the very beginning too, right?” I stated as a matter of fact, “Maybe the same rise in power is true for what you people call a disorder now.”
Dr. Lane took it all in stride. Nothing I said seemed to faze him one bit. He acted like he heard it all before, which I’m sure, was in his training in college. “I’m sure you’ll find what you say now to be untrue by the time you are cured. But you know Adrina that you are here for much more than that.”
Here we go with more nonsense about how my mind didn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the world. I’ve actually gotten utterly sick of repeating myself to these shrinks my view on things. “Aren’t we on a time limit, doc?”
“Which is precisely why we will be continuing this discussion in your next session, for now you’ll be escorted to the hospital ward so that you can get a check over from Nurse Hannah, and get an in depth description of what happens to your body when you mistreat it.” Dr. Lane rose with a smile and politely opened the door for me and to greet the guard with blond, slicked back hair. They exchanged a few words that I ignored because whatever they had to talk about was probably worthless to me.
When the shrink retreated back into his office to probably reflect on my files, the guard walked me to the second floor corridor in silence. He kept glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes every few seconds. Considering the people that were admitted in this place, he no doubt expected me to go into some kind of fit, or try to make a run for it. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Plus, I’m not crazy. Something many people fail to notice.
I went into the room that was just as white as the rest of this place, and could smell the overbearing scent of medical supplies. If there was one thing I was certain of, all these places I was sent too smelled the same. It should make me feel like I was right at home considering how much time I spent in them.
A woman who was not Nurse Hannah walked into the room, and told me that Hannah would be with me shortly. Meaning I got to play the waiting game of at least twenty minutes. In the meantime, she introduced herself as Nurse Sarah. She took note of my nails that had grown out, and excused herself from the room for a moment to get the nail clippers. And of course, I couldn’t be trusted to do it myself.
I might make some more scars on myself.


Submitted: June 11, 2009

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Raygun

wow! really enjoyed that, I hope your going to write more. Had my face glued to the screen :D

Fri, June 12th, 2009 6:49am

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Thank you! :]
I'm not completely sure if I'm going to continue, it depends on how much feedback I get on it.

Fri, June 12th, 2009 12:04pm

Laughingwanderer

It was awesome. Check out my new story.

Good luck on future writing!!!

Fri, June 12th, 2009 11:51pm

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Thank you! Will do!

Fri, June 12th, 2009 5:19pm

kaylaaa1994

Wow! As soon as I read those first three words, "I'm not crazy", I felt sucked in! This is brilliant and I really hope that you continue it! Please let me know if and when you continue it! Also, please feel free to stop by and read some of my stuff! :)

Sat, June 13th, 2009 2:32am

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Thank you soo much! The more comments I get, the more I feel encouraged to continue. I have a few different directions I want to take the story, so I need to pick one and go with it :]

Fri, June 12th, 2009 9:09pm

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