If I am out of my mind, it's alright with me.
I don't know if things are okay, I think they might be, but
with me who knows? I know that people are judging me for being here, I don't
mind though. If I were on the outside looking in, I'd judge me too. I won't be
here much longer, I have a plan. It had raining for a week, it always seems
much drearier when it rains. A hospital can only get so much more depressing. The
rain stopped during the day, but the clouds were rolling back around. The
nurses keep a close eye on me, I think they know that I have a plan, but no
matter what happens, I will get out. I have been here for far too god damn
long, I am even more tired than I was before I came up. There was no help,
nothing they could do would ever put me in my right mind again. I doubt they
really care, everything's a job to them. You'd think that they'd be doing a
better job, but who knows, maybe they don't get paid enough to wipe our asses
and dry our tears. It's all behind me though, or at least it will be. I can't
sit still anymore, I can't stand it. I can't stand the smell anymore, I can’t
stand the people. I can barely stand myself, but at least if I left I would be
able to do what I want, go where I want and try and be what I want. I don’t
want to have to explain myself and how I got out, I’m tired of explaining my
actions to people who aren’t really listening. I know eventually I’ll be found,
and that eventually I’ll be back here, I could never be on my own for too long,
it never ended well. Leaving was surprisingly easy, I didn’t expect to get out-
or back in- so easily. In all my excitement to escape, I had forgotten the one
thing that matter to me, a stuffed bear I had won for myself at some stupid
carnival I went to as a child. I luckily did not realize too late, and hadn’t
gotten too far. Well, actually, I had gotten pretty damn far. I got all the way
to my damn hotel, and had to get a taxi back, just to sneak in and out again. I
cursed myself for holding onto such a stupid item. After a little hard work, I was
able to snuggle the bear against my body, clinging to it for warmth and
comfort. I mingled with a few of the other patients, trying to time it right.
My escape had to be perfect, considering that ten minutes ago, I was out and
had to march my happy ass right back in. I took a deep breath, and walked to
the front door, thunder clapping for me as I did. The clouds opened up, rain beating
hard against the windows.
After a while i went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.
I really like the story, it reminds me of AP Psychology when we watch a movie about a doctor trying to help the patient.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a great line, Echo: "You'd think that they'd be doing a better job, but who knows, maybe they don't get paid enough to wipe our asses and dry our tears."
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