~TEARS~ {a oisuga mental hospital AU}

the soft sound of silence

Eventually they finish and a member of the staff leads me down the hallway until we get to a door.

The door is like all the other doors in the hallway, plain dark wood with a large silver door handle. She says something, I assume she is telling me this is my room.

I'll find out soon enough if it's not I suppose. I pull the door open to see a bland room with 1 other person in it.

The room has two beds, neither with sheets or blankets, a door I presume leads to the bathroom, and another that I assume is a closet. There are also two small night stands by the beds, I suppose they don't expect us to spend much time here.

The other person is sitting on one of the beds with a clip bored and some crayons. He's got silver gray hair and looks like he would be shorter than me.

I raise my hand in greeting and go sit on the other bed, not sure what to do. I hear a voice, I look up and the grey haired kid is talking to me. I can hear most of the words he is saying, but I can't process what he's saying at all, so I just nod along.

After a few minutes of him talking to me I start to feel like I can understand some of his words. i still have no clue what he's saying, but my brain is at least registering a few of the words.

"~~~~ of ~~~ food ~~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~~~ but ~~~ ~~~~~~~ are ~~~~~~ good"

He's talking about food. I nod occasionally and he seems okay with that.

he continues talking about things, i think he's telling about the facility. After a while he mentions group therapy and sometimes, I think he's telling me the daily schedule or something.

I'm feeling tired, the fog is starting to come back, i can't make out anything he's saying now. it was nice while it lasted.

After more of him talking and me nodding, a nurse pops her head in and says something, the gray haired person nods at her and smiles, then she turns off the light.

he says a few more words to me, then gets up and gets a jacket from the closet and lays down on his bed.

I'm assuming that nurse said it was time to go to sleep.

I lay down on my back and stare at the ceiling, it's been crazy. I can't say I'm exactly thrilled I'm in a phyciatric ward, but I guess it's better than being dead.

I shiver and curl up facing the wall. Why are there no blankets or sheets? are they worried we will hang ourselves? it seems kind of stupid, but I guess it makes sense.

it is quite without the gray haired boys talking, I kind of miss it. He has a nice voice. Eventually the soft sound of the silence surrounding me lulls me to sleep.