Bliss

Chapter 19: Truth Hurts

Chapter 19: Truth Hurts

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One week in Isolation.

Let me tell you something about Isolation, it isn't fun. Especially not a week of it.

A week of being stuck in a small square room, grey walls, grey floor, grey ceiling, grey bed, grey cover. Everything is grey.

There's no windows, no access to anything outside that room, except one heavy metal door with a sliding slate at the bottom so The Blanks can slide your food and water in and out three times each day.

No clock, no notion of knowing how fast or how slow time is going by. In fact the only notion of time you can figure out, is when it's lights out at eight.

Eight. Seriously, how old are we? Ten?

Total confinement for seven days, with nothing to do but think. Most of the time, thinking about things, worrying and stressing over them, just makes it worst.
It's like you'll be totally fine all day, and then you go to bed and start thinking. Ten minutes into lying there, you're crying because of something happened a year ago.

Now, imagine that, all that thinking I mean, every day, every hour, every minute, for a week.

Total hell.

But you'd be surprised, the thinking isn't the worst thing in Isolation. The worst thing is the other patients.

Obviously, we're not allowed to talk to anyone whilst we're in confinement, but that doesn't mean you can't hear other people.

It's not very often that a patients will spend more than a few hours in Isolation, that is if you haven't done something really bad. Like put a girl in hospital. (Aka, me.)

Oh, and if you're from the crazy ward.

All patients from Ward 2, are exclusively known as the real crazy ones. They're the ones that aren't allowed out of their room unless escorted by a Blank, they're not allowed out on the yard with other patients, they're not allowed in cafeteria, they're not allowed much contact with anyone else and they can spend up to twenty-three hours a day in their dor- cells.

Honestly, they're the serious nutters. I know I'm not so innocent, but im not that dangerous and I have never caused any harm other than when I've been provoked, but these guys- wow.

They're put in here for things like cannibalism, arsenal, maiming, attempted murder, you name it, just so long as it didn't actually kill anyone and the attacker is mentally unstable, they get thrown in here.
The killers go to actual high security institutions. That's where H.D went.

Yeah, so the worse thing about Isolation isn't the thinking, it's the nut jobs.

When it's night and everything is supposed to be quiet, you can hear them screaming and shouting, or bashing their heads against the door, scratching their nails down the walls, whispering horrendous things to themselves.

I cried every single night I was in Isolation.

Although I hated being on my own, I spent a two days in my dorm afterwards, pretending to be ill. I don't know, I just wanted to be in my bed, get used to my own surroundings.

It's a sad life when you think of you dorm room in a mental asylum as your home.

Also, I couldn't face Mason. I still can't.

That's why I am currently stood at the doors which are entrance to the cafeteria, trembling slightly with nerves.

Taking in a deep breath, I push through the doors. I've never noticed it before, but the cafeteria is seriously bright. And not just it's blinding ceiling lights, either.