Damon's Story

Part 1

There he lies, staring at the fan above. his eyes following one of the blades going round, and round...

I knock once -- he doesn't notice me.

"Damon," I softly call, trying not to disturb the other patients, but his eyes are still following the blade.

"Damon!" I call again, this time louder. He turns his head ever so slightly, until his eyes meet mine. they are large and bloodshot from staying awake night after night.

"I have your medicine, it will help you sleep." I set the tray down on the table and leave the room, closing the door behind me.

No one knows Damon's story, how he ended up in Rollinewoods Mental Hospital. No records show that he ever existed in the first place. No family, no life, nothing. one day he just showed up at the door, screaming for help from something... but he was speaking in some sort of foreign language so we never found out what he was running from. the only word we could decipher was Damon, so that's what we call him...