Sweet Madness

Chapter 2

After the amazing, note the sarcasm, session with the good doctor; I proceeded to make my way back to our room with the dragon lady in tow. The walls amazingly weren't that hideous; of course that was due to the fact that me, Chris and the other girls in high risk had to participate in a form of therapy about 5 years ago. Trying to steer away from old times I let the dragon lady guide me or should I say force me into the room; when she was walking back I shot her a dirty look, "Puttana" I muttered letting myself into the room

It was rare that I spoke Italian, speaking it reminded me of my father. My father was a good man, the type that you read about in fairy tales, the type that takes you out for ice-cream and reads you bedtime stories- just perfect. That's why it hurt so much when he was cruelly snagged from my grasped. My mother always thought that he was ran over by a truck, but I was there; I know the truth, the shadows took him. Of course if I ever tried I'd be classed as certifiably insane and be probably be chucked in a place way worse than Rivergreen, at least here we get an allowance and money from the state and stuff. Of course I always ended up splurging on clothes and high boots. Loads and loads of boots. Trying to forget my melancholy mood I sank down on our psuedo-double bed. Almost immediately Chris spoke up; "Why so sad, doll?" she asked

From the minute we had met Chris and I had gelled perfectly and were basically like sisters but it always felt like Chris was on like another level. She had always understood more than regular people did, always knew what I was feeling when I was feeling it but it was just something I accepted around her. One day I asked her why she always called me doll. " I used to always have those precious little porcelain dolls before I got carted here," she would say in a rather sad southern voice, staring into the distance

", with dark hair like yours and dark eyes like yours. Funny she used to be only hope, my only escape- just like you are I guess."

With that she began laughing, her sweet melodious voice bouncing off the walls but I always sensed something off but I just left it alone. Quite suddenly my mood picked up. That was another thing , you could never feel sad around her, now when you left her that was a different situation; emotions would come flooding to you like she was a dam and as soon as you left the room, all those emotions would come flooding back to you like a stream of sadness, but at least while you were with her you felt great no matter how artificial the feeling was. Well I guess sometimes ignorance is better than reality. With that joyful thought I looked to my left and saw Chrissie peacefully snoring and her short golden hair fanned out against the pillows and her forehead, her mouth slowly parted and the small movement of her childlike chest. Ignorance is bliss. I slowly rose as lightly as I could hoping not to wake Chris and reached inside our side draws in hopes of getting some of Chris's zombie sleep pills, usually they only give you those when you come here as if they're trying to drug you into forget the outside world, your family, your friends. Your life. I struck gold when I felt my hand graze a big pill and as soon as I found a water bottle I guzzled the water and chucked the pill down my throat; but that didn't deter the process of it getting jammed in my throat reminded me of my first day here and how the dragon lady shoved it down my throat. With that joyful memory in tow I let my head hit the relative softness of the pillow and let the zombie like sleep take over.