Beautifully Insane

Chapter 3

Hazel awoke me from my slumber. I had fallen asleep again. It was an effect that the sedates they gave me, you slept on and off for at least twenty-four hours.
"Dear? Dr. Drake would like to speak to you in he's office."
"Ugh. What time is it?" I ask moaning from the fatigue.
"It's one o'clock in the morning."
"What the hell?!" I say turning to her in surprise.
"It's an urgent discussion and he doesn't want the other patients ease dropping." Hazel said looking worried.
She probably thought I was going to go all psycho again. I didn't really care though. I did care about the urgent conversation though. Most of the time Dr. Drake was fine if the patients listened to meetings because they really couldn't care less about meetings. The patients thought they would hear something useful, so they could escape this hell. I decided I would go with Hazel without fuss.
We walked toward Dr. Drake's office door. He had a steel door with his name on it. Inside he had an office that looked like a very stereo typical study. It had lots of mahogany and reds. He also had a couple landscape paintings.
Hazel knocked on the door very hesitantly. She looked scared. Then it clicked. They were going to talk to me about the meds in the food. Damn, I should've kept my mouth shut.
I strode into the room with an air of confidence. Dr. Drake was sitting at he's desk, looking stern. When he saw me walk in he took on a steely gaze.
"Well we are joined by the girl that knows everything apparently." He said in a hard voice.
"Yup you are." I said raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to make the next move as if this was a game of chess.
I could tell I was getting on he's nerves.
"Now, now. Shouldn't a therapist be more patient with the patients?" I said smirking.
He sputtered. I guess he thought he was doing a better job keeping he's emotions in check. He really wasn't though.
"Well are we here to talk about you or me? I can go on about you if you want!" I said smiling big.
"NO!" He partially shouted.
"Well, then get on with it I'm tired."
I was making him angrier by the second. You could partially see steam coming from he's ears. In fact I think he's face was getting red. he hadn't said a word still.
"So I found out about the meds and that's what we're here to talk about right? I said talking to him slowly, as if I was talking to a small child.
"Fine, you want to be blunt?"
"Yes, I do. I wanna go back to bed like a normal person would." I giggled at the word normal.
"Alright. How did you know the meds were in the food?" He asked looking at me intently.
"Well, cause I'm not an idiot. It's obvious. You wouldn't not give us our meds because we are crazy." He wrote that down.
"You don't give us meds at all, so figured out they were in the food. I'm not an idiot like most of the patients."
He wrote that down as well.
"Hey, why don't you show me what your writing down? It's rude to write notes about people."
He didn't answer. He just gestured for Hazel to take me back to my room. She took my arm and lead me away. I didn't resist. Dr. Drake was bad at playing games.
Hazel lead me through the door of my room. She looked tired. She put me in bed and started to leave.
"What's wrong Hazel? You seem upset." I asked concerned.
Hazel face lit up. She looked so happy her face may have exploded from happiness. She had a huge smile on her face.
"You just made my day." She said happily.
"Oh, I'm glad." I said not meaning it.
See, what the other patients didn't know was the saying fake it till you make it. I knew Hazel loved me so if I acted sane in front of her she would tell Dr. Drake. He would take it as making progress and then I'm home free. I feel asleep to the happy thought of freedom.
I woke up to alarms blaring. A patient had attempted to escape, this wasn't the first time it had happened. The other patients were idiots...But there was one that wasn't half bad. Her name was Carrie. Carrie was quite smart and not that much of a psychopath. I mean she had murdered a few people but that's nothing compared to what I did.
Hazel ran to my room. She was gasping and out of breath. I was looking at her face for any sign of stress, but then I looked down. She was bleeding.
I gasped. It was beautiful. I hadn't seen blood in years. I walked yearningly to her. She seemed to realize her mistake of coming into my room. She tried to escape.
"DON'T YOU DARE!! YOU CAN'T TEMPT ME LIKE THAT!!! YOU HAVE TO STAY NOW!!!!" I screamed at her slamming my door locked. She had laces on her shoe, so I took her laces off her shoes.
I took her fingers and tied the laces around all her fingers on both hands. I tied it as tight as I could. I took her glasses off her face and smashed the glass.
I used the biggest and sharpest piece of glass from the shards of glass. I took her shirt off and started to cut pictures into her skin. I drew horses, butterflies, rainbows and other things.
There was blood dripping from each picture. I had covered her back with pictures, so I used her blood to draw pictures on my walls.
I heard my door open. I spun around, hoping it was someone that could give me more blood. It was Carrie.
She looked at all the blood, after she had shut my door.
"Playing with her blood?" She asked in a child's voice.
"Carrie? Talk in your normal voice."
"What you mean?" She said in her child's voice once again.
"Oh my god. You've gone over the deep end." I said and started to cry.
Half an hour later, the staff found us. I was still bawling and Carrie had started to bawl too because I had started. When the paramedics checked on Hazel she was alive. Her fingers were dead though, from me. I couldn't stop crying so the staff took me to Dr. Drake. They sat me down on the chair of he's couch (in he's office). I was still sobbing. I heard people come in but I didn't look up.
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong, Lucy?"
"I'm all alone now."
"What do you mean?" He asked in a concerned voice.
"My only friend here has gone over the deep end. She doesn't remember anything now. Mama and Papa don't visit, so I don't have them either. Hazel's nice but she's not smart and you're my therapist. Not much friendship can happen there." I said tears running down my face.
"I don't want to be insane. It just happened." I was crying even louder now.
I heard someone else crying. It was Mama. She looked thinner than the last time I saw her. Papa was there to. I looked stunned than sobbed again.
"Now I'm hallucinating!" I screamed.
I buried my head into the cushion, still crying.
"Mama and Papa can't be here." I yelled, my voice muffled by the couch.
"Why's that, Lucy?" He asked in a gentle voice.
"They hate me." I whispered.
"I can't hear you, Lucy."
"They hate me." I said raising my head.
Mama and Papa were gone.
"See they aren't here." I said sadly.
"They'll never love me again. They will never visit me."
"They have visited before, Lucy." Dr. Drake said.
"Yeah, to fill out paper work or pay for my stay. You make them visit with me. They don't actually want to see me." I said miserably.
Dr. Drake didn't say a word. He just sat there looking angry. He's face softened when he looked back at me.
"We'll have to work on your blood lust." He finally said.
"I know, I'm sorry." I said sincerely.
A guard walked me to my room. He roughly shut me in a new room. All my things had been moved. I leaned against my door sinking to the floor. I let out a miserable wail. I set my head on my legs and cried for all that was wrong with my life.