Escaping Our Sanity

Chapter 2: More Than a Consultation

       I squirmed and kicked as the nurse tried to restrain me. "GET OFF OF MY SISTER" Josef firmly stated. "We need backup stat!" The nurse yelled into the open air. I finally broke free from her cold grasp, grabbed Josef's hand and ran towards the psychiatric office where my parents went. I opened the old, wooden, double doors and yelled "THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY HERE! DON'T MAKE ME STAY! I THOUGHT TODAY WAS JUST CONSULTATION!?" I said while gasping for air. "Oh Liz, we decided you could check in today! That way you'll have TWO extra days to adjust to things here!" My mother said giddily. "Now go with the nice nurse and she'll show you around and get ya' set up hun'." My father chippped in. I looked at my mother, father, and Dr. Carson's faces. I felt pure disgust.

      The three of them looked so fake. They had fake, jolly smiles that seemed like they were painted upon their faces. The nurse that practically tried to strangle me, piped up. "Your daughter is a lovely little girl! I think she'll do very well here. I'm also sure that in a few months she'll be NORMAL like the rest of us!" The adults all chuckled in unison, but for the nurse it was more of a cackle.

   "THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! STOP LAUGHING! I HATE YOU ALL!" I proclaimed. "Now that's no way to treat your folks! They are making this choice because they love you, Elizabeth." Dr. Carson calmly said. "DON'T CALL ME THAT! MY NAME IS ELIZA, NOT ELIZABETH! AND YOU'RE NOT MAKING ME STAY AT THIS RIDICULOUS ASYLUM!" I blurted forcefully. "Oh no, no, no, dear! This isn't an asylum, it's simply a mental health facility." The cunning doctor said. He then shaped his hand into a "thumbs-up" position, almost as if he was signaling the nurse (which I later found out to be true).

      Before I knew what was going on, I felt a pinch in my neck and everything went black. When I woke up, I was in a padded cell that was stained with blood and other disgusting bodily fluids.. but they weren't my own and they appeared to be several years old. I was dressed in white pajamas with small, light blue flowers all over. I realized that my long, brown hair was gone. I stood up quickly and saw my reflection in the one-way window. My sleek and shiny hair was about six inches shorter and poorly cut. It looked like they had cut it with dull and rusty scissors. I began to cry softly, while slowly getting louder. It was like listening to a sick symphony coming to a mournful crescendo, the way I cried. I started to scream and thrash in my place. I felt as if i was a helpless animal waiting to be experimented on. I started banging my head against the padded walls. It still hurt though. I then noticed my nose starting to bleed and run down my chin gracefully.