Dear reader,
Sorry I haven't wrote back in awhile. I'm so caught up in my head. Anyways, today as I woke up, I was visited by pain. I was hungover. The nurses and doctors here are idiots. I stole a flask of...rum? I think? Point is, it was easy to steal. Like taking candy from a baby. In my dull drawer, I found the flask. The rusty,metallic blue flask. When I picked it up, it was lighter than air. Meaning I probably drained it all. I got a sudden huge pain in my fists. I started screaming, the pain was unbearable. Screaming was common at this hospital. Then, two ladies appeared at the doorway of my room. They gave me fake, cold smiles and asked if everything was okay. I wanted to scream that everything was shit but I said I was fine. I layed back in bed. They stared at me, stalking me like I was their prey. They looked ready for anything. After three minutes of absolute silence, they both smiled again at the same time and said great. They were like robots. They looked around my room for a brief second and left. I sighed. I looked at my fists. Bloody purple spread across my knuckles. They screamed in pain. I rang the bell for " In Need of Assistance " and a nurse barged into my room. She calmly asked what I needed. I lifted my fists and said nothing. She nodded and left the room. I was then, left alone in the silence of my thoughts. A couple seconds later, the nurse came back with some bandage and started to wrap my fists in it. This took almost no time. When she was done, she asked if I needed anything else. I said no. She left. I decided to go to the main room which was like a living room. Let's just call it a living room because I'm not sure of the proper term. The living room is huge. There is a big mounted t.v and three couches. It's like a prison here because everyone is wearing the same thing.
On the t.v, Doctor Who is on. I like Doctor Who but I don't like the fact that I can't watch it often. " No! Give the remote to me!" I turned around to see a middle aged woman screaming at another middle aged woman. I was the youngest here. The two women screaming weren't the most abnormal thing here. It was normal, we yelled at each other, doctors, nurses , walls , dolls , even at the mirror. It was awfully good to yell at something 'cause then you'd have something to blame everything on. I slowly rub my fists while sitting on one of the couches. We were all so different. There was a woman banging her head on a wall, a man whose head had been terribly burned, an older woman rocking back and forth in the corner, and about 6 older men and women smoking cigarettes and talking about Amy Winehouse. I physically look normal unlike some here, but mentally we're all the same person.
Sincerely,
A nobody.
