Intercom: All patients, lockdown is now over... all patients, lockdown is now over...it's another beautiful week here at Burns psychiatric. There will be scheduled activities, and normal support group hours. If any patients have any appointments booked for therapy sessions, they will be after support group hours.
Harry: I'm starved!
Chuck: Yea!
Terrance: Me too!
Today for breakfast, eggs, bacon, and French toast. Harry, and Chuck both go for eggs and pile up some bacon on their plates. I go for some French toast, and orange juice.
Harry: MmMmmm, have you ever tried their chocolate milk Terrance?
Terrance: ...No I haven't
Harry: Huh?... how come? I see you always drink orange juice?
Terrance: I don't know? ... I guess it's just a habit?
Harry: Oh okay... by the way, how was your phone call with your mom?
Terrance: Oh, it was great... was really nice to talk to her again
Harry: That's great to here Terrance... my mom is doing okay, I mean she's still getting better...
Terrance: That's good to hear Harry, hopefully she'll be out of the hospital in no time
Harry sat motionless, I never seen him like this before. I saw a brief glimpse of sadness before he got up and excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Harry: ... Ah, sorry guys... I'll be back, I gotta go to the bathroom
Terrance: ...?
Shortly after breakfast, Chuck and I went to the courtyard; but still couldn't find Harry anywhere? Even after basketball and going to the support group meeting, he was still nowhere in sight.
Dave: Hello everyone! ... it's nice to see all of you again! Some old faces here, but there are some new faces here as well!
Dave: Hello Mort, would you like to give an introduction? Just a simple hello and your name is okay alright... there is no pressure here
Mort: Uh... H...Hello, my name is Mort
Support group: Hello Mort
Mort: Um... I'm turning 30 next week, my birthday is on Sept. 3rd, 1992... Um... am I doing okay?
Dave: Haha... you're doing great Mort! It's nice to have you here!
Dave: Anybody else wanna do introductions? Or even just to talk?
Terrance: "Echhem" ...Uhm
Dave: Oh, hello Terrance! Do you have anything that you would like to talk about?
Terrance: Uh... well, my name is Terrance
Support group: Hello Terrance
Terrance: Um... My name is Terrance Durren, I'm 33 years old. My family lives here in Maryland
Dave: Nice to meet you Terrance, and also nice to meet you, Mort. I think we're making great progress today!
After the support group meeting, Chuck ran off to watch his favorite shows. Mort came up to me and wanted to make conversation. Mort seemed like a fairly short guy, probably shorter than me by a few inches or so. He also wore these big round glasses with bifocals. He has darker skin, but speaks perfect English. So maybe his family is of African American descent. He has very short curly hair, and has this nice personable way of introducing himself.
Mort: Um... hey, my name is Mort... um, I was just wondering; I'm not sure where my dorm is? I got a... a piece of paper saying that my dorm number is four?
Mort pulled out a small slip of paper, it kind of looked like an ID card of some sort. It had his full name on it, as well as his birth date and his dorm room number. We're all issued these upon arrival here at Burns, I guess part of the reason is so they can identify the patients here.
Terrance: Oh, that's right next to ours I'm pretty sure; Chuck is staying there
Mort: Oh really? I saw you two sitting together, do you two share a dorm?
Terrance: Oh, no... Chuck has been living by himself in his dorm. I'm staying with this guy Harry
Mort: Oh okay! Who is this Harry guy? Is he another friend of yours?
Terrance: Yea, although I'm not sure where he went off to? He said he was going to the bathroom but, I haven't seen him since before the support group meeting?
Mort: Oh... Well I hope you find him
Terrance: Thanks, what are you here for? I mean, if you don't mind me asking?
Mort: Oh no, you're fine!... Well... I was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder... Ha, that's what they say Mort! ... Eh, sorry Terrance, he likes to talk... Damn right I do! ... Shuuu, keep it down
Terrance: Oh okay...
Mort: What about you Terrance? Yeaaa, what about youuu! ... "sigh" ... I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse him... haha
Terrance: Oh, it's totally fine Mort... I was diagnosed with schizophrenia
Mort: Oh man, sorry to hear about that... Gah, sucks for you! ... sheee! Shut up! You're always ruining things for me! ... No youuu shut up! ... "sigh" ... sorry, that's my alter ego; well I mean one of them, anyways he goes by Marty... he may say rude things, but he really doesn't mean it
Terrance: Oh, that's okay... haha, well I'm going to my dorm I'll see you, or you two in the morning okay
Mort: Okay Terrance! It's nice to meet you! Yeaaa! Teeeerrrrrance! Haha! ... shut up!
Terrance: haha, what a character
As I got back to our dorm, I still couldn't find Harry anywhere? I hope he's doing okay. I sat down at my desk staring back at me, my prized possession; my typewriter.
The typewriter and I always got along. We have a symbiotic relationship. It dreams to type things, wonderful things, terrible things, and bittersweet things. And I the writer, want to express my deepest feelings and emotions onto paper. The clicking of the typewriter is very therapeutic, it always puts me into a trance like state. Out of all the craziness of this place, it's the one thing that takes me out of this reality called life.
YOU ARE READING
Enervation
General FictionTerrance Durren a young man in his early thirties finds himself locked up in a psych ward. Although he's not alone, his three friends Harry, Chuck, and Mort accompany him. Meanwhile Terrance finds himself losing grip of reality, take the psychologi...
