I've always loved sleep, sleep is like a realm where you can create your own reality, a new life, until you have to wake up and return to your shit hole of a life. Sometimes, I hope I won't wake up, that I will die in my sleep and remain in that dream, that perfect world my mind made up all on its own. But I know that will never happen. Not anytime soon.
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"Why do you think you have these thoughts"
"I don't know, they've been going on now for as long as I can remember, I used to want to smother my mom at night, but that phase passed; I've been increasingly more interested in the idea of killing the kids in my school; the ones that call me a freak and shit. Just go in there and BAM the torment is over."
"Do you think you're capable of that, Cale?"
"I'm not sure, I hope not, but I've surprised myself before"
He glances to the clock. 6:59.
"Well, Mr. Bishop, your session is over for today, same time next week?"
"Yes, Mr. Atherton. Same time best week"
As I walk out of his office and pass through the dark burgundy hall, I pass those same god damned pieces of art he has hung on the walls. Every time I pass through that hallway I hear them. But it's just a bunch of gibberish over some static. but this time it's different.
Laughing.
Screaming.
Blood curdling screams. All I can see is white. I'm numb.
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Waking up in that same, dull grey room is always a joy. Helen comes into the room. Helen is my nurse at the mental ward. I'm there a lot. She is a short lady, with her golden brown hair always in a bun on the back of her head, and her nails always painted a light pastel blue color. she has a very comforting air about her.
"Cale, sweetie, are you awake?"
"Yes, ma'am, yes I am awake"
"We aren't going to be evaluating you tonight, we will be monitoring you overnight, and if everything goes as planned, you'll be back home tomorrow morning."
"Can I have a glass of water?"
"Of course sweetheart."
Sometimes I enjoy spending the night in this room, D404 to be exact. this is the only room where they won't bother me. This is my room. No one else is allowed. It even says my name in the door. Cale Bishop. I enjoy it here so I can get away from my mother. I hate that bitch. She doesn't give a fuck about anything but herself and her bottle. I'm going to sleep now.
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