"Well she's doing better, but i'm still afrid we have to keep her" Dr. Wilson said looking down at her clipboard.
Naomi Riley put her head in her hands and cried for her daughter. she cried because today March 30, 2013 will make three years that her daughter Marcee has been in a mental institue. She cried because deep down she knew Marcee would never get out. Jeff Riley rubbed his wife's back but the gesture didn't help. it didn't change the fact that his daughter, his little girl was still crazy and locked up.
"There isn't any thing you can do doctor?" Jeff pleaded desperate to save his family.
Dr. Wilson sighed and looked back at her clipboard. "No. There is nothing more i can do for you or Marcee". Jeff broke down in tears and Dr. Wilson left the room leaving Naomi and Jeff alone to cry.
Down the hall, the second door on the left was Marcee's room. the walls were a saddening shade of beige, and the floor hadn't been mopped in years. the yellowish-green florecant lights flickered a little and small fruti flies wandered in and out the cracks in Marcee's barred window. Marcee sat in a neat indian style posistion and waited. she waited for false hope. she was waiting to go home. But we all knew that wasn't going to happen. she was trapped in a place she didn't belong and for three long painful years she had hope that she was finally getting out, getting her freedom.
"Marcee? It;s lunch time" Marcee's nurse Pat said. Pat was middle agaed and had a head fulll of gray hair. Her chocolate skin and dark brown eyes made her seem like a walking hershey bar with silver wrapping at the top. Pat set down Marcee's eatting tray. it's contents were a pudding cup, an apple, a sandwhich and a cup of juice. Marcee couldn't have a juice box anymore, because last fall she tried to commit suicide with the straw.
"I will eat when I get home" Marcee said still sittting in the same criss cross posistion. Pat shook her head and patted Marcee's ash brown hair. "God bless this child" she said holding her cross then walked out. Marcee had no idea why her departure was taking so long. How long does it take to sign a bunch of release papers? Marcee smiled "It takes longer to get out of here then it does to get in" she thought.
Back in Dr. Wilson's office Naomi and Jeff were putting on their coats to leave. The tears fresh on their faces and despair fresh in thier hearts. "Jeff our baby is trapped. she- she might as weel be in prison!" Naomi cried. Jeff shook his head and ushered his wife out of the office. At that Moment he saw Marcee's nurse Pat walking down the hall. "I know" Jeff said.
"Jeff we have to get her out, we have to break her out" Naomi said in his ear. Jeff kept his eye on Pat, then as she approched them he smiled. "Hi, Pat how is she?" he asked. Pat looked over Jeff's shoulder at Naomi who was distraught with pain and seemed to just be falling apart. Jeff moved to cover Naomi and pressed on about Marcee. Pat told him about Marcee's daily routine, how she woke up in the morning around nine and ate all her breakfast except the fruit. She told him how Marcee played the piano and liked to read especially Sara Shepard. Pat aslo told him how Marcee couldnt wait to go home but what she didn't tell him was the medication Marcee was about to be put on. the medication to help with her calmness which if you think about it means that Marcee willl be crazy and hyper instead of normal.
Jeff nodded and him and Naomi left. They left the physc ward. And they left their baby girl Marcee behind, again.
