Scrub

Chapter 1: The boy who wear scrub

Part 1

Simula....

WHEN WAS the last time i witness the outside world? The lively red roses? The sounds of a peaceful rain? The scenery of beautiful ocean? My adorable cat? How is she now? Is she still alive? My classmates? Maybe they'd finished their studied now, some of them are probably professionals, journalist, reporters, writers nor author? Ako kaya? Naalala pa ba kaya nila ako? Yung isang weird nilang kaklase na na-stuck na sa isang mental ngayon?

Sometimes, i'm still asking myself how did i ended up here? And i laugh alone.

Crazy me.

Four corners. No appliances. Cold rocks. One straight metallic window. Hard door. Like i was a prisoner in a refrigerator cage. Hearing my own heavy breathing. Lonely.

Lonely?

Am i lonely?

Mag-isa lang ba 'ako?

Sad to say yes, but scary to tell you no.

Napatingala ako sa nag-iisang bintana ng marinig ang ilang himig galing sa mga ibon. They're flying as if their was a monster chasing them in a dark clouds. Then i heard a loud thunder. Dahan-dahan akong sumiksik sa gilid ng apat na sulok ng selda ko. I closed my eyes and something scary flashing back in my mind, evil. Evil people. I started growling, crying like a mad werewolves who haven't eaten for years.

Nasabunutan ko ang sarili. I hurt myself once again. Then i started hallucinating. The scariest is. It wasn't hallucinations.

Or even imagination.

Real.

Real demonic faces are standing infront of me.

They all have dark eyes. Nanliliksik ito na parang gusto akong saktan. Nakasuot silang lahat ng kulay puti, katulad rin ng sa suot ko. All of them are women. Basa ang buhok at mahahaba na haggang binti, namumutla. All of them are looking at me as if i was the one who murdered them. All of them started slowly walks towards me. I'm screaming in fear! But no one's was here to help. In this ward, in this room, i was only alone! Locked up. With numerous ugliest ghosts.

Para narin akong pinapatay sa takot. Araw-araw akong nakikipaglabanan. Araw-araw akong himihingi ng tulong.

But the psychiatric and other doctors doesn't want to believe in the idea of some mental patients aren't just imagining things. Pilit nilang pinaglalaban ang paniniwala nila sa scientific standards ng trabaho nila.

I pity them for that.

Hindi lahat ng baliw ay baliw.

Meron silang pilit na pinapainom sa mga pasyente nila, pero hindi nila iyon mabigyan ng explenasyon? Hindi nila mabigyan ng isang salita ang mga taong sinasapian? Iinom ng gamot lamang ang maipapayo nila? Kapag walang pera, iiwan sa giid kasi walang pambayad? Tuturukan ng pangpakalma? But the dosage of those intoxicated injection are sometimes one of the reason why the patient is having a worsened illness. Their experimenting bodies without even asking for the consent of the relative? Their taking the risk to steal someone else life because they think they can do it professionally? Or throwing a fetus in a dark underneath secret of their hospitals? Everything has a secret when it comes to this. It's either they believe but refuses to admit, or they don't because they all have bipolar disorder in the field of their jobs. I once witnessed a dead women who got assault by a doctor itself. Fucking gross! And the fact that i was still a kid when i saw that horrific incident.