As A Cliché: A Short Story

Year #3: Present Time

JAXS POV

That entry shocked me.

That's why Katie's in a mental hospital. That's horrible.

I closed the diary after re-reading it about five times.

This must've happened last week, right before she sent me the diary.

Katie's been placed in a mental institution because she's suicidal.

KATIES POV

"Hi miss Katie how we doing today?" I looked at the my nurse and shrugged, you'd think she'd be getting annoyed with me but no, she still tried to talk to me, even though I don't ever talk back.

She set my breakfast down on the table and handed me my antidepressant.

I stuck my spoon into the oatmeal and slowly scooped it up and let it drop back down into the bowl.

"So, today we are having an outside picnic, how does that sound?" She smiled and looked at me with pity.

I hate that look it makes me feel weak. And get this lady! The only reason I'm still alive is not because I'm weak, I'll tell ya that!

I shrugged again and pushed the bowl aside. Nancy, I think that's her name, shook her head and pushed the pill towards me.

"You have to eat sometime darling." She said and got me a glass of water

"But At least take your pill like usual"

I picked the small pill up along with the water and looked at her as if asking if she would be happy if I took it.

She grinned in satisfaction and turned away. I quickly dropped the pill into my pocket and drank some water.

Tapping the table to tell her I was done she thanked me for "cooperating" and walked out.

Taking the pill from my pocket, I opened the window and buried it in the window sill garden I had. I dug a small hole, running into several other of the small orange pills, I never take them. They make me feel jittery and unfocused, it's like being drunk or high, not that I've ever been high or drunk.

I closed the window and slipped into my regular clothes, dark cut off shorts since it's the beginning of August and Jax's black hoodie. I practically drown in it now, I've lost weight from not eating for days in a row. And no, I'm not anorexic I eat when I'm hungry, it's just every time I try to all I can taste is a metallic taste like blood. It's sickening. My doctor says it's because of the day Lauren died, but honestly the food here sucks.

Another cheery knock on the door brought me back to reality.

Opening the door I frowned at the sight of a different nurse other than Nancy.

"It's time for the picnic! Here I'll lead you out."

The woman reached for my hand, trying to pull me out the door. Without a word I yanked my hand back to my possession and followed her silently out of the building.

It was sunny outside, yet a nice breeze with a certain scent told me that rain was coming.

I ventured away from the groups of girls, most giddy and light from their orange pills, they're incredibly stupid if you ask me. I walked up to the large tree in front of the building and set a foot on the first bar.

I found this tree the day I came here, well it wasn't very hard considering it was right in the front. So now every time we have one of these "fun bonding" picnic days I've worked on smuggling wood from the warehouse and building steps to climb the tree.