White Walls

Magda

No. I would not eat the small, white pills.

"Magda, you need to take your pills. Now."

The nurse again pushed the cup towards me, but I decided to ignore her and watch the fly crawl across the wall behind her.

I knew what this would mean. The woman grabbed my jaw suddenly and began prying my mouth open.

"uuuuhgng!" I groaned loudly, trying to jerk away. Suddenly the arms were wrapping around me, holding me tightly. I moaned as fear Crept into my stomach.

"No...noooo!" I shouted thrashing. I felt hands hold my mouth open and the pills fell in ,the hand clamped over my mouth and nose.

"Swallow." the woman demanded, glaring at me with ice blue eyes. The pills stuck to my damp tounge. I couldn't breathe. Then I did it, I swallowed. The hand released my mouth and I gulped as tears brimmed over my eyes.

"Good girl." the woman sneered. I felt myself being hauled to my room, my cell.

The man walked me to my bed and sat me down. The click of the lock resounding through my cell.

White

White

White

"I hate you." I whisper at first. Then I'm screaming, screaming to this place, these white walls, the bad people, I hate them.

Clank clank clank

"Magda!" the other woman calls, this woman is better. "food honey."

Food

I stand up slowly and walk to the door, as the woman greets me smiling. I hate teeth.

She grabs my arm, gently, leading me to the room that we eat in. The other people sit in lines, some staring blankly at me, others playing with their food. I get in line and watch the woman leave, with the rest of them. I'm hungry today. The ladies put food on our trays, they grimace through the glass, we are crazy and they know so. When I have my tuna sandwich, and carrots I go sit on the chair. My chair. Number thirteen. Thirteen. I eat my sandwich fast, we must eat fast.

Danny.

"hello Magda." Danny smiles at me.

I look at my thumbs, uncomfortable.

"what are you doing today! I would love to spend time with you." his face is smiling. He slides his hand under the table, and touches my knee through my dress. I scream. I don't remember this boy. The boy looks horrified, and I'm scared. I fall from my chair,and scramble back in terror. Thirteen.

The boy gets up and watches as the people surround me, hands on me, trying to contain me. They do not soothe me. I scream again as the boy walks out of the back door.