Ice Water.

Chapter 3.

The first thing I noticed I was noise. The noise in the room was much different. Instead of the shuffling of nurses and the beeps of machines, I heard silence. It was even worse than the 'solitude', as I had decided to call it. I counted the times I had been moved somewhere else. Too many. I wasn't as groggy or 'smudged'. I wasn't restrained, so I decided to get up and find out where I was. There was a tray by the bed, which consisted of some type of juice, what looked like eggs, and overcooked 'sausage'. I sipped the juice and immediately gagged, quickly setting the glass down and taking a moment. After the nausea passed, I walked to the door and looked down the hall. A sign at the end read "Outpatient Waiting". What was I waiting for? A cookie?
I had definitely reached my limit with this place. I wondered around until I found the Nurse's Station.
"Um, excuse me, I would like to know why I'm here." I declared bluntly and coldly. A nurse glanced at me and looked for a file, setting it in front of me. I opened it, scanning over the paper.
Lacey Allison Locke: Attempted Suicide Patient.
Time admitted: 2:17 am, Sunday, November 31st.
Reason of Admission: Prescription Drug Overdose and attempted to self-drown. Noted as attempted suicide.
Release Date and Place; December 3rd. Admit to Rivendell Behavioral Hospital.
I set the file down again, clearing my throat.
"Excuse me, I didn't give my consent to be admitted to this...crazy house." I glared. I refused to be put in a "behavioral hospital". As soon as I finished my statement, a familiar doctor walked up to me.
"Ms.Locke? May I speak with you?" His tone was serious and empty, as if I was a child being reprimanded. He motioned me back towards my room, and I walked steadily down the hall. I wasn't exactly looking forward to the "talk".
The whole talk was basically him explaining that I was crazy as shit and was being put in a mental hospital. I argued and argued all I could, but he kept up with my reasons. I would be moved the next day, all of my belongings locked up until release. Of course. No contact out means you won't have any way to talk anyone how badly they're abusing you.