Innocent

Nothing new

As I stared out the window, I heard all the commotion outside my room. Nurses and doctors talking to one another or patients being belligerent. That's what I heard majority of the time then someone over the intercom call out 'code blue! code blue!' That means a patient is not listening whatsoever and nothing is working, so these big, buff dudes come in and give them a shot. It's basically a tranquilizer which they are then taken away. That hasn't happened to me, but I have seen it.

It was just last week. A girl, Hannah, was playing cards with another patient. When suddenly, she goes ape shit and loses it. Nurses and doctors from all around came running in, trying to calm her down but that did nothing. That's when the dudes, who in my perspective aren't the type of guys you would want to mess with, came in and tranquilized her.

That was the last time I saw Hannah. Not really sure what happened to her. I'm not sure what happened to anyone after they are given that.

I never get that way. I do yell, scream, and throw things but I never get that bad.

Knock knock! "Mai. Can I come in?" A soft voice from outside the door asked. I glanced over then went back to looking out the window. It was my therapist, Alice. She came by everyday to see if I would say anything. Not once did I answer nor talk to her. 

The door opened and Alice walked in. "I brought lunch." I heard her say.

I ignored her, like always. Alice was signed to be my therapist the day I got dropped off here. After a major fit, they locked me in a room with a big mirror on one side, like an interrogation room for criminals. I was handcuffed to the table and my legs were bound to the legs of the chair that I was sitting in. She walked in with a big smile on her face. She started asking me questions like 'what is your favorite color?' or 'what is your favorite sport?' I didn't answer, just glare.

"Hungry?" She asked, setting the tray on the small table next to the mattress. I shifted but kept my eyes out the window. "Would you like a drink? There's juice in the cafeteria." She said.

I just ignored her. She sighed, "I'm trying to help Mai, and it would help me a lot if you would just talk to me." She said sounding desperate.

I rolled my eyes. 

"Alright. I will come back tomorrow. The food will on the table if you're hungry." She said, turning to leave. The door opened but it didn't shut. "If only you would talk." I heard her whisper then walk out. The door closed then closed and locked behind her. I looked over at the door. Every time after someone leaves, the door locks so we can't escape.

I have tried to escape once, and it didn't go well. A month after I was dropped off, I huddled in the corner of my room, my knees to my chest and crying. A nurse came in and that's when I striked. I jumped up and punched her in the face, knocking her out. As she fell to the floor, I bolted out of the room and took off down the hall. An alarm went off which scared me even more. I ran up and down halls, looking for an escape route. Footsteps got closer and closer. I finally found a door but as I ran to it, something stuck me in the neck. Grabbing my neck, I looked over and saw a nurse, holding a tranquilizer. "Nighty night." Was all I heard before passing out.

Ever since then, I don't leave my room. Unless I have to go to the bathroom, I don't leave.

I've been here almost a year. My family doesn't come and talk to me. They don't send me a letter, nothing. Other patients get letters from their families or come to visit them. Not mine. I miss them. I miss seeing my sister. I miss hearing them laugh or telling stories about when I was younger, but most importantly, I miss Mark. I miss his scent. I miss it all.

After I was arrested, my father told the cops that I was mentally disabled, I couldn't think straight and I was hearing voices. My mom even told a cop that the voices in my head told me to do it. I tried to tell both the cops and my parents that it wasn't true, that I wasn't crazy but, they wouldn't listen.

I was taken down to the station where they questioned me. At that point I was sweating, and panting from trying to break free from the officers that held onto me while at the house.

An investigator walked in and sat down opposite me. Two officers walked in and stood in the corners.

No one said anything.

The investigator, who's name is Alex Froman, started throwing questions at me.

Questions that had nothing to do with what happened to my brother.

"I'm not crazy okay!? But I am telling you the truth, I did NOT kill my brother." I told him, leaning forward. He stared at me with his intense deep, sea green eyes. He stood up and nodded to the two police officers.

"Hey! Wait! What are you doing!?" I shouted at him. 

A man in doctors uniform walked in, needle in hand. My eyes went wide as I tried getting away from the table but with my hands being handcuffed and legs being bound to the chair, it was no use. 

"No no no no no. No! Get away from me!" I shouted at him.

He walked right over and stuck the needle in my neck, despite my protests.

As I began to slowly pass out, I heard, "Take her to Coeur d'Alene Mental Hospital."