Obsession:The Sequel [Jacob Latimore]

1.]"Stand Up, Love"

::Jacob::

I kicked the headboard of my cheap bed in once I was sent back to my room. I got in trouble while just minding my own business in the lobby of the mental institution I was living in at the moment now. What did I do, you ask? Nothing at all, a creep was messing with me and I yelled at him to leave me alone. I was simply writing in my journal for comfort and being bothered by other deranged people at the same time, in which I didn't appreciate at all. Therefore I thoroughly and strictly spoke back to them, at least I didn't harm them. All of the urge to harm another person had calmed down in my state of being. The only thing was controlling the actions I had among myself such as breaking the headboard I just broke that stood attached to the beginning of my bed. I stared at the pieces and eventually picked them up, sighing as I did so. I couldn't say how much more I didn't like being here. It was pure agony upon the heart to know that I'm so unstable to be put in an asylum like this with other nuts much like myself. It's all my fault anyways, I drove myself to these white walls and nearly vacant rooms. I drove myself to a place of torture.

After tossing the broken pieces towards one of the corners of my room, I decided to go towards my unbreakable, bulletproof, structured window that stayed upon the wall right beside my bed. I set my elbows and arms up on the window pane. I looked out, overlooking all of the land and the beautiful landscape the asylum presented. Outside of it may have been beautiful, but inside was quite an empty mess full of people whom yelled to the top of their lungs just about everyday to people whom contemplated a death of their own for even being here. As for myself, I knew I just wanted to get out of here and get better for my own sake. No one else's anymore, I realized that dragging people down alongside me with my problems was too much to bare. Too much to handle and just not the right thing to do to anyone who was trying to stay stable in their struggles. I looked towards the far end of the building, stopping at the last window that I could see from mine. Something or someone hung, just dangling for what seemed to be only a few minutes because his or her feet were still shuttering from the sudden closure of their airways. There was no window opened, yet there stood the rope tied to the very top of the roof. Being that people are so messed up here and have been here for longer than me, they knew where everything was and knew how to get out. I just didn't understand their want to get out anymore.

My yearning wasn't as bad, all I knew was that I needed true help and with that help I was going to take it without any hesitation. Staring at the dangling young lady, hanging from the roof I saw that her skin was a pale white and her hair in a messy nest of brown colors. So dull, nothing to it. What a boring character in reality I imagined her to be. I shook my head as the nurses from the building began to emerge outside, bringing the police and firefighters right along with them too. They got the hanging girl down, but of course it was too late to revive her. I turned away after seeing that little incident, she killed herself. I shrugged my shoulders after erasing the scene I just witnessed from my head. I wandered around my concrete, white room with my hands in my grey pockets of my sweatpants. I had on slippers because no one was aloud to have laces or anything rope or string-like. I took a few deep breaths and a knock came to my door.

"Mr. Latimore, your lunch." A feminine voice said. She slid a tray through the open compartment of my door and locked it back.

I didn't say a word, but a quiet thanks although she couldn't hear me anyway. I grabbed the tray to see what was there for lunch today. I sat on my bed and examined the food. It was chicken noodle soup, a grilled cheese, and a water. I shrugged at the choice of meal for lunch, I didn't mind what it was besides the food was pretty good here. I began to dig into my food and just had light thoughts to myself as I did so. I wondered about the outside world, what was occurring and whom was doing what. Whom? I thought of my mother. I haven't seen her in about a year and a half which was okay, she knew my condition at the moment and she understood. She just couldn't wait until I could come home and finally be of presence to her again. I know she remembers a lot upon me being in middle school through my high school years as well. My elementary school years weren't as evident but that was okay. All I know is that, I was ready to go back home for a bit and get back to business by working and providing for myself.