Pointless: A Book of my Thoughts

Chapter Two

The hospital is cold and wreaks of mildew. I don't see how they are still allowed to "heal" people in here.

We live in LA, so there's plenty of very nice hospitals here, but the one that school transfers me to is the junkiest one.

As I stared at the molded white cinder block wall, my usual nurse, Nurse Violet, came into the room. She was wearing hot pink scrubs and had her thin grey hair pulled up into a ponytail, which showed more of the wrinkles on her old face.

She pulled her glasses down to her nose and began to search over my file.

"My goodness Jackson, I see that you've had another panic attack.. I'm sorry that this keeps happening to you. Let's go ahead and get a pulse and blood pressure and I'll be on my way. I think that we're going to keep you overnight so that we can keep an eye on you and make sure you're doing okay.", she said with a weak smile.

"No, actually I'll be fine. I don't need to stay."

Mom glared at me when I said that.

"Well okay.. let's ask Mom though, to make sure it's okay. Mom?"

"Absolutely not. He is not being discharged from this hospital.", Mom said with a stern voice.

Nurse Violet smiled.

"Sure thing Mrs. Winters. I'll see to it that he's kept here tonight."

Mom nodded and looked at me to make sure I understood. I looked away in angst.

"I'm going to go outside and have a cigarette. Do you need anything?"

"No, I'll be fine. I'm just going to stay here and watch the weather - since it's the only thing that's on."

"Fine."

She slammed the door as she walked out. I stepped out of the bed and started changed into my hospital gown.

After I was finished, I turned on the TV to find The CW playing. They must've added some new channels. I flipped through the rest of them, and none of them worked.

I guess it's just the one.

I switched it back to The CW and watched Supernatural for a while before falling asleep.

Just as I was beginning to rest peacefully, Mom came back into the room with a plastic bag in her hand with the words THANK YOU etched onto the side of it.

"I figured you were bored," she said as she came farther into the room, "so I bought you a notebook. I figured that you could draw in it or write some love letters or something."

"Thanks, Mom.", I said sarcastically.

She smiled at me and sat down and began to play Candy Crush on her phone.

I took the notebook out of the bag and looked at it. It was a normal black composition one with a place on the front for the subject of the notebook.

I opened the book, pulled a pen out of the bag, and stared at the page.

Maybe I could make it a journal? No, too stereotypical.

How about just drawing?

I scribbled some lines on the page and thought it looked like something got murdered.

Guess that's out of the question.

Wait.. what about..

"Find out what to do with that book yet?," Mom asked me without looking up from her phone.

"I think I'll call it The Book of my Thoughts."

"Cool, do whatever you want."

Satisfied with my work, I smiled at myself and etched the words into the front of the notebook

The Book of my Thoughts.