Looking Past Death
Chapter 5
Ian didn't come back to talk t o me later that night, or wish me a good night before I go to sleep like he normally does. I feel really lonely as I lay in my old bed. I stair at the wall, my mind drifting off.
Why cant Ian just scare her, she deserves it. She hits me! And he wont do anything about it.
I know that i'm being selfish, but I cant help it, anyone in my situation would feel the same way. After a while of agonizing silence I fall asleep.
Too soon I was woken up by a angry looking Dr. Anderson, and she was livid. Her face was scrunched up and bright red, like she was holding her breath for a while. She reaches down and grabs my hair, yanking me up. It feels like she was ripping my hair out.
"Up" She growlers out, before letting me go. I scramble off the bed, fearful of another beating. I can see the wheel chair in the door way. I go sit in it knowing that she would be happy with not having to tell me to sit. She straps me in and sets off, most likely to the cafeteria.
We reach the cafeteria in only a matter of minuets. Its noisy, but its not your average cafeteria noise. This noise consists of pain filled screams and cries of agony.
One of the patients, Drew, I think his name is, is bring threatens with a butter knife if he doesn't eat. He's afraid of food, weird I know, so i think that they are going to have to tube feed him, like always. The nice nurse is with her patient, lucky her.
Dr, Anderson brings me my breakfast, I cant even tell what it is. It has the texture of oatmeal, but its a deep brown, with a streak of green here and there, possibly mold. Not caring about the possibility of mold, i dig in after I get unstrapped. I see out of the corner of my eyes a nurse beating a patient, but something else catches my eyes. Its Ian.
When he sees me watching him, he smiles. He glances down at the nurse that's beating her patients, He lets out a laugh before raising his arms and shoving her, hard. She's thrown to the ground , head smacking against the table and then onto the ground. She just lays there. No one gets up to help her, most don't even notice. Not even when a small pool of blood leaks out from beneath her head. Finally the nice nurse takes notice and rushes over to her.
I look back down at my food. I don't want to watch the nice nurse help the other nurse. The mean nurse deserves to die, all of them. Even the nice nurse, for not going to the police the minuet she walked through this door.
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After I get back to my room I sit on the bed and wait for Ian to come, well hoping that he will. I sit there for a couple minuets or hours. After who knows how long he finally makes an appearance. When I complain about him taking so long to show up, he calls me a creep for waiting for him.
"That's not fair and you know it!" I say back to him. I am a lot of things, such as a mental patient, but I am not a creep.
"Is too," He says back, sticking out his tongue like a two year old.
I then remember that he pushed down that nurse in the cafeteria. I ask him why he did it, even though the nurse deserved much worse. He tells me to wait and see, that i will find out why he did it in time, but I don't know how much time it will take me to discover his reason why.
I lay back down into bed, close my eyes and fall into a restless sleep.
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I'm still thinking about what Ian said. Did he just scare the nurse just for the thrill of it, or fore a much larger reason. I don't want to thing about it, but I just cant seem to get it out of my head. Dr. Anderson didn't even glance at the nurse, she wheeled me right past her after breakfast on the way out. She could care less about anyone but herself.
Dr. Anderson has been in a sour mood since the incident though. Well, in a sourer mood than normal. She talks less, but ruder than normal to the other nurses, which she is usually nice to. It just seems kind of odd. Maybe the incident got to her. Maybe she really isn't that bad of a person.
I hear the patter of footsteps outside my door. They grow louder and louder. The footsteps stop at my door before the door opens. Only it isn't Dr. Anderson. I don't know who it is, Actually. The person at the door is a man, maybe thirty-five or so. He's wearing a nurses outfit. There are not many male nurses at the hospital, though most of the male nurses have raped a patient or two.
The nurse just kind of stairs at me, his eyes are not moving, which just makes the whole situation all the creepier. "Dr. Anderson isn't here today." He tells me, his voice is much higher than i expected it to be. It almost makes me laugh.
"I will be filling in for her." He cocks his head to the side. " Don't speak unless spoken to and do what I tell you to do. If you do that we wont have a problem. Okay? " He tells me. I nod my head insted of talking, but thats not what he wanted me to do.
He stalked torward me. "I asked you a question, you answer it with words. Understood!" His face is scrunched up angrily, hes more scare then Dr. Anderson is.
I look up at him, looking at his chin, but never meeting his eyes. " Yes, Sir, I understand. " I mumble, but making sure that its clear enough to hear.
"Fantastic, now, I have some news for you. Ther is over flow problem so you will be getting a roommate. Hope that you don't mind. Not that it would matter. The new patient will be here sometime this week." He begins to walk toward the door. He tells me something that suprises me.
" I will be back in one hour to take you to your recreational hour." He grabs the door and shuts it.
Wow.
Wow. Wow.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
Wow.
Rec hour. I haven't had one of those. I new a girl who had them, but she doesn't talk so I never found out what It was like. For the First time in what feels like forever, I cant wait to leave the room
I want to apologize for the long wait. My excuses don't mean a thing to you and they mean absolutely nothing to me. So I'm just gonna keep it plain and simple.
I am sorry.
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Looking Past Death
Horor"Look at you poor little thing." She sneers, her face close to mine. I take a fearful step back, shrinking away like the coward I am, the coward she tells me I am. Tears brim at the corner of my eyes, but I know that I cant cry, she'll hurt me if I...
