Short Stories and Writings

~Story 4: Out of My Mind~

(Reece's POV)

I am losing my grip.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm not well.

They keep saying they can make me better, but they aren't. If anything they are making me worse. They never listen to me.

They think I'm crazy.

I'm not.

They just don't listen to me. They give me medicine that makes me sleep. I spend most of my days in this hell asleep. When I don't take my medicine, they force it down my throat. Telling me it's for the best.

I was forced into this asylum 20 years ago. At first you have visitors. They would visit daily, and are always there for you. But as the months go by, they visit less and less. The less they visit, the more you don't realize they haven't visited. Until soon enough the visits stop all together. And it's leaves you to just sit and wonder if they forgot about you, or choose not to come and see you.

They said I was 'severely depressed'. They said 'it's best if I was in a safe place'. There's nothing safe about this place. There is just a whole bunch of crazy people. Which I don't see how it will help. Crazy people plus crazy people doesn't not equal sane people. They are only going to push us into more of an insane direction. But if we were around sane people, then maybe, just maybe, we can start to become sane again.

They said I was sick. They refuse to say what really is wrong with me. When ever they say I'm 'sick' I just scoff and roll my eyes at them. They refuse to believe I'm mentally ill. It makes them feel better if they just say I'm 'sick'. Allowing them to believe I can be cured. Like it's some type of cold. Like if I take some medicine and rest I will be better in a week.

Nothing changes. Every day is the same thing. The same medicine I'm being forced to take, the same screams, the same fights, the same plain white room, the same bars on the windows, the same locked door.

Out of nowhere someone walked in. I sat up on my bed and looked at her. It was Macey. She was one of my doctors. When I was first sent here she was assigned to be my overall doctor, my main doctor. She told me her history, that she was studying Mental Illness, she got a job as a doctor, and now helps those who have mental illness. People like me.

She started to ask me questions. The same questions she always asks. And I still give her the same simple yes and no answers, not wanting to elaborate on anything. All I want it is to get out. My thoughts are eating me alive. I know if I tell her that she will only give me more medicine and put me on more therapy.

I hear voices in my head. Telling me I won't make it. That one day they will realize I'm a waste, and can't be cured. That they will give me super strong sleep medicine one day that won't let me wake up ever again. And no one will ever realize I was gone.

Soon enough Macey left. Then a nurse came in and gave me my sleeping pills. I took them, not wanting to deal with fighting the nurse. I soon drifted of into a deep deep sleep.

~Reece's Dream~

I was in an open, very dull, and gloomy room. It was made of complete stone. Ceiling, walls, and floor all made of stone. A big metal door with a small, square window, with bars and a small rectangular slot below it. The only light came from the few torches that hung on the wall.

I as soon as I try to get up, I am automatically pulled back down. I look down to see shackles around my wrists. Big, thick chains attached to the stone wall, keep me in my spot. Unable to go anywhere but a few inches from the wall.

Just then I hear locks open from the other side of the door and a big muscular man, in all black comes in with a tray. A few moments later another guy as big as the first walks in, in full black as well.

The first guy gives the second guy the tray. He does some things on the tray before he looks up at me. He puts something behind his back and walks over to me. He crouches down to my level and looks straight into my eyes. An evil smirk plastered on his face.

"This will only sting a little." He says and pulls a needle from behind his back.

I struggle against him, but he is too strong. He soon gets a firm hold on my arm and sticks the needle straight into my vain. I scream, hoping someone, anyone can hear me.

~End of Dream~

I woke up screaming. Doctors rush in, to my aid.

I know what is going to happen.

It happens every time I wake up screaming.

They ruffly pull me out of bed, and to my feet. Two guards grab my arms but I fight against them. I fight and fight, trying to get away. They drag me out of my room and into the empty, quiet halls, were only my screams are heard. I continue to pull and tug. My bare feet, pushing in the other direction, on the tiled ground, trying to slow them down.

I managed to fight out of their grip. But one of the guards manages to snag my hospital band that is around my right wrist. Stopping me from getting far. The band is designed with special materials so it won't break easily. He yanks me back and I fall. The same two guards quickly pick me up, and continue to drag me.

Soon enough my fighting comes to an end, when we reached the huge metal door. They open it and toss me into the small, white, puffy room. The floor, walls, and ceiling made out of cushioning. So I can't hurt myself. I bang on the cushioned door, with any luck I can hit it enough that it will break open.

After a few moments I give up, and slowly, slide down one of the walls, screaming.

I will spend the rest of my night in here.

Along with the rest of my life........