I jump as the white door near my table opens. It's Nurse Floss.
"Macaroni and cheese," she states as her gloved hands gesture towards the pile of mustard-yellow goop on the plate which she's wheeling around on her tea trolly. She gently places it on my table. The old lady smiles at me and I stare at the wrinkles on her face, deep like valleys. She leaves shortly after inspecting me as I swallow three pills. One is blue and round like a small ball with the letter S etched on the top. The other two are both red and shiny and very big. They all have scientific names which mean nothing to me so I just call them 'blue' and 'red'. Doctor Lawson says that they will help with the delusions.
I've been seeing things ever since I could see. Sometimes I see shadowy creatures that drift through the air. They look light as a feather yet they seem to carry all the darkness on the earth. They suck out light from the atmosphere. I hate them a lot. However whatever the medicine is made of prevents me from seeing any shadows except for my own.
I pick up the metal fork and prod the food on the plate. It wobbles like jelly. Not eating that, for sure. I peep through the clear plastic window on the door to see the clock in the corridor. 6:12. 6:57. 7:42. 8:17. 8:34 9:03. 9:49. Time has gone by fast. I slip back into bed and cover my head in the thin sheet. All I want is to escape this blurred world.
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Lucid
FantasyIsla Samuels has a mental condition so serious that all she can now do is sit and wait in Ballard's Mental Asylum for Under 18s until her life is ripped out of her body. However, she has yet to learn a powerful technique to escape what is waiting fo...