The wind seems to blast past my face for a brief moment before a pair of arms wrap around my body.
"NOO!" I scream at the top of my lungs. This was supposed to be it. They can't take this away from me. They bring me back up over the railings and onto the ground of the bridge.
"LET GO OF ME GOD DAMNIT!!" I scream again.
"No, not now, not today." A familiar voice tells me. I continue to scream and thrash my body around to get out of the person's embrace. A hand enters my view as they try to adjust their grip and I bite it.
"Calm down for Christ's sake, Hayley. Put those things away." It says again.
"NO!" a growl escapes my lips. The fuck?
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" The person must have managed to fish out their phone as the emergency operators voice comes out over the speakerphone.
"Yes, I need an ambulance, southshore bridge. A girl tried to jump." My (un) saviour replied.
"Do you have her there with you? When did this happen?" The operator asked.
"Just a few minutes ago, around 1:15. Yeah, I have her down trying to make sure she doesn't bolt."
"Help is on the way, keep her there. Good job." The phone clicks off.
"Shhhh, Hayley, you need to calm down before they get here." He begins stroking my hair.
My breathing starts to get back to normal and my screaming turns into choked sobs as I begin to cry.
"That's better. Good girl." Why does he even care.
The sound of alarms can be heard getting closer as what I assume is the ambulance making its way to us.
"Thank you sir- we can take it from here." A paramedic tells the boy holding me.
"Do you know her name?" Another asks.
"It's Hayley, Hayley Walker." He answers back.
The paramedic sighs. "Not again."
Paramedics. Ambulance. Why would they need them if nothing happened to me? Unless...
"NO. NO I AM NOT GOING BACK THERE." I begin to thrash in the paramedics arms as they bring me towards the ambulance.
"YOU CANNOT BRING ME BACK THERE LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH OR I SWEAR TO GOD-" I try to bite the persons arms but before I can a sharp pain is felt in my neck.
"Mother fuckers.... I swear... to God... I'm going to... to.." everything starts to fade out as an extreme dizziness comes over me.
"5mg Lorazepam administered. Prepare patient for transportation." One of the paramedics says to the other. Bitches drugged me. My head lolls over as my vision blurs. I can see the boy who "saved" me start to walk away.
"Sir, I never got your name" A paramedic asked.
"I never gave it." He responded back.
Everything went black.
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Bright lights blind my vision as I regain consciousness. What the hell is going on.
I try to sit up but am thrown back down by a pair of cuffs on my wrists strapping me down to the bed.
"What the fuck?!" Stupid fucking cuffs.
"Miss Walker, glad to see you're awake. Do you know why you're here?" I look over to see a man in a white lab coat sitting beside the bed.
I give him a glare. "No, not a fucking clue. Get me out of here, and get these stupid cuffs off of me." I say sarcastically.
"If you stop with the vulgarity and promise you won't try to bite one of us again, then I will take them off."
I roll my eyes before nodding reluctantly. The man stands up and undoes my restraints.
"Now Miss Walker, it has come to my attention that you have been here before, correct? So I assume you are familiar with our policies here in the psychiatric ward. I'm going to be your doctor, Doctor Kay, you know how to contact me." He points to the button on the wall.
Sitting up in the bed, I grab a cup of water on the side table. I guess this will be my new room.
"An assessment will be taken in about half an hour where we can decide what to do next. Make yourself comfortable." He then leaves the room.
I get out of bed and walk around the room, making myself familiar with the surroundings. Trailing my hand on the wall, I memorize the familiar bumps and grooves of the wall, searching for something. The secret about this place is that in the psychiatric ward, the patients will carve their names in the wall, making their mark in time. For some it's like a comfort blanket, making something your own. For others its a 'fuck you' to the system. I don't know which one I was.
I find myself in the last corner before finding this room's 'sweet spot', tons of names subtly carved into the wall near the floor behind the curtain covering the window.
Jodie S.
Taylor M.
James Fran
Kayla F.
Krysten Wale
Damion Gray
Heather Polluck
Tyler Joseph
Olivia Jamison
Daniel J.
Shawn Crawford
Leah Tyson
Hayley Walker- I recognize the childish writing as my own. Probably one of my first visits here. It's nice to know it isn't too foreign of a place to me. Some names have tally's next to them where they document multiple visits. There are three next to mine. Huh, out of all of the rooms I've only been in this one three-- no four, times.
Feeling under the windowsill, I find a bobby pin. Each room that has names also has a hidden tool to make the names, since people brought in here are stripped of all belongings and left with the typical hospital gowns and slip on shoes. I add another tally to mine.
The sound of footsteps come down from the hall and I scurry to put the bobby pin back and jump on the bed.
"Miss Walker," The doctor comes in, "You intake assessment will begin now, please, this way."
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Internal - Blurryface
FanficHayley Walker is a social outcast in her small town. A dare gone lead her friendless and alone - waking up next to your friends dismembered corpse takes a toll on a person. Ever since then, on the rare occurrence that she was actually able to sleep...
