I'm not crazy. (Camren)

Chapter 2- Dad?

I lurked up from the dirty, white hospital bed forgetting about what just happened the hour before. After my vision settled in, it all came back. Warm tears escaped my eyes. There was a lump in my throat. No matter how much I tried to swallow, it stayed there. I looked down at my body. Bruises here and there. Probably because of how hard I was fighting back. I was in a hospital gown. I felt a sudden jolt of pain on the back of my neck. When I went to go investigate to see what it was, a sudden sting of electricity erupted through my body. I yelped with a mixture of pain and fear. I looked around the prison I was in. Dirt and dust clung to the walls. There was mold in the right corner of the room. It was a shade of green that reminded me of Lauren's eyes. But instead of the color being full of life, it was full of sadness and depression. The walls that were once painted at one point a light red, were now decaying and ripping off the walls. A window was perched next to my bed. But it too, like everything else in this building, was deathly looking. The bars outside of it, a reminder that I was imprisoned. Whatever asylum this was, it got shut down a long time ago. Hours passed of me staring at nothing. My stomach growled but I didn't care. I was too tired and in too much pain to fight my way out. Because I had hours to spare, I got lost in my thoughts. I had moments where a wave of emotion came over me and I cried until my eyes were bloodshot red. But then it all stopped and everything got numb. It was a never-ending rollercoaster. It was never quiet in this place. The demonic shrieks of other patients echoed down the halls of the asylum. Occasionally, a doctor would look through my tiny window on my metallic door. His mask soaked with the blood of others. He'd make a quick glance, as if he'd been expecting me my whole life, and scribbled something down on this clipboard. As the hours passed, night time fell. I wasn't tired. I couldn't sleep, in fear that I would never wake up. I know I'm gonna die here. Just not like this. I have to die fighting.

2 hours later

I was in a deep thought when I soon got interrupted by the metallic door that I learned to hate opening. The person who opened it was a nurse. She was much more clean than the others. No blood anywhere on her uniform. She had golden, wavy hair that was obviously taken care of. And her eyes, the color of ice.

    "It's dinner time" She exclaimed.

    "I'm not hungry" I said bluntly. My voice raspy from not using it. She closed the door behind her and perched herself on the railing of my bed.

    "Listen kid, you better eat or the doctors WILL put a tube down your throat and force feed you. They're not nice to newbies". I put my hand on my temple and rubbed it slowly. After contemplating if I should or not I decided it would be a better idea if I went to dinner. It would give me time to map out the place. I slowly nodded my head. In response to my action, she undid all the restraints that were still keeping me tied to the bed. She lightly grabbed my arm and dragged me into the raggedy hallway. It was full of moping patients and doctors roughly grabbing them to take them back to their cells. Every time a doctor looked at me, the nurses grip grew tighter. Like she wanted to prove to them that she was just as mean as they were which didn't seem like the case. The hallways were just as dark and not taken care of as the rest of the building. At this point my feelings of being terrified had calmed down. I felt numb. Tired of crying. At a loss of all hope. As we entered the cafeteria, rats scrambled to find holes in the walls to hide. There was other patients eating while doctors stood guard. The patients looked unfed, walking skeletons or even zombies. Some of them had missing fingers, arms, legs, etc. I held my breath not wanting to know the explanation of it. A stench of rust hit my nose and in return, my nose scrunched up. The nurse walked me over too an older man with brown short hair and dark brown eyes and sat me down across from him. He quickly glanced up at me, his eyes had softened for just a quick moment but then they went dark and he grunted.

    "Uh... Hi" I weakly said.

    "What do you want newbie?" He said staring down at the table. I licked my lips clearly uncomfortable.

    "Sooooo. How'd you get here?" I asked. I felt so alone. Maybe if I heard someone else's story this place would make sense. He glanced up at me harshly.

    "Why do you need to know?"

    "Because I'm scared and I don't know what's happening. I would like to feel at least not alone so if you don't mind, I'd like to think about other things to get my mind off being in the loony bin thank you very much. Plus you're the only fucking normal looking one here." I slammered. My comment seemed to shut him up.    

    "My wife threw me in here. She claimed that I needed to get checked up on my schizophrenia and that she knew someone." I was baffled by what he said. It was so similar to my story. I was left with my mouth open not even sure what to say. "You're gonna get flies in your mouth if you keep it open like that." He chuckled. I took a deep breath to try to keep myself in content. Was everyone like him... Us? "Why?... How'd you get here newbie?" He said clearly interested on why I reacted the way I did.

    "My mother said I had a doctor's appointment for my schizophrenia and then she locked me up here" I said shakily.

    "Did your dad know? Don't you have family members that would notice your disappearance?" He said clearly intrigued but also taken back.

    "He "died" when I was 3" I said quoting the died. "I had a sister but she also died. My family is in Cuba. We never really see them"

  "I knew it"  He said brightening up. "I knew it I knew it I knew it... I'd give you a giant hug but the doctors will take us back to our rooms. They told me you were coming back. I thought they were lying" I started shaking. I was overwhelmed and confused.

    "Who told you? You knew I was coming here!?" He looked at me blankly but it didn't last long. He soon started shaking and slamming his skeleton hands on his head repeatedly. The doctors scrambled over and restrained him.

    "SIE SOLLEN NICHT ZUSAMMEN SEIN" (Translation- They're not supposed to be together) One of them screamed. And like that, we were both dragged away into our cells and I was left to cry once more. I was confused and overwhelmed. My anxiety got the best of me, as I collapsed in the corner of my cell. I threw up again and again until my throat was screaming. I eventually got myself together and sat in opposite corner and rocked myself back and forth. I wanted to go home to the warmth of my bed and my girlfriends arms around me. I wanted her to tell me everything would be ok and that I wasn't going crazy...
My night was treacherous. The screams never stopped. They gave me meds that would make the room spin. Nightmare after nightmare. All I wanted was silence and answers.
As I awoke my eyes, the stench of last nights throw up hit my nose and I was reminded of the hell I was in. Another day I was left to fight.

AN- Short chapter but I hope you enjoy. I have a lot of ideas for this story. It'll get even better. I promise.