I always had a thing for helping people. No matter who the person was, if they were in any type of pain, I felt an eager urge to help them because it was like I could feel their pain. It was also something about just easing someone's pain and struggle just for a moment that brings a smile to my face. My mother would always tell me to become a nurse, or pick a career in the medical field. Maybe that's why I applied for an internship at the Eichen House. It's not exactly what I had in mind but it was the closest thing I could find in Beacon Hills that a position opening. I was assigned as group therapist. I held group session for the patients to talk about how they were feeling.
The Eichen House is definitely not your ideal tourist attraction. From the outside, the place looked big, but it gave off an eerie vibe. Something you would see in old horror movies. Not to mention that the place was surrounded by trees, trees, and oh more trees.
The inside looked somewhat better than the outside, if that's possible.
I honestly don't remember how I even found this place.
The tatics and methods of the staff here are beyond barbaric and strange. They are so unnecessary and I don't see how they are supposed to help our patients get better. But I know I am in no place to say anything because it will just be rejected and possibly consequences. Sometimes, I feel like the staff are the insane ones instead of the patients we receive.
We barely get any patients, so I'm slightly surprised that the place is still in tact and still open for business. Maybe people sense the vibe it gives off and decide it's best to just turn around and leave. Shoot, I wouldn't want to be a patient here either.
The main lobby room was empty as I walked behind the desk, and bent down to grab my things. I placed my side bag on the chair for moment as I slid my jacket over my shoulders. I slung the bag over my shoulder and adjusted the strap across my chest. I opened the flap and grabbed my car keys. The set of keys rested in my palm as I walked around the desk again.
"I'm leaving now!" I shouted, my voice echoing against the barren walls. It didn't affect me because this 'house' has a history of being known as the "Echo House".
Receiving no response, I rolled my eyes. I began walking to the main glass doors. I pulled open the door with a little struggle due to their condition.
Stepping outside, I felt a breeze rush through the air, causing me to shiver. I skipped down the steps, one by one, humming the tune to Foxes 'Let Go For Tonight'. It was currently my favorite song at the moment. It's not a song you would hear on the radio, and I liked that.
I walked silently down the pathway towards the big gate, that allowed a person to enter or exit. The gravel crunched against the bottom of my shoes with each step I took. I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. I tilted my head up to look at the sky. It was a beautiful night out. The moon was out, the sky was clear, and no noise to destroy the stillness of it.
Approaching the gate, I took out one of my hands and pressed the button that opens the gates. The gate creaked its way open, causing me to cringe. I will never get used to that. I would rather climb over the gate myself rather than to hear that screeching noise.
After the gate opened, I passed through it and heard it shut behind me with the same screeching sound. My car was parked on the street because it was easier for me. Plus, I also like to walk and get some fresh air from being cooped up in that crazy house for hours upon hours each day.
Seeing my 2008 Honda Pilot come into view, I unlocked it from a distance. I scooted in between cars to reach the street and driver's side.
Once I reached my car, I grabbed a hold of the door handle and pulled it open. I sat down in the seat, and took off my bag and threw it in the empty passenger's seat. I laid my head against the steering wheel with my hands holding a part of the wheel on either side of my head. I was beyond tired, the fatigue just hitting me now.
