Some Days

Nestled into the corner was the brown leather chair that no one touched. Maybe it was because it was so far away from everyone else, or that it was by the window, meaning in the winter it was freezing, and during the summer it was burning. Either way, it was Harry's seat. Everyone knew that. Even the patients who heard voices knew it was Harry's. People steered clear of him not because he was violent,or cruel, but for the complete opposite. Harry liked to be left alone. He didn't talk, all he would do would occasionaly draw, or read or hum. Other than that, none of the patients knew what his voice sounded like,or what had caused him to end up here. If it wasn't for the bandages that were constantly wrapped around his wrist, no one would have any hint as to why he was here. Humming,Harry opened the door out of his room and grabbed the book that was on the floor by the door. He always always woke up an hour before breakfast to be able to read. No one was up than, except for Annie, who didnt bother him. Annie was a fellow patient there, who constantly paced back and forth all day, muttering to herself. Harry didn't take his eyes off the floor as he dragged his feet to the chair. The nurses,dressed in the tradditional white, all walked slowly around,setting up for the upcoming breakfast,and he smelt something burning,and knew that breakfast would be soon. He plopped onto the chair with ease,and flipped open the book to where he tagged it last, immediatly drawn back into the story,finally away from the place.Harry had been reading for an hour now, not paying attention to the loud noises being set up from everywhere. Then he heard a door slam. "If you'll just turn right here,we can get you signed in and get you comfortable." His head snapped up. Someone new? He craned his neck to see,but couldn't see over the two burly guys standng infront of the new person. He bit his lip and weighed his options. Stay here,where he always sat,or do something different. He chose the later option and quietly set his book down,walking quietly to the station set up in the corner of the room. "Here we are,Ms.Johnson." Ms.Anderson wore a smile as she held the file above her head as if it was the holy grail. Harry couldn't resist a quick eye roll before he glanced over at the girl. She had clearly been crying,because her eyes were puffy and she kept sniffling,using the back of her hand to wipe her nose. "If you'll sign here--" Ms.Anderson began the speech she said to every new person. Harry rolled his eyes again,propping his elbow onto the counter,not looking and accidently knocking down the little holder of pens and pencils. All the workers whipped their heads around,while Harry dropped to his knees,quickly trying to pick up his mess.

"You're worthless!" He screamed at Harry,as he had accidently knocked over the small bowl of candy on the table. Harry fell to his knees quickly,trying to pick up the mess before they got angrier. His hands shook as he tried to complete the task. Not fast enough though. A swift kick in his side had him falling over,quickly into the fetal position,his eyes squinted shut to keep from crying at the pain radiacting in his stomach. "Piece of shit! You can't do anything right!" Harry shook his head,trying to get rid of the memories. They're gone. He told himself. It won't happen again. He was safe. He quickly had the pens returned in the case,and set them back right where it was. "Ah,Mr.Styles." Ms.Anderson smiled, "Curious enough to leave his throne." Harry kept his eyes on the floor to keep from glaring at her. Ms.Anderon was the only one who gave him any problems,always talking down to him and calling his seat the throne. It annoyed him to no end. "Well,Ms.Johnson," She countinued,and her head snapped up,"You should feel very special." She laughed at her own joke. "Now,Harry,why don't you show her where her room is. Room 2b. You know where that is,right?" His face burned and he nodded to the floor, tyring to restrain himself from hurting her. "Very well. Ms.Johnson,if you have any questions,find one of us." And with that,the nurses on staff went back to setting up. She picked up her only luggage,a small brown backpack with various holes in it,and flung it on her shoulder,hopping her fingers onto it as if for protection. Harry didn't say anything but instead lead the way. If it wasn't for the sound of her dragging her feet,Harry wouldn't even know she was there. The walk to 2b was quick, and he stood to the side of the door,pointing in,indicating it was hers. "Thanks." She whispered,peeking her head in first. Harry tapped her on the shoulder,and she jumped before turning around. He pointed down the hall,and pointed to a room on the left,second to last door,and pointed back to himself. She nodded again,looking as if she wanted to smile,but it quickly turned into a grimace. She nodded once more before walking in and slowly.

More than anything,Harry thought as he made his way back to his seat, was that he wanted to be able to talk to this girl. He knew that was easier said than done. And what if she wasn't a huge talking fan either. He groaned quietly as he plopped back down in his seat and picked his book up. But he couldn't concentrate. All he atleast wanted to know was her name or something to go by maybe--"Breakfast!" Ms.Anderon's shrill voice rang through the hallway. Other nurses went door to door,opening them and repeating the message. Within five minutes everyone was out of their room and linning up by the front desk again. Morning pills. Before breakfast. It was any everyday routinue here,as normal as normal could get in a psych ward. He stood up and stretched,taking the oppurtinuty to look for the girl. The ward,for the first few days,supplied you with the mandatory clothing--white shirts and gray pants,and an old lady gray cardigan. He noticed her walking out uncomfortably with it,fidgiting with the sleeves,before glancing at all the people,and tightning the sweater around her torso. Her face became red and she dragged her feet to one of the table set up. Harry took this oppurtinuty to finally see her again. He tapped her on her shoulder and she jumped again,putting her hand over her heart,before sighing. Harry,using his thumb and pointer finger,met at the thumb,before slowly bring his fingers to his lips. Pills. He tried to say to her. He wished he could simply just say to her,"What's your name?" Or "Take your pills." But it wasn't that easy. It was never that easy. "Oh no,Ms.Carolina," Ms.Anderson called from the front station,"Every morning,first thing is pills.Get in line with Mr.Styles." Carolina. Harry smiled,knowing at least one thing about her now. Her face red, she filled in line behind Harry,who was nervously bitting his nails,a bad habbit he had formed during his stay here. The line went slowly, since they had to take the right pills to different people, and making sure they took. Harry went first,expertly taking his with ease,and Carolina went next,following Harry’s suit,although you could tell she was hesitatnt about them having to check to make sure they had them. “Mr.Styles,” Ms.Anderon’s voice broke through Harry’s thoughts again. His head snapped up, “Why don’t you and Carolina sit together?” The smile on her face clearly showed how she was enjoying this. Harry sighed as he rolled his eyes. Even in a psych ward he was miserable.