Dont call me crazy

As I walk through the hallway I keep to the dead centre. You have to be careful and avoid the talkies sat on the ground up against the wall.

For those of you who don't know what 'talkies' are they are the extreme schizophrenics.

'Talkies' because they talk to themselves.

Its weird I know but you get used to it I suppose. Being schizo myself I get it but it's still kinda weird.

My room is usually in a girls ward but recently an inmate set the place on fire. I have to admit waking up at three in the morning to the sound of screaming and the alarm wasn't the best start to a day I've ever had. That girl in her madness managed to burn most of my stuff but my crap wasn't the worst of her worries as she was being escorted to the acute ward.

A ward where you can't leave your room, have any belongings or see anyone.

Sucks to be her I guess.

The plus side to this was that we are now in the boys ward AND my room was now opposite Ollie's.

My room is small but what do you expect from a low budget, government funded project.

I prefer this room to my one at home. It's consist of a bed, wardrobe, desk and bedside table which meant that I literally moved all of my belongings from home to here, excluding the stuff that got burnt.

You can't paint your room but you can decorate it. So i went with a dark purple theme.

It's one nicer than the one at home and feels more like me.

Ollie likes it. He told me when I first moved in and we did our room checks.

I sat out side on my chair while Jen our matron searched for contraband.

He walked passed and gave me a cute half smile.

"Cute room"

"Aha thanks"

He kept on walking.

This is what my relationship with Ollie consist of, short and random compliments.

N/A I know this was a short one sorry love you guys xx