I lived a life with little love, a book of goodbyes and lungs full of smoke. I'm not crazy, I had told them that when they put me here...but no one ever believes a girl who tried to kill herself.
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Samson's institute of mental health was a psych ward my parents, Linda and Jacob Samson were particularly proud of. I imagine if I was normal, and easily manipulated I would pat them on the back saying "good job mother, good job father", but as it be I am not normal, nor am I easily manipulated. I guess that's why they checked me in here, because their precious Casey Samson was stuck somewhere in the back of her mind. It would be a grand day when they realized that their 'perfect' Casey never existed but for now they would stick to their own little bubble, like trapped rats in a cage. I turn to my roommate of six months now, grimacing as she twitched in her sleep "God, give me solitary", she was crazy always asking me if I want candy then holding out her empty hand, or asking me for a map so she could look through the garden. I remember when I first got here, I asked her what garden and she had a look on her face that said no one cared enough to ask that question, before replying steely "Eden". Rest assured I never asked what candy she wanted to give me, I was to frightened of the answer, the bells rang over and over and we all looked out of our windows, like we did every time someone came back 'home'. It was Clarissa this time, her perfect, blond hair flew in the wind, as she smiled at us from down below, she had been gone for about a month and I couldn't fathom why she hasn't left the state or hell maybe even the country. The guards on both her sides pushed her roughly along, and she scowled at them "bastards" she shouted kicking them "Clarissa" I heard a male voice shout and I turned to see Christopher her twin "That's why she never leaves" I hear Gloria, a nurse that works here say behind me.
"Psh if he didn't want to go, then good riddance"
"I know that's right, but you know that girl..."
Gloria did the crazy motion with her hands and head before taking my wrist and checking it, nodding her head "okay open up" I take the pills she hands to me popping them back and opening my mouth up to show her under my tongue and in my teeth cracks "Tammy" Gloria says waking the girl up "Aaagh" she says shaking "open your mouth" she says gently and Tamatha does what she's told swallowing her pills "candy" she said and I eye her up and down wondering if she had really swallowed those pills, or if she had been offering them to me for the past six months.
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"So then he tried to touch me, and you know what I did" Clarissa was telling one of her wild stories again, and like always the crazies were eating it up with a spoon "I kneed him right on the crotch, almost got beat up for it by a bunch of wannabe biker thugs, but I handled that too". One of the Avid listeners asked "how" and the girl launched into yet another adventure with twelve McDonald's places, a camel, and Tracy Morgan. "You have to be crazy to believe any of the crap she's spouting" Nicholas Tumbro says to me twitching once and I just glare at him.
"Hey you cool"
Glare
"Catatonic case huh?"
"Nope"
"Oh"
Glare
I think he finally got the gist after I just stared at him for two more minutes...yeah. Nicholas didn't take well to social queues "Tammy" I hear Gloria shout and a wide awake Tammy runs into the dining hall searching for someone.
She obviously finds who she's looking for because she starts running towards me and as I move out of her way she grabs my hands looking up at me with eyes I never realized were so green before "Eden...death has marked you, Eve don't do it, it's a tragedy, it's a tragic love story". I look at her, genuinely interested, nodding at Gloria I lean down with Tammy following my lead until we're both sitting on the floor "have you been taking your 'candy'" she grimaced "no...no please no more everything is grey, and I can't, I-I cant stop" I look at her worriedly "what-you can't stop what".
She didn't want to remember I could tell "I can't stop seeing him", I lean into her, hugging her close to my kneeling body "who" I ask and she shudders quietly "death, I can't stop seeing death, he wants you". This people is why I don't ask questions, and why you don't take candy from strangers, even strangers with a thousand medical degrees, and a contract to keep you safe, Because they never really will, no one ever does.
