Looking Past Death

Chapter Six

                     Chapter Six

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          The male nurse kept his promise of taking me to my recreational hour. I truly didn't expect him too, so it was a  nice feeling I got when he did show up.  When the nurse wheeled me down to the recreation hall he wheeled me into the room, unstrapped me, and left, claiming that he had paper work to do. I didn't know that nurses had paper work to do. You learn something new every day.

          I'm currently sitting in a chair in the back corner of the room at a small, round table. I have a piece of paper laying in front of me, but I don't know what to draw. They only have crayons, which sit in a small purple cup in the middle of the table. Crayons are hard to work with, so I don't know if I will be able to do much with it.

          I wish that my Mom was here. I never get to see her because they don't permit visits. Probably because they don't want the police to find out about the cruel treatment. I wish she was here.

          I see a girl across the room, just looking at me, curiosity in her eyes. Her hair is frazzled and her gound is stain covered, obviously old and unwashed. She is disgustingly thin and frail. Her eyes are wide and unseeing, but with a curiosity to them.

          After a few moments I look away from her intense stare. My eyes fall down to the paper in front of me. I grab a crayon out of the bin. I look back up at her to see if she is still staring at me. She still is, only this time she has a frown on her face. I look back down at the paper and begin to draw. I make the outline of her face and the fuzziness of her hair. She is difficult to draw, but I manage to somehow do it in crayon.

          After i finish my drawing I sit there and stare at it for a while. She looks sad in the drawing. I sat there for a while until my hour was up. The male nurse that's filling in for Dr. Anderson came to get me.  He grabs my by my arm and hulls me out of my chair. He drags me out of the room, right past the girl that was staring at me before. The nurse shoves me into the wheel chair, but there is a gentleness to his touch. He straps me in before walking to the other side of the chair. Griping the handles he sets off.

          The nurse wheels me down the winding hallway. We pass through the area containing the cells. That's where they keep the criminals that are sent to the asylum. Its in a separate building. This building holds the rec. center. Most of the criminals spend their rec. hour wandering the cell halls. They get a lot more freedom than we do.

          We make our way outside. There is a large field which is surrounded by a tall chain fence topped with  barbwire. I'm still looking at the fence as we enter the building. As we round the corner of the room the nurse suddenly says, " My name is Victor."

           Its short and sweet. I've had other nurses take care of me before, but they never told me their name. According to them I didn't need to know. So when he told me his name it came as a surprise to me.   I tilted my head back and looked up at him. He soon noticed my staring and looked down at me. something flashed over his eyes before quickly disappearing. A frown overtakes his featured.

           " Stop staring or Ill hit you, girl." He growlers out. I snap my head back facing forward and stare ahead.  

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