Unhinged

3.

February 19, 2011

Collin Hazel, patient #669 

Age: 16 

Reasons Instituted: Deliberate Self harm (DSH), parasomnia, Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Major depressive disorder (MDD), Seasonal Affective disorder (SAD). 

Prognosis: Psychotic. 

 

"Collin, time to take your medicine." The young nurse called. Collin was the toughest patient to take care of, he was harmful, violent and always spit up his pills. They had suspected him to be bulimic but he was never diagnosed for he still ate his food and kept it down regularly. "Collin, come out honey." 

The boy slowly came out of his hiding, he normally kept the room as dark as possible and only stay in one corner. Collin crawled over to the nurse and eyed the plastic serving cup full of pills as if he were a bird eyeing a worm. He reached his hand out as if he might take the pills this time, eagerly the nurse handed them to him thinking he would not cause a fuss this time. She thought wrong. He knocked the cup out of her hands, spilling the pills out on the floor. "Collin!" the nurse scolded. "Now I have to get the head nurse, you know what she will do to you too." 

Collin shook his head, begging, pleading with his nurse. "Please, no!" he called. "Yes Collin, you have been bad and need a good punishment." she said, smiling sardonically. The head nurse of this particular floor was different from the head nurse that ran all the other floors. She was meant to give out unruly, gruesome punishments unlike the protocol for chastisement of the regular patients. However Collin was not a regular patient, this was not a regular asylum wing. This wing was not simply average like the floor of the deformed, or of the mentally ill. This was one for the patients that were not supposed to exist, the patients that were menaces to society. The killers, the psychotics, the real insane people that the public should not know exists. There were no files on these people, for if you are in this wing you won't see sunlight again. This is true for patient and nurse alike. Many nurses passed here, the others that tried to quit because they were afraid of the horror that was held in this underground wing were instituted to the same floor they feared. They knew to much. 

"Collin." The head nurse called out through the darkness of his room. "I heard you were being a bad patient." 

"No." He whimpered. Collin knew what the head nurse was capable of, and he knew he was disposable. His death would mean nothing and would be easily forgotten unlike the corrupt ways of this asylum. But the head nurse wasn't in the mood for her regular punishment, she had something different in mind this time. "Collin, Collin, what am I to do with you? I have punished you several times already in the few months you have been here. Still, you continue to misbehave. So I must ask, why? Do you wish for further chastisement? If so I am here, this is the time to speak up." The head nurse said. 

"No." Collin whimpered. "Please no." 

"You leave me no choice." The nurse said. "I am upping your dosage on pills until you can learn to behave, starting now." She said, handing him the pills in which he swallowed. "Now." The nurse laughed. "That should be enough to make you numb. It will start working in a moment." She whispered as he lay strapped on his bed. "No..." He whispered in a final attempt to stop her. But he now had now motor skills, the medicine was working. He could feel and see and hear but was paralyzed completely. The nurse crawled on top of him and began to take advantage of his numbed state. This had been the first time of many she would do this, Collin, unable to stop her while he was locked inside this cage they called a mental institution. 

2014, present day.

"Goodbye Maura, I'm sorry you cannot come with us to London. With all this mental institution business I don't think you would want to anyhow." 

"Thats fine dad." I replied. "I will have the house to myself." 

"Yourself and the babysitter, thats it." my mother said "No friends." 

"Yes mom, and also I have a question. Why do I need a babysitter?" 

"Because after that stunt you pulled, staying out after curfew with boys you can't be trusted." 

"Pftt." I huffed. 

"Come on kiss us goodbye before we leave." she said. 

I turned and kissed them goodbye as they exited the house. "Bye, have a nice trip." 

"Bye!"

I slammed the door, I leaned my back against it and slowly slid down. I closed my eyes and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. Relief washed over me, now if only the babysitter would not show up at all. Of course, in that moment the doorbell rings. Typical, I thought. Just my luck. 

I get up, open the door and come face to face with a very attractive man, he was wearing a long sleeved shirt, despite the hot weather, black skinny jeans and black boots. His face was framed in chocolate curls and his eyes were a strange piercing green, almost a yellow color. "Take a picture babe, it lasts longer." He said smirking, revealing a dimple.

 "Who are you?" I asked blushing. 

"Your sitter." He said, pushing me aside. "Are your parents still home?" 

"No." I said. "Why?" 

"Because I'm ready to get out of this hot shirt." 

He slid the long sleeve shirt off to reveal a plain white t-shirt, and tattoos, The boy had lots of tattoos, lots. They were placed randomly all up and down his arms as well as on his neck. "Wow, you have a lot of tattoos." I said. 

"Yeah I didn't want to make a bad first impression on your parents so I covered them up." He said. "Ever thought of getting one?" 

"Oh I already have one." I said rolling up my sleeve to let him look. It was a spot on my forearm, the place where the under part of your elbow meets your bicep. It said 'We're all mad here.' 

"I like it." He smiled. I some how felt happy at this simple statement, almost pleased that he liked it. It was almost as if I had wanted to please him. "Thanks." I said, blushing. 

"Do you want to step out of the foyer?" I asked. 

"Sure." 

"Here," I said. "I can give you a tour of the house."  We stepped into the kitchen and living room. "Here is our living room, theres the kitchen. I can make dinner later if you want." 

He nodded, before we stepped to go upstairs. "Here's the room I suppose you will be staying in, and here's my room right across from it." I said, "That's basically our whole house aside from the basement, my parent's room and a few bathrooms." 

"Cool." he muttered, stepping into my room. "Oh no your room is the one across from m-" 

"I know." He said, cutting me off. I was shocked when he continued to step inside. "Your room is really nice." He said looking around. I had never considered my room as nice. There were some sweet things, yes. Stars stuck on my ceiling, comfy blue duvet, laced throw pillows on a windowsill couch bathed in sun. However, there were also odd things in here, messily taped polaroid pictures on my blue walls, cluttered dresser tops, beaded curtains where an en-suit bathroom door should have been, and post-it notes everywhere. "How?" I asked, baffled. 

"Its... really sweet." He said, pausing to lay back on my bed. "How old are you?" He asked. 

"Seventeen. You?" 

"Nineteen." 

"What's your name? I don't think I ever caught it." I asked. 

"Collin." He said. "Collin Hazel."