The white shirt and white pants made of loose cotton are the typical patient outfit. They whisper insanity. Being white they scream pure. Though all I hear is crazy, insane, wacko. When I stand in a group of patients each person has a face, but all I see is a sea of white; the foam that sits on the top of a calm ocean. We are all crazy not a single sane one in the whole place. Worst part about all of this is that I am the most sane here and I can't even stand a guy brushing against my arm, minus one guy.
I look around my room. It’s white. Everything in this stupid place is white! Why is everything so white? I hate this place. How am I ever going to get out of here? They say a month , but I hear a lifetime. They say healing and I feel like I am falling apart. They talk about me being scared , but I am terrified. They say that this is a hospital , but I feel like I’m in a prison. I need to be free , but being fenced in, it isn’t being free it’s being destroyed, slowly.
I am been in here too long. I have managed to make a list of everything I miss, everything that I am going to do the day I get out of here.
My List of Things
Dance in the rain Go to Poppa Al’s Kiss Alec
Laugh Smile Hug
Go out Be free Dance
Be with Abigail Eat McD’s fries Go to a movie
Sing Write Drive
Walk in the rain Wear jeans Color
Wear anything but white Have my phone back
I add more each day and I want to do everything on this list the first day I get out this place. I guess I will have to have Alec help me, and Abigail and Taylor. It will be a full day of trying to do everything that I miss. It may be just a month I will be stuck in this place no man should ever be sent to, but a month is thirty days too long. I hate this place, the way it smells clean twenty four, seven. Perfectly white and clean and yet I feel completely disgusted. The world inside this hospital is still no matter how fast I run through the hall, it is not going to move any faster. I feel like I have to run as fast as a cheetah to make this place seem like it is moving an inch an hour. I cannot run as fast as a cheetah and the world stays still. Yeah I can’t make it move anymore than I can dig my way out of here; oh well, I’ll deal.
Amber walks into our room and looks at me. She rolls her eyes and then tries to hide it. “So who is this Alec guy?”
My mouth drops, “What d-what are you talking about?”
“You whisper his name when you slept last night, you said another name, but I couldn’t catch it. So who is he?”
I remain silent and weigh my options. I could either tell her or I could make up something.
“I see that you are contemplating whether or not you’re going to tell me or lie.” My mouth drops again. “Yeah I can read people really well, you learn to do it pretty easily when you’ve been stuck in a mental hospital for the last two years. You might as well just tell me the truth, I read lies like you read letters. Easily without flinching.”
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Stephen and Sharpies ~ Watty Awards 2012
RomanceStephen and Sharpies: This is the story of Stephen, the girl who falls in the background at a small school and Alec, the nerd gone jock. Their lives are intertwined in a way neither of them knows until Stephen goes missing and the only thing she lea...
