Insane

Chapter 2

Ella's POV

I walked down the corridor of the mental health ward in the hospital, with my mum on my left and dad on my right.

The atmosphere was thick and you could tell that we were all tense. To be fair, we were just about to find out what exactly I had.

We got to the desk where my parents checked me in before following me down to the waiting area. As soon as I sat down I got out my phone and put some headphones in.

Just as I did, a kid who only looked about 3 ran passed me. He was adorable really, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. I decided to watch him while he started to play with some big Lego bricks that the hospital provided for the patients. He had my full attention, as I stared at him in awe. I was about to stop staring, otherwise people would think I'm a bit creepy, when he picked up one of the bricks and gazed across the room. I realised his intentions just in time.

"No!" I quickly screamed, a sudden reaction to what he was about to do. What I didn't realise was just how loud my voice was while I had my earphones in, shocking myself as it was a lot louder than I intended.

I got a few weird glances but it was too late anyway. I watched as the big blue brick flew thorough the air and hit an old man on the shoulder. He looked extremely displeased.

By this time, almost everyone in the waiting room was staring at me. I turned around, about to explain and apologise to everyone about what actually happened, but all too soon I realised something. The little mischievous blonde boy had disappeared.

I turned back to my mum, about to explain what actually happened but when I saw her facial expression I stopped. She had her head down, glancing at the floor with a look of disappointment and maybe embarrassment on her face. I was about to try and settle everything, explaining what had actually happened when a lady in a blue nurses uniform walked up to us. She was quite pretty, with a reasonably tall figure and chocolate brown hair up in a neat bun.

"Are you Ella Wood?" The lady asked in a kind yet demanding voice. I nodded up just before standing up, about to follow her.

"Erm, I'm sorry but can I quickly talk to just your parents, I won't be long?" She asked. I sighed but nodded my head again before sitting back down in my seat in the waiting room.

She kept her promise as it was barely two minutes before she came back and told me to follow her into one of the many rooms in the mental ward.

Once I got inside, I saw my parents already sitting down on chairs. I sat down on the chair in-between them, so that I was facing the nurse.

"So I was just explaining to your parents the full extent of your.. problem," she spoke, as if she was unsure of what words to use."And well, I guess it's time to tell you that from all the results in the tests that we've done, we've concluded.. that your schizophrenic."

And that's when I just froze momentarily. That was the one thing I was hoping not to hear. I didn't particularly want to know that I had some sort of problem in my head that made me see people that didn't exist. I think I'd known it for a long time, but I'd never had to admit it until now.

Wow that sucked.

"Ella, are you alright?" My dad's caring voice suddenly shook me out of my deep thought. I had completely forgot that they were still here.

"Er, what? Oh yeah sorry. I was just letting it all sink in." I replied, half muttering that last sentence.

"Okay, well it was nice meeting you Ella, and I'm sorry for the news. I just thought I'd let you know that it's not all as bad as it seems and you will be alright okay?" Spoke the nurse.

I just merely nodded. Who did she think she was, telling me it's not as bad as it seams, having schizophrenia? I could help wandering how she would feel like if she was the one who was just told she saw people who didn't exist?

My parents and I swiftly exited the room, not before my parents being polite and thanking the 'kind' nurse.

We was heading our way to the front desk to sign out when I saw the little boy who caused all the trouble earlier. I was just about speak up and tell my parents about him when I realised something.

Damn, I thought to myself. How could I have not seen this coming? He wasn't real. It was my stupid schizophrenia playing tricks on me.

As we were exiting the hospital my mum turned her head to me and whispered, "I'm so sorry." I didn't even have to ask what she was on about, because I already knew. She was sorry that I had schizophrenia, she was sorry that I was insane.

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It was late that night when I was lying in bed, the only thing occupying me being my deep thoughts, when I realised something.

If that little boy wasn't real, who through the brick?