Draw my Eyes

A new beginning?

Waffles. I'm okay with waffles, I love how my mom cooks them, they're delicious.

It's almost 9:00AM, which means it's almost time to leave. I don't know what to expect. I've never trusted anyone, but I'm decided to unravel the mystery psychiatrists and clinics hide, what happens behind those walls.

"Clementine, get inside the car and wait for me there, we'll leave now.", my mom demanded.

I walk down to the front yard, full of beautiful pink roses planted by my grandma. I get inside the car and wait for my mother to come in too.

Finally, she comes and the car starts moving. I'm not nervous at all, I'm actually really curious of how this will work out for me.

After twenty minutes, we finally arrive to the mental hospital. Mom comes inside with me, talks with the receptionist, and she heads me to a place that will be "my room" apparently.

I wave my mom goodbye.

"Stay here, your therapist will come and take you somewhere else soon", the receptionist says

"This looks like prison", I say in my mind.

"My room" is not that bad though, there are two beds, does this mean I'm going to share this place with someone else? There is a big wardrobe, "I wonder if I can get to Narnia if I go inside of it", I ask to myself while staring at the wardrobe. The bathroom is pretty big, but boring, it doesn't makes me want to have a shower there.

I'm not comfortable at all in this place.

I don't understand what's going on.

Am I staying here today? Or for the rest of my life?

But I brought no clothes with me.

I hope I'm not spending the night here.

I thought therapy was only on Saturdays.

I hear steps in the distance.

Are they real? Or is my mind playing trick on me?

Or the psychiatrist is playing a trick on me, and waiting for my reaction?

I don't know what to believe, I don't know what is real and what isn't.

"Knocks..."

I stare at the door. I hear knocks, soft ones, but desperate.

I don't know what to do. Is it safe to trust in my senses?

I don't know, but I'll take the risk.

"Hellooooo", a blond, tall girl jumps into the room as I open the door.

"Uhm, hey", I smiled.

She's not my therapist, right?

"Come", she grabs me by the wrist

"Where?", I ask.

"To the end", she replies

"What?", I ask, confused.

She looks into my eyes.

"Not everything is what it looks like", she smiles at me.