Mental

33 | e s c a p i n g

"Everybody is crazy but some people tend to show it more than others."

― Cindy Zayas

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"Let me out!" I cry, throwing my body against the door. My fists bang on the white paint as I continue to scream. The room feels smaller and I focus on my breathing. It's hot and I want to get out of this room. I pull my tank top over my head and my body feels a little cooler. I bang on the door again, "Let me out of here!"

Silence.

I shake my head and pull at the doorknob. My feet are placed on the bottom of the door and I pull with all of my might. Sweat drips from my forehead and I don't bother to wipe it off. I let go of the door and stare at it. My hands fall to my sides and I begin to tap my foot.

"1...2...3...4..."

No one opens the door.

"1...2...3...4..."

No one acknowledges me.

"1...2...3...4..."

I scream again and throw myself against the door. "Let me out of this damn room!"

The door opens and I push whoever it is out of the way. I make a run for it and hurry down the hall. Making a left turn, I bump into someone and fall back onto the floor. A man stands in front of me and he places his hands on his hips. My eyes widen and I begin to back away from him. He takes a few steps in my direction before I start screaming. He sighs, "The screaming isn't necessary. We both know you have to go back to your room. Screaming is only going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me."

"No!" I argue. "I won't go back in there!"

"Get up," he demands. "I will not fight a patient."

"Then don't touch me!" I yell and rise to my feet. I turn around and begin to run. The bottom of my feet sting as I attempt to run faster. I know the man's chasing me. All I want to do is get out of here. Is that too much to ask? Arms wrap around me and I let out a deranged scream. The man picks me up and I jerk my body around, trying to get out of his grip. "Let me go!"

"You're going back to your room," he murmurs.

"No!" I beg. "Please!"

"Need help, Sam?" another man turns the corner.

"Yeah," the man that's holding me replies. "Grab her feet, Julian. Be careful, though. She's a kicker."

"Don't touch me!" I shake my head. "Don't you dare lay a finger on me!" 

Julian grabs my feet and I try kicking him. He has a tight grip on me and it takes everything in me to try and kick him away from me.

"What's her room number?"

"B35," Sam replies as they carry me down the hall. I continue to scream and jerk my body around. Sam almost lets me go and I wish he would've let me go. I open my mouth wider and scream even louder this time. Julian lets go of my feet to cover his ears with his hands. "What the hell, man? Grab her!" I take this opportunity to kick Julian and he staggers back. Sam wraps his arms around my stomach and Julian wraps his arms around my knees.

"Let me go!" I continue to yell. "I'm not ill!"

"Sure you aren't," Julian mutters, spitting blood out of his mouth.

"This has to be some kind of misunderstanding!" I'm crying now. "I was at the wrong place at the wrong time! None of this is my fault! It's Harry's fault!"