Kidnapping Sophie

The fourth floor

Song: Gasoline by Halsey

Of course no one believes anything that I say...they never will. I seen the paperwork...I am officially crazy. I already knew I had schizophrenia however seeing it all over their papers in the dark black ink in bold just makes it sink in even more.

I have been here for four week and the nurses have been kind to me. I am getting the cast off today to see how my leg has healed up. Needless to say I will need to get physical therapy to help out all the muscles and gain more strength in my hip. They roll me down to therapy and I just want to be left alone...I don't feel like moving and working out every little muscle. I don't like them touching me. Why can't everyone just let me be?

However when I get down there the guy...nurse...therapist...whoever the hell he is...is on fine piece of specimen. Holy hell...I may just come to see him. "Good afternoon...I'm Wesley...I assume you are Sophie."

I nod; I can't seem to take my eyes off of him.

"Ok...well then...let's get started. How about let's work on standing in place for now and then I will have you take a few steps."

I can stand up...but I choose not to. I pretend that I need the extra help getting up just so that his hands are on me...at first he is helping me by letting me hold on to his arm and then his arm comes around my waist for extra support. He is so close that I get a whiff of his aftershave...I think I could stay like this.

But then I think of Kade...I don't know why but I feel like he is watching me. It's not like we ever dated. I would though...date Kade. But Amy and the other doctors and hell even the detectives they all say that I made him up. But if I did...how could I have feelings for him? How could we share the moments that we did. I push those thoughts away to focus on what is in front of me.

This rock solid male waiting for me to walk in his direction...waiting on me to come to him. I take baby steps and make my way down. He cheers and gives me a high five. In my mind he even pecks my check...but that is in my mind. Damn he is fine. My thoughts are interrupted by his phone going off.

Of course he has to look down to see who it is and he has this nice genuine smile that appears. He puts his phone back in his pocket and looks up at me. "Sorry about that...my fiancé, she is always sending me messages throughout the day...so now where were we?"

I roll my eyes and turn around to go back the other direction. Dammit he would be taken already...of course why in the hell would he even want a girl like me...I'm so messed up in the head...too crazy for a guy like that. I finish my therapy and the nurse comes back to help me back to my room.

Comes to find out, I am doing well enough to leave the next day. The only thing is I am not going to my apartment on campus...I'm not even going home with my mom. Emily and Ava were right...I end up in the crazy house...ok so that is what they all call it. The only people that go there are people who can't make it in society...because they can't function or lost their minds altogether. Those who tried to kill themselves and didn't succeed...like me. I am admitted to the fourth floor...the floor for the crazies...yep that's me.

The first floor is basically offices and such. The second floor is the cafeteria...common's area and classrooms. The third floor has those that have issues...like depression...addicts...those who need help and will get out of here in no time and then the fourth floor...the floor I am on...bat shit crazy people that end up here for the rest of their lives. I can say that because I am one of them...but don't dare anyone else say that.

I am lucky enough to have my own room...yep...sure am lucky. It's nice and white...padded walls. The bed is attached to the wall along with the mattress with a built in pillow...seriously. There is absolutely nothing and I mean nothing else in the room. Don't want you to hurt yourself...because that's what us crazy people are like. Always trying to find a way to kill ourselves.

I didn't mean to hurt myself...I didn't. The dark shadow over powered me...he is the one who shoved me off...forcing me to jump. But no one will ever believe that. I try to make myself go to sleep, however that is hard when you hear screams of others all through the night. Some of them sound terrified, lost and begging for help. I hear a nurse talk and then I assume they gave them a shot to help them fall back asleep. No sooner than I try to go to sleep...the sun is coming up.

I get to eat breakfast in my room...and lunch...and dinner...why because they don't have enough nurses to go around to help us eat. The nurse that came to my room was Molly. She was happy that she did not have to help feed me. If I was here two weeks ago, I'm sure she would have due to the meds I was on...but I can manage to feed myself now. Thank goodness.

It's lonely though in my new room. Lonely because it is just me and the room in so empty and white and boring...this is my new life for now. And people wonder why you go crazy. The pills help enough for the dark shadow to stay away...but Emily and Ava are back and they keep me company. I just have to remind myself when the nurses are close by, afraid that they will hear me talking to them. I have to force myself to get better if I am ever going to get out of here.

Molly comes in to get me. "Good morning Miss Sophie...how are you doing today? I come to take to therapy...Mrs. Cartwright is waiting for you."

I don't say anything. I stand up and walk beside her.

"Sure makes me happy to see you not getting upset...most don't like going to see Mrs. Cartwright. She is nice though...you will like her."She turns her head smacking her gum in my direction.

When we come to the door, she knocks lightly and the door opens up. There is a woman standing in the door way and she is medium size and with big brown eyes. Her hair is a lighter brown and she has a warm smile across her face. She holds her hand out to me. "Good morning...you must be Sophie. I'm Natalie Cartwright...please come in have a seat."

I walk in and my eyes roam the room. There is a wood desk with a nice cushion chair behind it. In front are two standard chairs...nothing spectacular. She has a laptop out and of course a note pad...what therapist doesn't. There are several pictures along the walls, including her diplomas...certificates of degrees and so forth. In the mix of those are family picture with her and her husband alone with three kids. Every freaking picture someone is smiling. There is also a shelf with games and different things to use to fidget with. To make it look warm and inviting she has several plants around the room.

"So...Sophie...how is your stay so far?"

I look at a picture on the wall and think what it would be like to transport myself there. I would rather be anywhere than here. I shrug my shoulders. "It's boring...I'm going to go crazy in that room. I don't know how others do it...I...I...just can't do this."

"You were admitted for Schizophrenia...Sophie...you tried to kill yourself. You know why you are here don't you."

I nod my head. "But I don't belong here. I'm better. I...I...stopped taking my meds and I know better I do...I don't know why I did it. But...I am taking a new medication and its working and I'm fine."

"Sophie...can we just see how it goes for a few weeks?"

"I...don't know if I want to."

"Well...I don't know if you have a choice in the matter for now. How about you work with me and I will see what we can do about your current situation." She jots down a few notes and looks up at me.

I can't help but roll my eyes back at her. I knew I should have never said anything in the hospital...people just don't get it...no one does.