Locked // Hamilton // mental hospital

#2

So.. yea. Sorry if there's a lot of spelling mistakes.. I'm not used to typing on my phone. So yea.. enjoy!

{~THIRD PERSON POV:~}

Phillip woke up in the musky room, like usual. It had a bed, a desk and a rug on the floor. He was all by himself, lying on the bed, hugging his plushes. That's all he could hold onto.
"Good morning Phillip!" Said a nurse opening the door.
"When am I gonna leave?" He asked. He had been here for 7 months with no sign of leaving.
"We're not sure, but can you take your medication like a good boy?" Asked the nurse. Phillip shook his head, burying his head in his two toys.
"Phillip. You want me to force them down you?" Asked the nurse.
"D..don't hurt me" said Phillip, curling in a ball at the back of his bed.
"I'm not going to hurt you!" Said the woman, laughing.
"I don't wanna take them" said Phillip.
"I know-" said the woman. She snatched his plushies off him. What his father's had left behind. He had to keep them safe-
" NO! GIVE THEM BACK!" Screamed Phillip, but it was no use. The woman walked out and put them in a safe. He couldn't get to them. he couldnt get to what was left of his father's.
The woman came back in, a very mean look on her face now.
"Take your meds now?" She said, her eyes clinging red.
Phillip nodded, taking them.
"Can I have my stuffies back now?" He said, near tears.
"Phillip. Your too old for baby toys like that. You need to learn to push past them!" Said the nurse.
"But-" Phillip said, but the nurse had already left.
He had nothing on him. No knife. No nothing, so he scratched his arms and legs. Until they were bleeding, but he wanted this.
The nurse rushed in again.
"PHILLIP!" She screamed. The boy stopped.
"We're gonna have to get you a bath now" said the woman, tutting.
She brought Phillip along to be washed, and when he was done, he was brought along to the main room. Usually he would play with his stuffed toys, but he didn't have them.
"Go make some friends" said the nurse, pushing Phillip forward a bit.
"Aww.. little plushies boy is here" said another boy, laughing.
"I bet he lost them" said another.
"I..I" Phillip couldn't manage to speak. His eyes welled up with tears.
"SHUT UP YOU IDEOTS!" Screamed Phillip, punching a boy in the face.
"PHILLIP!" Screamed a nurse, breaking the two apart.
"That's it. Isolation for you" said the nurse, pulling Phillip by his wrist.
"I WANT MY STUFFIES! I WANT MY DADS!" He screamed, struggling under her grip, but he was no match for her, and she kept her grip tight no matter how much he was kicking and screaming.
He was thrown into a dark room. It had only a mattress on the floor.
"Until you learn to behave, your staying in here!" She said, and locked the door.
Click. Click. Click.
Yes, there was three locks. This was for extra security.

{~PHILLIP POV:~}

Why couldn't they understand! I wanted my plushies. I wanted my dad's so bad. Instead I was thrown into isolation. You literally are isolated.
"GET ME OUT! I WANT MY STUFFIES !" I cried, but it was no use. My throat was so soar off my screams, but I didn't have any water on me. Just this dark room.

A/N: So.. today I'm going to le shops and I usually stay in the car which gives me lots of writing time, so yea.. hopefully more chapters today.