Video Diary

Chapter 1: Fighting It

It's been fourteen days since I was sent to this hellish place, an asylum is what most people call it.

"I'm not crazy."

I would state everyday, telling them, trying to get it through their thick fucking skulls that I was not insane.

They tried to convince me I was though, the doctors, the nurses. They all said I had this special type of virus, one that made me feel and think more. .creatively than most people should.

I was suicidal, yes, but that didn't mean I was 'creative'.

Just as I was about to take video from the camcorder that they had given me, so I'd have something to do as the days passed, the nurse walked in with my pills.

"How ya doing today Mi?" She was blonde, pretty, about mid-twenties. Her name tag read 'Perri' on it, informing people who she was.
She tried to always be kind to me, to make me feel somewhat at home.

I just mumbled 'I'm fine', like I always did. Same routine everyday, that's what it's always like here.

I took my pills off the tray followed by the tall water glass, I took the three pills one by one and drank the water down. Letting the cool liquid soothe my throat.

Perri had sighed then took the tray back then headed out of the room, shutting the door, but not before letting me know that I had physical therapy today.

I nodded slightly then went over to the small white desk that almost seemed to be nailed into the floor. I opened one of the drawers, taking out a small black camcorder. I pressed the small power button, opening up the side screen.

I hit 'record' and i started filming.

"Day fourteen in cookotown, everything's been the same. Same routine, same conversations, same food. Same everything." I began.

"Anyhow, the doctors say that it seems I'm getting worse. Even though I feel completely fine."

Lies. All of it. Lies.

I felt horrible, I looked horrible, and everything about me was horrible.

"I just know they'll let me out as soon as they realize I'm not fucking insane in the membrane~" I giggled slightly as I sang the small lyric from an old song nobody probably would know, considering it was the twentieth century and that song was from back in the day.

I heard a knock at the door, one of the male nurses came in to let me know that physical therapy was starting, basically telling me that I needed to turn off the camera and go socialize.

I nodded slightly as they left the room, the door slightly cracked so I could get out.

"End of day fourteen video diary."

With that said, I closed the camera, and hit the power button. I opened the drawer once more and carefully placed the camcorder back in it. I slowly closed the drawer back and got up from the cold metal chair, turning on my heel and walking to the slightly cracked door.
"Are you alright Mitoko?" The male nurse named Max, asked a bit concerned. My skin was white, I hadn't slept in days, hadn't eaten, and have had suicidal thoughts all week. But I just nodded and mumbled, 'I'm fine.' as I walked into the physical therapy room filled with multiple people.

'Oh what fun. .' I thought as I sat next to the same people as I did the first day I had arrived.