Video Diary

Chapter 2: Room 210

I remained seated as the others got up and did the activities they were assigned, like walk about with a partner, walk on a treadmill, play cards.

Not me though, I remained form and still in the slightly uncomfortable chair, I didn't want to be here, nor did I need to be here.

I watched and listened to everyone's conversations as well as their actions.

Some of the other patients came up to me and tried to make conversations, but I remained quite, not wanting to make connections with anyone.

I felt sort of bad, but hey. I didn't want anyone to be hurt by me so,
it was for the best.

It was about another ten minutes before therapy ended, which was a relief for me. I couldn't stand being around people for a long period of time, it was like burning in hell.

After everyone was sent back to their assigned rooms, I got up from the metal folding chair and began walking to the piano.

I only played it when nobody was around, which seemed rather odd to most people, but for me. It was come felt completely natural.

I took in a deep breathe as I placed my fingers on the correct keys, the cool white keys gave me slight chills since the piano was rarely touched. Other than at night anyhow.

I smiled softly as I began playing 'Fur Elise' by Beethoven, a song I learned when the third day I had come here. Up until then, I couldn't play piano, but it felt nice to be able to have something you like to do in this place of loneliness and pity.

Pity, that's probably what everybody hears now. Especially my mother and father, I could just imagine what they heard after the breakdown.

'Im so sorry for you.' Or 'Poor thing, I didn't know that she was insane.'

All I ever get are small soft smiles and small greetings like 'Hello Mitoko.' or everyone's personal favorite, especially the doctors and nurses, 'How ya doing today Mi?'

When I played piano though, all of that seemed to wash away. Almost like I was completely free, almost like I was outside of the asylum.

Before I could finish the song, I heard a small voice say, "I'm sorry for interrupting Miss Tsukiyomi, but you have a letter from your parents."

That was a bit of a shock, a bit too shocking, that I accidentally knocked the stool over when I jumped up.

I hurried over and snatch the letter from the small woman, she was Indian. Her hair was black while her eyes were a dark chocolate brown. She was rather pretty.

I tore the letter from the envelope, I looked at the handwriting, it didn't belong to any of my family members, but I didn't say anything.

The letter read:

'Miss Tsukiyomi, it has come to our attention that you are more less being held at a mental estate, we have checked your records and marked you into our files. We'll explain more tomorrow when you arrive, we're sending someone to fetch you tomorrow around noon.
Goodbye for now,
Dr. M. R'

The lady looked at me strange as I sat the letter down and began laughing to myself, finally. I'd be able to leave this hell hole.