The Story Of Damian Galloway {On Hold}

Chapter 1 - School and Its Prison-like Enviroment

It was a mid-summer morning, and the heat felt like a thick blanket covering your skin. Wrapping you tightly- almost strangling you and making you weak, and gasping for air. As I drove to the University Of Gotham, I occasionally wiped sweat from my forehead. It seemed impossible to stay awake when I only had three hours of sleep.

As I arrived at the university, I unlocked my seatbelt and got out of the car grabbing my small purse. I was always excited to learn new things here. Psychiatry is my heart and passion, there's nothing else I ever wanted to do other than help people with mental disabilities. I've only been attending this University for five years, I need about four more years to go and I'll be a certified Psychiatrist.

I walked up to the large white building, with doors and many windows. I walked inside the big building and ran inside the elevator. I was running five minutes late for my class, so I slammed my fingers on the elevator button continuously until the doors finally shut. It started to move slowly, occasionally making the elevator screech upon the walls. I was hoping that my teacher, Professor Crane, would forgive me for being late. He's normally the forgiving type, however he takes no excuses. He was my favorite Psychology teacher, he was always very helpful and understanding. The other teachers always seemed too strict and irritable with our company.

The elevator doors opened, and I ran out before I even gave it a chance to open halfway. "Excuse me!" I yelled, pushing through the crowd of people that awaited to go inside the elevator. I ran further into the narrow hallways and stopped at a door, pushing it open and walking inside embarrassingly. I was never late for a single class in this University. "Good morning, Harleen." Crane said, a bit sarcastically. I smiled and waved at him, "Good morning, Professor Crane.". I sat down at my desk and set my purse next to my chair, anxiously.

"Turn to pages one-hundred forty three in your Psychology book, and we'll begin." Professor Crane said, pacing back and forth in front of us. My desk was in the very front of the room, so I could see clearly as he wrote the page numbers on the chalk board. I quickly grabbed my book, placing it on my desk. It was in perfect condition and hardly had a scratch on it. I've paid good money for this university, and they said if we treat our books poorly, we would have to pay for it. That was the last thing I wanted, I was pretty much already living off of Ramen Noodles and Coffee.

I turned the pages quickly until I reached page one-hundred forty three. I started to read the first paragraph;

Schizophrenic disorder

Severe form of psychopathology characterized by the breakdown of unified personality functioning, withdrawal from reality, emotional distortions, and disturbed thought processes.

I took a moment to think about it- think about how it effects a human being. I always thought sadly when I heard "Schizophrenia". From what I've heard, patients with Schizophrenia often go through harsh hallucinations, and many other tough effects. It makes them miserable, especially when everyone treats them like their crazy.

It seemed as if this class just repeats over and over again. I've read this whole book about five times, which made these pages stick to the walls of my brain. It was like torture going through the same books, constantly. It honestly was boring at times, and it was very hard to stay awake during class. I yawned, as I read these slow, never-ending pages. It felt like a prison in this room. This was the only room that had one window in it, while the others had at least five. I lifted my head to gaze upon the room. There was posters of the human brain, and a plain desk sitting far in front of me. The desk was messy with pencils, papers, and staplers. Professor Crane seemed to have the messiest desk in the whole room. I looked up at him, he was sitting there watching the class and rose a brow when he saw me. I flinched and nervously went back to reading.

I sighed quietly and looked at my watch, it has already been thirty minutes. I wished that time could go faster so I could get home and take a nice long nap. But until then, I'll just hope that this day goes a lot quicker.