She was frightened by the routine sound of a buzz and bright white lights. The beaming lights forced her tired eyes open. Swinging her heavy legs over and placing her feet on the cold ground, she heard the voice of a guard.
“Alright, get up! Wake up!” His voice sounded more piercing than usual.
As she stood frozen next to her little bed, the guard confidently entered her cell approaching slowly, standing face to face in silence, he inched closer. She didn’t move. She studied his badly shaven face, dark eyes staring into hers and chunks of his breakfast lodged in his front teeth. She shivered in disgust wanting him to leave, she didn’t understand why the guards had the need to prove their authority. A moment went by, then he finally left not …show more content…
After picking her already short fingernails until she was bleeding, there was a buzz and the unlocking of her door. Two guards entered.
“Patient 366 follow us”. She stood without hesitation.
“Where are we going”, she said confused as she walked towards the door. No answer. She walked in front of the guards, continuing to pick her fingernails. Looking in and out of other patient’s cells. Most were silent, but in some halls, there was screaming and faint cries. The guards stopped and walked into a small but modern office, she followed. She waited for a while until the door opened quickly and a tall, fat man walked in. He was wearing a black suit and he smelt of peppermint.
“So, Miss”, he paused, “Williams is it”, he said looking through his small spectacles onto a piece of paper. “How are you”, he said with a smile.
She looked at him muddled. “I don’t understand”, she said quietly. “What am I doing here? Why am I out of my cell?”, she said nervously.
“Don’t worry, I am your new psychiatrist”, he said warmly. “My name is Paul.” “So, how have you been?”
“Fine”, she said dismissively, looking down at her torn fingers.
“Any unhealthy or dangerous thoughts?” he said as he tilted his head down, attempting to make eye
“Alright, get up! Wake up!” His voice sounded more piercing than usual.
As she stood frozen next to her little bed, the guard confidently entered her cell approaching slowly, standing face to face in silence, he inched closer. She didn’t move. She studied his badly shaven face, dark eyes staring into hers and chunks of his breakfast lodged in his front teeth. She shivered in disgust wanting him to leave, she didn’t understand why the guards had the need to prove their authority. A moment went by, then he finally left not …show more content…
After picking her already short fingernails until she was bleeding, there was a buzz and the unlocking of her door. Two guards entered.
“Patient 366 follow us”. She stood without hesitation.
“Where are we going”, she said confused as she walked towards the door. No answer. She walked in front of the guards, continuing to pick her fingernails. Looking in and out of other patient’s cells. Most were silent, but in some halls, there was screaming and faint cries. The guards stopped and walked into a small but modern office, she followed. She waited for a while until the door opened quickly and a tall, fat man walked in. He was wearing a black suit and he smelt of peppermint.
“So, Miss”, he paused, “Williams is it”, he said looking through his small spectacles onto a piece of paper. “How are you”, he said with a smile.
She looked at him muddled. “I don’t understand”, she said quietly. “What am I doing here? Why am I out of my cell?”, she said nervously.
“Don’t worry, I am your new psychiatrist”, he said warmly. “My name is Paul.” “So, how have you been?”
“Fine”, she said dismissively, looking down at her torn fingers.
“Any unhealthy or dangerous thoughts?” he said as he tilted his head down, attempting to make eye