Psycho
The door to my cell opens. A nurse comes in, holding a glass of water and three pills. Just the usual. I sit on the side of my bed as I wait for her to hand me the pills. I don’t even know what they are for, but the one thing I know is that they avoid me from getting ill. I onced tried to avoid consuming those pills but the nurse suddenly caught me jamming them between my mattress and the base. She now never leaves the room until I show her the inside of my mouth to prove I have swallowed them.
“Here,” an unusual looking nurse hands me a glass of water this time. She also handed me the pills one by one, unlike the other nurses who give them to me in one helping. Not that I swallow them all anyway. I handed her the glass back and then …show more content…
Probably they would hand me my dinner too. They wouldn’t allow me out of my cell, even to use the bathrooms. I have to be escorted. Not that I haven’t been escorted before, all of the other patients are too, but this time, it has to be three staff members to escort me to the bathroom which is not nice I must say. That punishment was for me lashing out at a young nurse named Aubrey, who was a nurse in here that really has it in for me. That nurse bugs me, she is the definition of lame and annoying. It was like everytime she had the chance to see me, it was like she was making a point where she is rubbing it in my face that I am a patient in here. Not like I have anything much to do about it, but still she should be nice to …show more content…
That’s where the nurses usually place my food every time I would not be allowed to go to the canteen. At the far end of the room, next to the door where the nurse just came out a few minutes earlier is a chair. Usually, doctors sit there whenever they would pay a visit to check on patients. And then that is it. That was all what’s in my room. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to escape out of here. Out here in this trap to be exact. I mean, would I have a normal life? What kind of family did I come from? I had been here for so long that I cannot recall what it was like to have a family. I don’t remember my Dad’s name. Just my Mum’s. I remember her name is Georgia. I have a sister, that I am sure of. But every time I try to picture her, I just find myself in the back of my mind and then I would get scared, scared of my own reflection. I can’t even remember her
The door to my cell opens. A nurse comes in, holding a glass of water and three pills. Just the usual. I sit on the side of my bed as I wait for her to hand me the pills. I don’t even know what they are for, but the one thing I know is that they avoid me from getting ill. I onced tried to avoid consuming those pills but the nurse suddenly caught me jamming them between my mattress and the base. She now never leaves the room until I show her the inside of my mouth to prove I have swallowed them.
“Here,” an unusual looking nurse hands me a glass of water this time. She also handed me the pills one by one, unlike the other nurses who give them to me in one helping. Not that I swallow them all anyway. I handed her the glass back and then …show more content…
Probably they would hand me my dinner too. They wouldn’t allow me out of my cell, even to use the bathrooms. I have to be escorted. Not that I haven’t been escorted before, all of the other patients are too, but this time, it has to be three staff members to escort me to the bathroom which is not nice I must say. That punishment was for me lashing out at a young nurse named Aubrey, who was a nurse in here that really has it in for me. That nurse bugs me, she is the definition of lame and annoying. It was like everytime she had the chance to see me, it was like she was making a point where she is rubbing it in my face that I am a patient in here. Not like I have anything much to do about it, but still she should be nice to …show more content…
That’s where the nurses usually place my food every time I would not be allowed to go to the canteen. At the far end of the room, next to the door where the nurse just came out a few minutes earlier is a chair. Usually, doctors sit there whenever they would pay a visit to check on patients. And then that is it. That was all what’s in my room. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to escape out of here. Out here in this trap to be exact. I mean, would I have a normal life? What kind of family did I come from? I had been here for so long that I cannot recall what it was like to have a family. I don’t remember my Dad’s name. Just my Mum’s. I remember her name is Georgia. I have a sister, that I am sure of. But every time I try to picture her, I just find myself in the back of my mind and then I would get scared, scared of my own reflection. I can’t even remember her