Wander In The Middle Of The Night

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I awoke to the sound of my roommate, Norman, screaming.This was a common occurrence, in the dead of night, he would wake, sit up, and scream for fifteen minutes, or so. Norman didn’t talk to a soul, whenever he was acknowledged, a high-pitched shriek was the only thing to ever come out of his mouth. Norman had a reason for being here, he was insane, no matter what way anybody looked at it, crazy was the only thing that shined through. I, however, do not belong in this cold, bitter, and tremendously horrid asylum. I don’t have a clear vision of what happened, that night was a blur. All I remember was waking up staring at the blank, white ceiling in what has become my room. It’s been thirty-nine days since my arrival, I’ve been keeping tally …show more content…
I feel so cold inside, and out. I want this to stop, I want to get out. I like to wander in the middle of the night, through the halls, undisturbed. I often pass the front doors, with no guard in front. I’ve tried every night, but the doors are always locked. As I pass them, each time I wonder if I should try again, I only become disappointed each time. Yet, if by some chance they were unlocked, and I didn’t try, I would miss my chance. I tug on the door, my heart is racing, could this be my day? Locked. Instead of being discouraged, I fill with rage. No more of this will I suffer through. I went over to a desk, and rummage through some drawers, I find a key. It’s possible my chances are slim to none, but I have to try. The key fits through the door, and I am able to swing it opened. There is a smile on my face, a thing that hasn’t been there in a while. I run, and my head does not look back. I must keep going. The air is freezing, and suddenly out of breath, I stop, but continue to walk. I decide not to stop walking until I’m back home.The wind through my hair is refreshing, and feels amazing. The fresh air tastes so good. I’m finally a bird, flying …show more content…
I try my best to keep going, I am happier here, than in the asylum. I begin to see lights. Full of hope, I run, and don’t stop until I’m in front of my home. The door is unlocked, and I go in. I hear the television, it is very quiet. She is there, asleep on the couch. My hand touches hers, and she opens her eyes. She screams, it reminds me of Norman, it’s about the time he normally would yell out. Suddenly, she disappears, and I look up to see a white ceiling. Norman is on the bed beside mine. I try to get up, but feel straps surrounding my body. They found me. I close my eyes again, but I have no intention to open them ever

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