A Beautiful Mind
"John"
**DISCLAIMER: I do not own either the novel or the film "A Beautiful Mind". I think both are wonderful. Professor Nash is a great inspiration to me, and this story is not meant to offend him in any way. I was just moved by his story, and wanted to write some thoughts.
I have no money, so please do not sue me. : )
**Author's Notes: This is pretty much soem pointless drivel, but please R&R, and if you haven't seen the film, DO IT! DO IT NOW!! Thank you and enjoy.
I sat in my "room", as they liked to call it. Although I wouldn't really call it that. You would think, after locking me up in a mental facility that they would provide better lodging. I am not crazy. It's just a problem, with no answer. I can solve it. That's what I do. I'm a mathematician, I can solve it. All I have to do is apply myself. Can't they see that? Can't they?
I was working for the government. Without me, the world as we know it could be in danger. I am John Nash.
If I could just get in touch with Parcher, he would tell them the truth, and then they would let me out. I would be able to work again. I need to work. All the patterns, the codes. They are put there for me. I need to decode them. Secret messages. Phrases, clues. I can't help when I am in here. There is nothing wrong with me. All these people. Don't the doctors understand that I want to be left alone? Where is Charles? He is my friend. Or was. He lied. He lied to me. I trusted him.
Solitude.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"It's not real, John. There is no William Parcher."
The words Alicia had spoken to me earlier spiraled around in my mind. How can she know? Of course he is real. So is Charles and Marcee. They are real. How can they not be real?? It's all real.
"Code Red, Dr. Rosen, we have a Code Red!"
I can hear the nurse out in the hallway. Where is it? The identifiying device. The one that they put in my arm. I...I can't find it. Dr. Rosen has just walked into the room.
"I can't find it..."
* * * * * * * * * * *
I'm in a white room. There are people standing over me. I climb onto the bed. I feel drowsy. Why can't I move my legs? And my arms? What's going on? There is a pain in my shoulder. The insulin treatments. No. Not again. Please. Please. I look up and see Alicia looking through the window up above me. She is the last thing I see before I drift into darkness.
**Sorry it's so short. I hope you liked it. Review! : )
"John"
**DISCLAIMER: I do not own either the novel or the film "A Beautiful Mind". I think both are wonderful. Professor Nash is a great inspiration to me, and this story is not meant to offend him in any way. I was just moved by his story, and wanted to write some thoughts.
I have no money, so please do not sue me. : )
**Author's Notes: This is pretty much soem pointless drivel, but please R&R, and if you haven't seen the film, DO IT! DO IT NOW!! Thank you and enjoy.
I sat in my "room", as they liked to call it. Although I wouldn't really call it that. You would think, after locking me up in a mental facility that they would provide better lodging. I am not crazy. It's just a problem, with no answer. I can solve it. That's what I do. I'm a mathematician, I can solve it. All I have to do is apply myself. Can't they see that? Can't they?
I was working for the government. Without me, the world as we know it could be in danger. I am John Nash.
If I could just get in touch with Parcher, he would tell them the truth, and then they would let me out. I would be able to work again. I need to work. All the patterns, the codes. They are put there for me. I need to decode them. Secret messages. Phrases, clues. I can't help when I am in here. There is nothing wrong with me. All these people. Don't the doctors understand that I want to be left alone? Where is Charles? He is my friend. Or was. He lied. He lied to me. I trusted him.
Solitude.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"It's not real, John. There is no William Parcher."
The words Alicia had spoken to me earlier spiraled around in my mind. How can she know? Of course he is real. So is Charles and Marcee. They are real. How can they not be real?? It's all real.
"Code Red, Dr. Rosen, we have a Code Red!"
I can hear the nurse out in the hallway. Where is it? The identifiying device. The one that they put in my arm. I...I can't find it. Dr. Rosen has just walked into the room.
"I can't find it..."
* * * * * * * * * * *
I'm in a white room. There are people standing over me. I climb onto the bed. I feel drowsy. Why can't I move my legs? And my arms? What's going on? There is a pain in my shoulder. The insulin treatments. No. Not again. Please. Please. I look up and see Alicia looking through the window up above me. She is the last thing I see before I drift into darkness.
**Sorry it's so short. I hope you liked it. Review! : )