He sat on the floor of his room and stared at the door. They were supposed to come and get him at 3:00. He was sure it was 4:00, but how would he know there wasn't a clock and he had no watch. But he did know that they would leave him longer than usual. He was on the 4th floor and the most dangerous of all the patients. They were going to move him to a different room, and to his understanding it was solitary confinement.
He then heard it. That insane laughter that haunted him, but comforted him as well. He was nearly positive it was mocking him. No, he knew it was mocking him. It always did. The voice just carried on laughing as he thought of these things. It suddenly stopped laughing and stated bluntly, "They forgot you". He then asked the voice how it knew. "Look out the window, the sun is too low for it to be 3:00. It's more like 5:00" it pointed out. He knew it, they had indeed left him in his locked up room. They had forgotten him.
Suddenly the door flew open. He just looked at the two people in the doorway with a bored expression on his face. The pair then proceeded to put a straight jacket on him. The voice began to laugh again as one of the men stood him up and led him out of his old room.
The trio shoved passed people in the hallway as they made their way down to his new room. All the while that insane laughter in his head was carrying on, like it always does, and would always do.
When they got to his new room they shoved him into the room, straight jacket and all. He stumbled a bit, and then caught himself in time to watch the door close behind him. He then sat on the floor and glared at the door, because he knew that it would never open for him again, unless it was to drag out his dead body.
"You've been left for dead' the voice said. "I know" he said out loud, continuing to glare at the door. "Very well" said the voice before it returned to its laughter. "Why do you always laugh at me" he asked out loud. He had stopped glaring and now settled for just staring at the door. This had silenced the cackling in his head, and for a while there was insanity inducing silence.
After what seemed like hours the voice suddenly stated, "Because you always get so close to what you're trying to accomplish, but you always fall short and have to work twice as hard to get to your goal". He thought about that for a second, and then sighed, the voice was right. He was so close to getting out, and then one carless mistake had landed him in solitary confinement, to listen to the laughter in his head.
The voice then began to cackle again. He sighed, and listened to the voice carry on. He soon gave in and began to cackle along with the voice. Any guard that would have walked by and glanced through the window of the solitary confinement door would have seen a 14 year old boy lying on his side in a straight jacket staring at the door, laughing himself to death.
He managed to strangle himself two years later with his straight jacket, the exact one he was wearing when he was first put in solitary confinement.
