I picked up the pen, surprised to see that my hands were shaking. The instructions read "Explain the phenomena that you experience(d) For example things you see, hear, or feel." I contemplated the question. What could I put that would get me out of this crazy place? After thinking for another moment, I wrote, "I saw a boy wearing a blue hoodie and brown pants. He had snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes. He told me he was Jack Frost, and when our hands touched a sparking, frozen electricity seemed to project from our hands. He could fly and he was..." I didn't know how to continue. I imagined putting "he was and is amazing and I think I love him and he is real no matter what anyone says and he visits me on especially cold nights and when our eyes meet I can feel the electricity we felt when we first brushed hands and..."
"No!" I cried as I collapsed onto the table. He would never come back, never visit me.
"He isn't even real," I whispered. "Never was."
I straightened back up and finished my response with " ...a great joy to me. But even though I thought he was real and it brings me great pain to write this, I know he is not real and that every vision I had was due to being confined in a castle for many years."
The next question read: "If you were offered the chance, would you like to have every memory of this/these incidents wiped from your memory?" Without hesitation, I wrote "Yes."
"Elsa? Hello? Anyone there?" I knocked softly on the door. The "Patient ID" read "Elsa of Arendelle." Someone opened the door and walked straight through me. It wasn't Elsa, but it gave me a chance to sneak in without giving someone a scare. Elsa wasn't in her room, so I took a seat in a chair by the strangely small window. I shivered as I did. Not only did I hate it when people walked through me, but this place was really creepy. Elsa's room seemed more like a jail cell than a bedroom. There was even bars on the window, plus everything was white. I once again wondered why Elsa didn't live in her castle anymore, but pushed it to the back of my mind. All of my questions would be answered, I just needed to talk to Elsa.
When I finally finished the "test" I headed back to my room. I had to pass the hallway for very disturbed patients, which always made me get chills. My only friend here, Ariel, told me they chained you to the wall or put a straight jacket on you if you were in those wards. And I obviously didn't believe her, but you know...it's a scary thought. Ariel also told me that the lum (that's what we call the asylum) is haunted. Of course I don't believe that for one second. While I was lost in thought, I ran into a doctor.
"Oh! Sorry," I said, embarrassed.
"It's alright," he said. He was a younger looking guy with brown hair and greenish eyes. I blushed as I walked past him and into my room.
Elsa walked into the room. She had her hair in the usual braid, but she looked tired like she wasn't sleeping or something. Nevertheless, she still looked gorgeous.
"Hey Els."
She didn't respond, didn't even look at me.
"Oh c'mon. Don't give me the silent treatment just because I haven't visited for a while. I had a lot of stuff to take care of and..." I laughed, "this place is really hard to get into."
Elsa still didn't respond, didn't even look up.
"Elsa?" I stood up and started to walk over to her. She turned and walked right through me. I just stood there, stunned. So did she, until she spun around and stared at me. But not really at me, more like through me. Like I wasn't even there.
"Elsa? Elsa? Hello? Why aren't you responding? Speak to me!"
She just kept staring through me, then she shrugged and turned away. What was going on? Why couldn't she see me? The only explanation could be...
"No. Elsa! I'm here, I'm real! Believe! Please-why did you stop? Was I really gone that long...?" I trailed off. She still wasn't responding, wasn't noticing. I begged myself not to cry, but a tear still managed to slide down my cheek. I sighed and, without thinking, opened the door and walked out. Elsa gasped, and I realized what I had done. She looked up, and this time it was at me, not through me.
"Elsa?"
"J-jack?"
No. It couldn't be. It's just you're imagination-not real.
"No, you're not real. It's just my imagination." I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. When I opened my eyes he was gone. Although I felt a small pang if sadness, I also felt happy. I had managed to take away the visions! Time to tell Dr. Black that I can go home! I nearly marched as I went down the hall. I was ready, and had been for a long time, to go home.
