Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Twilight. If I did, I would be very happy and very cool
What a handsome boy. It's such a shame he's here. Oh, the things I would do to him if I could…
The nurse tending to me proceeded to imagine the two of us in a plethora of sexual positions that could only result from extensive study of the Kama Sutra (and a couple of years of yoga). I shuddered. She was only a few years older than me, but she had caked on makeup and wore her clothing at least two sizes too small. Disgusting.
"I can hear you! Don't you dare think of me like that!"
The orderly looked at me. "Edward, you're just imagining things. Did you take your medicine today?"
I nodded my head. "Yes Nurse Mallory, I did." The truth was that I had shoved those pills under my mattress the second the nurses were out of the room. I knew I didn't need it- I wasn't crazy.
He couldn't possibly know what I was thinking, right? He's schizophrenic- he's just being paranoid.
I knew I wasn't. I wasn't schizophrenic- I was telepathic. No one believed me though. My own parents didn't. They had finally committed me after I started high school. Before then, I had gone to a small private school, where I had been able to block out the few minds that surrounded me each day. However, the public high school, with its 4,500 minds all crammed into one building, had made that luxury impossible. . I hadn't been able to take it- all those voices coming at me at once, each with their own idiotic problems that took up residence in my head. It was no wonder I broke down.
However, now I was stuck in a prison I couldn't escape from- the prison of the mental institution my parents had forced me into three years ago. I didn't know what I could do. The voices were real, so the pills didn't help, and everyone just kept talking, kept thinking horrible thoughts that wouldn't leave me and my mind alone.
In between a rock and a hard place indeed
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