The next morning Derek came in to serve me my breakfast. "I hope you don't mind but I'm gonna eat with you." He sat the tray down and sat in the recliner. He looked on me expecting me to speak and all I did was look out the window and admired the snow. Every so often I would take a bite of my pancakes or a drink of my milk. Every so often he'd ask me a question, "How did you sleep?" "Do you like your pancakes?" of course every question had no answer. I looked at him wondering what question he was going to ask next. He looked around trying to find a question. "Why is it so white in here?" I'm glad I'm not the only one who noticed it. I shrugged then stood up and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. A knock on the door and Derek's voice, "I'm leaving Darcy, I'll be back at lunch. See you then" I heard the door shut behind him.

I did my daily routine jumped into the shower the brushed out my long brown wavy hair. I layed back down into bed and started writing in my journal. Today I wrote a poem

White walls
stand tall
Closing me in
When will it end
White bed
I should be dead
6 feet under
never to be discovered.
White casket
roses in a basket
Pedals fall by the stone
If only they left her alone.

I put down my pencil and my journal and decided to take a nap. I looked at the clock I have about 2 and a half hours till lunch. I slowly drifted into a light sleep.

I woke up to Derek walking into the room with two plates of grilled cheese and two bowls of tomato soup. I smiled because it was my favorite food. "I see you're happy to see me," Derek winked. I rolled my brown eyes and snatched my food and started eating. "You like grilled cheese?" Here we go with the questions. I just shook my head 'yes'. "I got you something." he said with a big smile on his handing my two purple pillow cases. I smiled and nodded my head and motioned for him to set them on the ground beside my bed. He did so, he was probably expecting a thank you. It wasn't going to be that easy to get me to talk. He stood up and walked over to the dry erase board and picked up a yellow marker and drew a sun. "Come draw with me." He demanded. I liked drawing. A lot actually and I was really good when I was in school I got first place in the art show. I picked up the eraser and erased the note he wrote me earlier. I then grabbed the green marker and drew grass. He then drew a cloudless sky. "It looks nice." He stepped back admiring our work. I smiled and nodded in agreement. I had the strange feeling someone was watching us so I turn towards the door to see a little blonde patient gawking at us through the door. When she saw that I had noticed her she bust in the door.

"Nurse Hale, Stephanie is puking again you should really go stop her." She said with a smirk on her face as he ran out of the room and down the hall. She stepped closer to me with her gray eyes burning a hole in my forehead. "You don't have a chance with him, He loves me so you better watch yourself. Or else." She then turned on her heels and ran out of my white room slamming the white door behind her. I laughed to myself. The people here were insane, I guess that's why I'm here.

It's been a year since the incident we were driving home from our family Christmas party. We were all singing loudly and very off tune to jingle bell rock. The roads were bad that night, I remember dad murmuring curse words everytime he slid on the icy overpasses. As we got to the last main chourus of the song a white pick-up truck hit us head on. All I remember after that is laying in the cold white snow. After that I blacked out again. Then I woke up in a hospital bed my grandmother holding my hand sobbing. "Where's my Mom and Dad?" I quizzed in a weak voice.
"They didn't make it." My grandma and I cried for days.

I hadn't noticed I was crying. I had an hour before I had to take my medication. I decided that for the first time in the month I've been here that I was going to take a walk. I slipped on white slippers the clinic provided and left my white room. As I walked past the receptionist desk all the nurses gasped and questioned me if everything was alright. I simply nodded my head and began to explore. I heard beautiful music coming from a room on my left. I peered through the window in the door and watched as the insane girl who had just threatened me play a beautiful medley on a white grand piano. I then noticed that Derek, Er, Nurse Hale was sitting beside her nodding his head in appreciation. I walked down the hallway some more. This must be the activity wing because in another room there were weights and a couple patients working out. I noticed a room up the hallway that had paintings on ther door. I decided I would go in. Inside there were several patients and a nurse with a very bright green smock that made me smile. This was probably the most colorful room in the whole clinic. The nurse smiled,"You can have a seat in between Brandon and Macey." She gestured to the two people with an empty chair in between them.

"I'm Brandon," The boy spoke to me with his hazel eyes beeming at me he had shaggy black hair that framed his face well. I nodded. He waited for me to introduce myself but I just turned to my easel and started painting."This is when you tell me your name," he said shakingly.

"Brandon that's Chloe she got her about a month ago and hasn't talked or left her room since, excuse his rudeness," A short pixie like girl with short bright red hair giggled. "I'm Macey and its nice to see you finally leave your room, I'm right across the hall from you." I nodded my head I've noticed her red hair bobbing around in the hallway outside of my white room. I continued to paint.

Brandon and Macey didn't bother me anymore they gave up easily and continued their projects. Marcey was doing a basic fruit in the bowl with colored pencils. Brandon was doing a portrait of a little girl that looked a lot like him. "it's my daughter, I miss her she's gonna be 3 tomorrow." He said and smiled he didn't look much older than me but you know people start young these days. I looked at my painting It was of a girl who looked a lot like me crying in a corner of a white room. She was wearing all black. You couldn't see her face because it was resting in her hands. I looked at the clock in the room. 2:45. I should get back to my room. I stood up, waved bye to the supervisor Macey and Brandon.

When I got back to my room Derek was sitting in the recliner hunched over reading something. My journal!