My eyes fluttered open. I turned my head towards the little table next to my bed, and reached for my phone. 6:30am.
The events of last night flooded into my mind, making my heart race again. This was crazy. This guy actually came in. He can come any time again. Tonight.
I had newfound bravery, after last night. I felt like I could protect myself. But I certainly didn't want to be in the same situation again.
Jeffrey was fucking insane. Not only had I done nothing to him, but he actually came inside my room, and tried to murder me. What the hell was the security doing?! After I told the nurses, they said they will take care of it. I could only hope they didn't call my mother…this would get even crazier.
I wasn't sure why, but I was certain he would come again. Tonight. It felt like something he would do, even though I really didn't know him at all. But what was there to know… I knew what made him end up in this place.
I had a text, from 2 of my friends, asking how I was and telling me news about school, social life and all that. And I really missed them…I wasn't getting out of here for 2 weeks more… and then there's Jeffrey. My phone rang, it was my mom.
"Hey sweetie, you feeling okay?" she asked, in her usual motherly tone.
"Yeah"
"I'm coming today, I'll give you your school work. Is there anything else you want?" Hmmm…. Some normal food would be nice.
"Can you get me some ice cream?"
"Huh? But you're sick."
"It's okay, my kidney won't suffer from some chocolate ice cream."
"Okay okay." She agreed "You really should cut down on the sweet stuff… and start going gym to keep fit. Start a sport?"
"Hey! I'll eat as much as I like… you're my mom, you should say I'm beautiful either way." I said mockingly with a smile.
She laughed and said "Of course, you're beautiful."
She came an hour later, we talked for a while and ate ice cream. I didn't tell her about my encounter with Jeffrey, as this would be completely terrifying for her, I didn't want her to worry. When she left I started doing my school work, but was quickly distracted by thoughts of Jeffrey.
I had to get inside the psychiatric ward somehow… today. I had to talk to him, without him being able to attack me, figure out why the hell he came, and try to scare him off (as funny as that sounds).
I went into the hallway, and stared at the doors which separated the two hospitals. I could get in really easily. But there were many nurses around.
Dr. Meyer passed by me, and I panicked, thinking he could see through my plan. He only smiled and asked how I'm doing. Fine, I said. But in reality, I was scared. Really scared.
I was dressed with a band tee, dark purple hoodie, black jeans, and red converse. One of the few outfits I had when I was out of my hospital pyjamas/ gown. I slipped through the doors.
The hallway of the psychiatry was strangely deserted. I reached a point where there were rooms, people inside mumbling and talking, to who, I don't know. Some quietly, some rather really loud.
There were stairs leading to a higher floor of the building. I walked up, quietly. I would probably be noticed eventually. I walked through the hallway and was looking through the small windows of the doors, trying to find a pale face, with messy black hair.
I reached the end of the hallway, the last door on the right being the only one left. I looked in, but couldn't see anybody. I was about to give up, but then he caught my eye. He was on the bed. I could see from this angle better, was he sleeping?
I stared for a while longer, trying to figure out if he knew I was here. The only problem was, there was no way to talk through these windows. But I was damn sure I wasn't going inside.
His face rose up, and his eyes locked with mine. He knew I was watching.
He got up from the bed, slowly, looking at me the whole time, a smile stretching on his face. His body was so close to the door, it made me step back, even though he couldn't do anything.
And then, he moved his mouth, trying to form words, it seemed. I couldn't make out what it was at first, but then I did.Go to sleep.
I had assumed this was a metaphor for 'Die'. This guy was just as creepy at day time as he was at night. I looked at him with questioning eyes, to which he laughed, loud enough for me to hear at the other side of the door.
I gave him one last glare and turned to walk away. As I walked away, he shouted "I'll see you tonight!"
…I hope I had heard that wrong… please don't come again. Ever.
