Jesse moaned, coming around. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He could feel that
he was on a bed. But where was he? Thinking, he remembered that he'd been
brought to a psychiatric hospital. Suddenly, angry feeling came to his
mind. He was a bit mad that Mark, Steve and Amanda didn't believe him.
The door in his room was opened. Jesse looked up. A woman in a nurse suit smiled at him, "Dr. Travis, you're awake". The woman walked to Jesse.
Jesse looked at her quietly.
"It's time for lunch. You must have felt hungry. You didn't come for breakfast", she said. She hold Jesse's arm, "come on".
Jesse looked at her for a long time. But then, he felt his stomach is crying for foods. Jesse got up. He stood unsteadily at first, but then he found his balance. The nurse led Jesse into dining room.
The dining room was so crowded and noisy. Jesse sat behind a table where many of patients had sat behind it as well. The patients were out of their minds. They disturbed Jesse, but Jesse stayed still. He was mad. With his friends, with himself and all people.
Jesse got his food. He looked at the food. He was hungry, but he was so mad that he didn't want to do anything. Jesse looked at a glass of water in front of him. He thought for such a long time. Then, he looked around. And when he was sure that no nurses saw him, he dropped the glass.
The glass was broken. The room began noisy again. Jesse took a piece of the breaking glass and hided it in his hand quickly. The nurses came and clean the pieces of glass on the floor.
***
Jesse was back in his room half an hour later. He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he felt someone was sitting next to him. Sam.
Jesse startled. "Y-you! W-what are you doing here?" he shivered.
"I want to help you, Jesse", Sam replied.
"No!" Jesse leaned back. Frightened.
"Yes."
Jesse remembered a piece of glass in his hand. He lifted it. "Go or I'll kill you!" he threatened the man.
"You can't kill me, Jesse."
"Oh yes, I can."
"No you can't. Because I'm already dead," the man looked at Jesse.
Jesse widened in horror. Not believing what he'd heard. He looked at the man for a long time.
Jesse lifted his other hand. Jesse was scared. He was shivering and he was gasping for breath out of fear. Jesse closed his eyes and before Sam was able to stop him, he cut his hand where his pulse was in. He moaned a bit.
"No, Jesse. You shouldn't have done that," those are the last words Jesse heard back in his mind before he slept, leaving his hand bleeding profusely.
The door in his room was opened. Jesse looked up. A woman in a nurse suit smiled at him, "Dr. Travis, you're awake". The woman walked to Jesse.
Jesse looked at her quietly.
"It's time for lunch. You must have felt hungry. You didn't come for breakfast", she said. She hold Jesse's arm, "come on".
Jesse looked at her for a long time. But then, he felt his stomach is crying for foods. Jesse got up. He stood unsteadily at first, but then he found his balance. The nurse led Jesse into dining room.
The dining room was so crowded and noisy. Jesse sat behind a table where many of patients had sat behind it as well. The patients were out of their minds. They disturbed Jesse, but Jesse stayed still. He was mad. With his friends, with himself and all people.
Jesse got his food. He looked at the food. He was hungry, but he was so mad that he didn't want to do anything. Jesse looked at a glass of water in front of him. He thought for such a long time. Then, he looked around. And when he was sure that no nurses saw him, he dropped the glass.
The glass was broken. The room began noisy again. Jesse took a piece of the breaking glass and hided it in his hand quickly. The nurses came and clean the pieces of glass on the floor.
***
Jesse was back in his room half an hour later. He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he felt someone was sitting next to him. Sam.
Jesse startled. "Y-you! W-what are you doing here?" he shivered.
"I want to help you, Jesse", Sam replied.
"No!" Jesse leaned back. Frightened.
"Yes."
Jesse remembered a piece of glass in his hand. He lifted it. "Go or I'll kill you!" he threatened the man.
"You can't kill me, Jesse."
"Oh yes, I can."
"No you can't. Because I'm already dead," the man looked at Jesse.
Jesse widened in horror. Not believing what he'd heard. He looked at the man for a long time.
Jesse lifted his other hand. Jesse was scared. He was shivering and he was gasping for breath out of fear. Jesse closed his eyes and before Sam was able to stop him, he cut his hand where his pulse was in. He moaned a bit.
"No, Jesse. You shouldn't have done that," those are the last words Jesse heard back in his mind before he slept, leaving his hand bleeding profusely.