Degrassi is still not mine. Everything else still is mine.
Authors note: I may put days four and five into one chapter, as weekends in a psych ward are very very very boring. I also don't know quite where I'm headed in this story, but I'm working on it. The next couple chapters are going to be pretty short, mostly filler to get to day six, where action picks up.
Day three
Friday began as usual. Vital signs, breakfast, sharing group. Just an ordinary day for Craig.
The only interesting thing all day happened in general rec, where they were playing charades. Troy, one of the other patients, threw a fit. A violent fit, one Craig hadn't seen anything like in years.
It began when Seth got up and did his charade, which Troy got wrong and Craig got right. So, Troy threw himself at Craig, screaming at him.
"You fucker! You fucker!" Craig managed to duck Troy, but was not able to stop the other man from jumping on him. Allegra also got hit in the eye, as she was sitting next to Craig when he was attacked.
Roy had gotten a nurse and the two of them managed to get Troy off of Craig and taken him away. Craig was looked over by another nurse, and so was Allegra. The rest of the day was ordinary.
Craig and Allegra were in the TV room that evening, when he tried talking to her again. "How are you doing today?"
"God I feel like hell tonight. The tears of rage I cannot fight"
"The Fight?" Allegra nodded. "I'm upset about that either. Sometimes I forget where I am, you know? Then something like that happens and I remember again." She nodded again. "Allegra, can I ask you..How long have you been here."
Allegra held up three fingers. "Three weeks?" Another nod. "And you don't talk? Why not?"
"Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness" That was her answer, after that she stood up and left the room.
Allegra confounded Craig, but fascinated him. Craig was homesick too, and that bothered him. He didn't want to care this much about going home, and he couldn't figure out why.
He'd think about it more and ask Dr. Allen about it on Monday.
When he got back to his room, Stella gave him something-a notebook and a pen. "Dr. Allen wanted us to give this to you earlier, but I forgot. Its a journal, you're supposed to keep it every day and then you can talk about it with him."
Craig nodded, and showered, changed into his pajamas, and wrote.
Dear Journal...This is stupid. I don't want to have to keep a journal. I don't want to do anything here, I don't want to be here. I shouldn't be here. I'm not like the others, I'm not like Allegra or Troy-I'm normal. Why am I here? Why did I do what I did?
He put his notebook away and went to bed, still trying to figure that out.
Songs used: Sheryl Crow "Strong Enough"
Smashing Pumpkins "Zero"
Authors note: I may put days four and five into one chapter, as weekends in a psych ward are very very very boring. I also don't know quite where I'm headed in this story, but I'm working on it. The next couple chapters are going to be pretty short, mostly filler to get to day six, where action picks up.
Day three
Friday began as usual. Vital signs, breakfast, sharing group. Just an ordinary day for Craig.
The only interesting thing all day happened in general rec, where they were playing charades. Troy, one of the other patients, threw a fit. A violent fit, one Craig hadn't seen anything like in years.
It began when Seth got up and did his charade, which Troy got wrong and Craig got right. So, Troy threw himself at Craig, screaming at him.
"You fucker! You fucker!" Craig managed to duck Troy, but was not able to stop the other man from jumping on him. Allegra also got hit in the eye, as she was sitting next to Craig when he was attacked.
Roy had gotten a nurse and the two of them managed to get Troy off of Craig and taken him away. Craig was looked over by another nurse, and so was Allegra. The rest of the day was ordinary.
Craig and Allegra were in the TV room that evening, when he tried talking to her again. "How are you doing today?"
"God I feel like hell tonight. The tears of rage I cannot fight"
"The Fight?" Allegra nodded. "I'm upset about that either. Sometimes I forget where I am, you know? Then something like that happens and I remember again." She nodded again. "Allegra, can I ask you..How long have you been here."
Allegra held up three fingers. "Three weeks?" Another nod. "And you don't talk? Why not?"
"Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness" That was her answer, after that she stood up and left the room.
Allegra confounded Craig, but fascinated him. Craig was homesick too, and that bothered him. He didn't want to care this much about going home, and he couldn't figure out why.
He'd think about it more and ask Dr. Allen about it on Monday.
When he got back to his room, Stella gave him something-a notebook and a pen. "Dr. Allen wanted us to give this to you earlier, but I forgot. Its a journal, you're supposed to keep it every day and then you can talk about it with him."
Craig nodded, and showered, changed into his pajamas, and wrote.
Dear Journal...This is stupid. I don't want to have to keep a journal. I don't want to do anything here, I don't want to be here. I shouldn't be here. I'm not like the others, I'm not like Allegra or Troy-I'm normal. Why am I here? Why did I do what I did?
He put his notebook away and went to bed, still trying to figure that out.
Songs used: Sheryl Crow "Strong Enough"
Smashing Pumpkins "Zero"