Delusions of Grandiose
ImmortalFlick
Thanks to: RAiNbOwGrL22, c[R]ud[E]dly, Peeves Gurl, FroBoy.
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Did you know the sounds of your own screams get boring after a while? Like you've heard them a hundred times over and you have. I think it's because pain gets boring. It sounds ridiculous but it does. It keeps hurting, but you've been there, done that and own four t-shirts.
I can't say I know everything. I don't. I know I shouldn't be in here. I know I hate my doctor who pretends she doesn't think I'm crazy. I know I hate looking out a glass panel that pretends to be a window. I know I hate the door that pretends it's not locked. It's the Dursleys all over again. This room, painted gaudily white, is like that dark, dank cupboard under the stairs, only more high tech with it's four digit code locks.
I ate my lunch with a plastic knife today. A plastic knife! I would saw off my left leg with that plastic knife just to get a silver one. Like the ones I used to use at Hogwarts. The ones that actually cut.
What's worse is that I ate my soup with a plastic spoon. What do they think I would do with a metal spoon? Gauge my eyes out? I'm not in here for being suicidal. Hell, what am I in here for?
At any given time there are 98 patients here. How do I know? I've counted. Yes, they're not completely inhumane. They let me out of the technical cupboard with four digit code locks. For breakfast. For lunch. For dinner. There is a one hour period, it only began two months ago because of my 'good behaviour', in which I am allowed to sit in the main room. I've been in here three years. I am only now allowed my one hour of freedom. They must consider me pretty dangerous. For the first year meals were alone.
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There's a guy called Tom here. His last name is Smith I think. Tom is clever. And the nurses hate him. He's far too clever. Every single morning, nine o'clock on the dot, alarms will go off. That is because he, once again, has tried to escape. I don't know how he does it. I don't exactly know where he finds the endless will to think up a different escape route every day. But I wish he would take me with him when he finally does make it out.
Helene is a character. I like her. I assume she has some crazy person disorder, but it doesn't show. She's five years older than me, making her 25, her birthday is next week. Helene, unlike me, gets at least two visitors a week. And everyone likes her.
I tend to slip more in the Tom direction there. People don't like me. Whether it because of my eyes or my blatant indifference, they just don't like me. Helene says it's because of the 'vibes' I give out or something. I just think they're all bastards.
There's a clashing of the doors down the hall. Which means either someone's out on bad behaviour, not unlikely, or someone's got a visitor. Maybe it's Yasmin, I hear James has his pretty fiance seeing him soon. He says he'll introduce her.
But the footsteps don't stop at Yasmin's, nor James'. The doctor's here. She's at the door that pretends it's not locked. She's not supposed to be here now. There's a sick feeling in my gut that says run and I laugh at it because I've got nowhere to go.
There's another face at the door. A familiar one.
"Hello Harry."
I feel like vomiting. And I do.
End of Chapter 3
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Well, that's another chapter done. Thanks for all your reviews and hope to hear what you thought!
ImmortalFlick
Thanks to: RAiNbOwGrL22, c[R]ud[E]dly, Peeves Gurl, FroBoy.
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Did you know the sounds of your own screams get boring after a while? Like you've heard them a hundred times over and you have. I think it's because pain gets boring. It sounds ridiculous but it does. It keeps hurting, but you've been there, done that and own four t-shirts.
I can't say I know everything. I don't. I know I shouldn't be in here. I know I hate my doctor who pretends she doesn't think I'm crazy. I know I hate looking out a glass panel that pretends to be a window. I know I hate the door that pretends it's not locked. It's the Dursleys all over again. This room, painted gaudily white, is like that dark, dank cupboard under the stairs, only more high tech with it's four digit code locks.
I ate my lunch with a plastic knife today. A plastic knife! I would saw off my left leg with that plastic knife just to get a silver one. Like the ones I used to use at Hogwarts. The ones that actually cut.
What's worse is that I ate my soup with a plastic spoon. What do they think I would do with a metal spoon? Gauge my eyes out? I'm not in here for being suicidal. Hell, what am I in here for?
At any given time there are 98 patients here. How do I know? I've counted. Yes, they're not completely inhumane. They let me out of the technical cupboard with four digit code locks. For breakfast. For lunch. For dinner. There is a one hour period, it only began two months ago because of my 'good behaviour', in which I am allowed to sit in the main room. I've been in here three years. I am only now allowed my one hour of freedom. They must consider me pretty dangerous. For the first year meals were alone.
(/)
There's a guy called Tom here. His last name is Smith I think. Tom is clever. And the nurses hate him. He's far too clever. Every single morning, nine o'clock on the dot, alarms will go off. That is because he, once again, has tried to escape. I don't know how he does it. I don't exactly know where he finds the endless will to think up a different escape route every day. But I wish he would take me with him when he finally does make it out.
Helene is a character. I like her. I assume she has some crazy person disorder, but it doesn't show. She's five years older than me, making her 25, her birthday is next week. Helene, unlike me, gets at least two visitors a week. And everyone likes her.
I tend to slip more in the Tom direction there. People don't like me. Whether it because of my eyes or my blatant indifference, they just don't like me. Helene says it's because of the 'vibes' I give out or something. I just think they're all bastards.
There's a clashing of the doors down the hall. Which means either someone's out on bad behaviour, not unlikely, or someone's got a visitor. Maybe it's Yasmin, I hear James has his pretty fiance seeing him soon. He says he'll introduce her.
But the footsteps don't stop at Yasmin's, nor James'. The doctor's here. She's at the door that pretends it's not locked. She's not supposed to be here now. There's a sick feeling in my gut that says run and I laugh at it because I've got nowhere to go.
There's another face at the door. A familiar one.
"Hello Harry."
I feel like vomiting. And I do.
End of Chapter 3
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Well, that's another chapter done. Thanks for all your reviews and hope to hear what you thought!