Insane? I was sitting in a padded room with a straight jacket in. I don't think I am insane. I just knew what reality was. They called it depression. I guess your wondering how I even got in a mental hospital? Darry found me trying to kill myself. He freaked out. Perhaps next time I should check whose car it was before I jumped in front of it. I threw a fit when I got here and the doctors put me in here. I have been at this place off and on for a couple of months... No sign of improvement. Every time I get checked out I get checked back in. I was the youngest here. There used to be a 13 year old that "was cured" but I know what really happened. Rumor was that she hung herself with her blankets and clothes. I only had about a day left in this room. Perhaps I should slept threw it. It was boring. But I never get any sleep anymore. If I had a nightmare they made me take theses funny pills. I had enough to take and I didn't want anymore. I saw the door suddenly swing open. My doctor apeared and I wanted to spit in his face. I have done that before and it was fun, but it would get me even more time here.
" Hello Dr. Marly!" I greet him cheerfully, using every ounce of self control I have not to spit in his face.
" Hey Ponyboy!" He ruffles my ungreased hair, " I have something great to tell you!"
" Really?" I wanted to roll my eyes. This voice was really annoying.
" Me and a couple of other doctors have come up with a medical breakthrough! If you wish to participate all you have to take one pill. No oyher medication!"
" Sure..." I didn't really care. If it wrecked my body I wouldn't care.
Boy. I was wrong
"Honey!" a nurse knocked on my door, " Time for you medicine!" She came into my room. I had a roommate but he was stuck in white hell( that's what we called the padded room) I jumped up and quickly took the small white pill.
" Open your mouth." She commanded. I had to laugh a little before doing so. She knew me too well. She left and went back to my desk. I wasn't alone. The camera in the top corner of the room watched me. I hated it. They allowed me to have a couple of crayons and a piece of paper. They took my drawings after. I learned that the hard way. My vison became blurry suddenly. What was happening to me? I stood up to call a nurse but colapsed infront of the door. Welcomed darkness surrounded me.
SORRY. I have been having writers block and began typing this... gtg to bed now...