I sat against the white wall across the table where the
phone lay on floor. My hands shivered, my body was covered with goosbumbs and
icy chills went down my back from all the noises coming from the receiver.
Distorted sounds came from the talking end; it was people screaming, small
girls. I tried to move into the wall with my hands wrapped around my knees. A
sweat drop dripped down my back with a chill running through my whole body. I
closed my eyes to get away from the horror, the horrible screams filling my
ears to the core. "What is this, HELP ME! GET AWAY!" I screamed as
loud as I could, the sound pitching really hard for my low voice. A cold hand
touched my shoulder where I sat, and I could smell a breath mint. The room
suddenly became light again, the darkness almost flowing away like water from a
table.
I opened my eyes abruptly to find myself in the same room, but the sun was out;
bright strokes of sun covered the room where people sat around me, looking at
me like I was some crazed animal that escaped from a mental hospital. My hands
still shook from the fear; it was then that I quickly looked across to the
table where the receiver was. A blond girl was talking on it.
"I am afraid we are going to keep Jason here for a couple of more days for
observation, last night’s acts may just be stress of what happened to him. He
still hasn’t talked to you about what happened?"
"No, he doesn't want to talk to me," I could hear the doctor talking
to my mother just outside the door where my room was. They moved me to a single
room, where I was alone, all by myself. There were no curtains in the room, the
bed stank of piss, and I just didn't like the feeling of the room; it was also
much darker than the previous room even though the sun was shining through the
window. It was on the second floor of the three story building standing on the
edge of Old Cravingstone road and Bateheaven Street.
I tried to hear what they were saying now, but they whispered to quiet for me
to hear anything coming from their lips. It was probably ten minutes when my
mother entered the room again, on her face were a small sympathetic smile for
some reason.
"What did he say? Why are you smiling?" I asked her with haste the
moment she sat next to me.
"Oh, that. No nothing. Nothing really, he just asked me on a date,"
her eyes rolled over in her head while she said it with excitement.
"When can I go home?"
"I forgot to ask, but I think tomorrow," her head tilted looking at
the ceiling, "doesn't that look like a dead bird to you," she pointed
to the left corner. There where moss growing, black.
"Just go away, please," I said with irritation back in my voice. This
wasn't for me; I hated hospitals like I hated most of the things in my life.
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