A new day approaches. I wake up in my hospital room. Silence fills the room. I don’t think I can do this anymore. I will be forever on pills to control my sanity. Who wants to live like that?
Knock, knock
I wake up in the nurses’ room with my Mum stroking my head. Even though I don’t remember how I got there, I know it was a rage frenzy. “Mum,” I say. “I can’t do this anymore,” I cry. She cries too and hush me whilst still stroking my hair.
Back at the hospital where I’ve never felt more comfortable. Laid on my bed with Penny cuddled up to me watching a movie. I feel like me; I feel there’s nothing wrong with me anymore. Having the perfect girl with me is my medicine. “Why did you not say anything about how you feel towards me?” Penny asks with a smile. “Same as you, a bag of nerves,” I laugh.
Finally, we arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. Wade pulls over into the muddy parking area. I look outside the window, it’s pitch black and thick with fog. “Well, if this isn’t spooky, I don’t know what is.” Wade says as he turns off the ignition. “I hope you have big torches Wade, the fog is really thick,” Penny says worryingly.
I stand in front of the mirror. I look at the big plaster across my neck then I look down to my wrists which also has plasters them. What am I going to do? I need to find something to wear that will cover them. I walk over to my wardrobe and open the doors. I grab my t-shirt, jeans and scarf, then I grab my black hoodie from the side of the wardrobe. I put my t-shirt on and my jeans. As I’m about to put my Van’s on...
I need to get out of this place. I’m getting bored with waking up clueless and bandaged up. I want to remember; I want to know what is happening to me. Suddenly the doctor walks into my room followed by my Mum. They both look concerned. “Now Killian I want you to be honest with me. Are you taking your medication?” the doctor asks. I look at him then look at my Mum. I can’t tell them that I’ve been stashing them in my drawer. “Yes, why?” I reply. My Mum then gets upset again. “Why are you even asking me this?” I ask. The doctor then pulls out a tub of my medication out of his pocket. My Mum then goes into her handbag and grabs a bottle of water. “Take one, please.” He scolds. Easy, I can just hide it in my mouth somewhere. I hold my hand out to grab the tub from the doctor. He places the tub into my hand and then I grab the water from my Mum. I open the tub and pour one tablet into my hand. I throw it into my mou
I sit on my bed with my straitjacket on. I can’t help but think about what Penny told me. I can’t believe I got her pregnant. I’m such an idiot! Knock, knock “Come in.” I answer. The doctor comes in with my Mum once again. This is just great. I’m going to get more earache now about these stupid tablets. “We searched your room and found these.” He says as he throws a plastic bag onto my bed. “Your tablet stash.” He adds. Great. “Why aren’t you taking them Killian?” my Mum asks. I just look at them both and try to shrug my shoulders. “Well, if you’re not taking them Killian, I have no choice but to call the Greenland Asylum.” The doctor says. Wait, what? This is just great, now I’m permanently messed up. “Please don’t! Please, I can’t!” I cry. “You’ve left us with no choice Killian. You’re not accepting treatment so I’ve had to sign you over darling.” My Mum sa
What have I done? I’ve hurt Penny and possibly lost my child. I need serious help. I need someone to help me. I’m sick of being told I can get better or promising me that I can get better. I’m getting worse! Suddenly my Mum walks into the room. “I can’t hide this from you anymore.” She says. “My new job was here. I got promoted to work here. I accepted it for you to make sure you get better.” She continues. “What? So the reason the doctor knows so much is because you told him?” I ask. “Yes. And the reason we were already at the hospital when you damaged your hand.” She adds. What the hell! After all this time it makes sense! She hid this from everyone because I’m unstable and she wanted me sectioned. She knows my Grandparents won’t agree with this. “Wow…” I reply her. I began to clap my hands and laugh. “The worst Mum award goes to you! You’re sly and nothing but a liar!” as I yell at her. She looks at m
It all started when my Mum told us she had amazing news. “We’re moving!” she said excitedly. I instantly felt sick. Why would she just go through with moving without speaking to us as a family? She even had the decency to go to my Grandparents and tell them we were moving. Safe to say my Grandmother wasn’t happy about the brief notice. Mum hadn’t spoken to her about it either. I remember the look on my Grandmother’s face: sadness, hurt, anger. As for my Dad, well, even he didn’t have a clue about it until yesterday! He was fuming. He went on a rant about her d