Mental Hospital Stories Novels & Stories

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

That moment I looked briefly at nerdy but she was watching Granny with wide eyes. "Mom, she is okay now. Maybe because we all are here, they couldn't talk properly. Come, let's go back to your rest room." Granny agreed and went after caressing nerdy's hair for the last time. John and Emma were also trying fast to escape from there. But my voice stopped them. "Do you think you people can easily escape from this??" "Christian…" John started to say something but as soon as my cold glare reached him, he froze.

It had a bed, a chair, and a small table with a clipboard on it. I reached for the clipboard. I read the label. Patient: Hannah Mancini. Convalescent Psychiatric Care. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…” They think I’m crazy. They locked me up like I’m dangerous. I buried my face in my hands. “He did this to me,” I whispered. “Nico did this.” I told Nico the truth. I begged him to listen. And he threw me in here like I was trash. Like I was nothing.

I dared to speak when she interrupted me, “There is no need bringing him to the chronicles. We don’t have facilities anymore to cater for the insane. We don’t have financial security anymore. Look at our drainage system, dilapidated and messed up. We don’t have good pipe-borne water for these insane people. Do you know that we barely have enough food that could serve a square meal for these ones…” I shook my head in pity as I stared at the insane inmates of the home, how they wailed and behaved madly like my husband. “Our medical personnel and psychiatrist have all resigned due to non-payment of salary over the months, and this has caused massive morality and loss on our side. Do you know t

That's definitely one of her identity personalities whose name is Winona, a teenager s**cidal. "Okay, I'll go there right away." Instead of going to Calix's mansion, I went to our psychiatric hospital. After two hours of driving, I arrived and there was a commotion at one of the main building. Nurses assembled below to be on hand to help with any possible outcome. The other patients merely looked on, with some showing worry, some cheering, and others feeling compassion. I ran to the elevator and pressed the highest floor. When I stepped out, I hurriedly ran up to another floor and reached the rooftop.

With that thought in mind, Irvin said, "Mrs. Hardwell is feeling unwell again, and it's serious this time. So, we'll have to send her to the hospital for some treatment. Bring her to Hospital 320 in Souville!" Hospital 320 was the strictest psychiatric hospital in the country. All the patients who were sent there could never leave until they recovered completely. So far, there hadn't been a single patient who recovered and left the hospital. When Agatha heard that Irvin was telling his men to send her to a psychiatric hospital, she became crazier. Her words became harsher while cursing at him, and Irvin told someone to knock her out right away. Just as they were about to send her to Hospital

Gary smiled and nodded. "Go ahead." "Well, you know, mentally ill patients were often treated horribly 30 years ago—and even before that. How did this hospital end up in such a small town? Didn’t people oppose it?" Braylon asked. "It was a time when national health programs were being introduced, and mental health was part of that initiative. This hospital was established under that program, and only the government knows why they chose this location for a mental health facility. Despite being in a remote area, we’ve treated many patients over the years, with 95 percent of them being prisoners," Dr. Anderson explained.

I refuse to tell him why the doctor made that decision, the mental image of my mum attempting to jump out of a moving car on the highway is one that still gives me nightmares. "Her diagnosis has changed a number of times; manic depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia. Our insurance covers her room at the facility and some of the programmes she's in, but not all of her medications" i shrug, running out of clothes to fold. Now I have nothing to distract myself with. I raise my head up to meet his gaze. It's full of sorrow, I hate that look, it's why I don't choose to share this story, also why I have so few people in my life.

Two hours passed with me studying pauses, rewinds, still frames. I was searching in the wrong place. The realization came suddenly. The accident story was only the surface. The real answer was in the video. A mental institution. Start from the basics. I began compiling a list of psychiatric facilities in the city. Government hospitals. Private clinics. Long term care homes. Rehabilitation centers. I searched directories, medical listings, hidden databases. One by one, I checked their patient directories. Nothing. No Evelyn. No similar records. I didn’t stop.