Mental Institutions Stories Novels & Stories

he said. She told him. The stories that survived. The communities that built record-keeping in narrative because institutions failed them. The specific, living practice of keeping things true by telling them. He listened. Completely. “Your stream and my unit,” he said when she finished. “Are having a conversation they didn’t know about,” she said. “Until now,” he said. “Until now,” she agreed. He held her gaze. “We should build something,” he said. “What kind of something?” she said.

She was crying… and laughing. There will be two nutjobs in that house if she will not let me leave. She murdered someone and her bloody handprints were all over my shirt. Gosh, I have never killed a person. Why didn’t any of her staff care to take her to a mental institution? She’s lost it… and her insanity was the reason why she couldn’t make her stories appealing. I took my phone and tried to make a call but someone grabbed and broke it. “Is there a problem here?” Every of the staff bowed their heads down.

Finding Nicolas Rogers's former patients wasn't as easy as Raven and I initially thought. Four of them moved out, and it was impossible to track them without hiring a private investigator. The fifth was in the mental institution, and the final one refused to talk about her miscarriage, threatening she would call the police if Raven or I mentioned it again.

"It is said that they used to be wealthy, most of them started companies with their husbands, but later the husbands wanted to take over the companies themselves, so they had to find a way to make their wives disappear. They would first drug them to make them mentally unstable, and then use the excuse of sending them to a Sanatorium to send them here to be humiliated. Several of the mentally ill patients' husbands are phoenix men, once they enter here, everything at home belongs to the male side." Lena had considered many possibilities for the Sanatorium, but she had not expected the truth to far exceed her understanding. She found it funny and really laughed out loud. The two words "livesto

After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? Then one day, I caught something on TV that sent chills down my spine. The mental hospital I was in was in the news: a scandal broke out. Staff were arrested for a laundry list of horrors: embezzlement, violence, severe patient abuse, and some were even accused of human experimentation, organ trafficking, and murder. The worst of them were facing the death penalty. The memories of pain I buried came flooding back. I took deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

Marius and papa can only watch me with distraught expressions, but none of them take a step towards me. On the way to the mental institution, I continue to insist to the police that Leslie set me up, that I’m not hallucinating or anything of that sort. But the more I explain myself, the more they see me as a dangerous, crazy woman. My tears fall harder, my sobs echo louder as soon as we arrive at the institution. I fight back, trying to free myself from both the police and the nurses’ grips as they drag me deeper into the eerie facility. I’m placed into a small room, restrained by a straitjacket. Murmurs keep rushing out of my mouth, but I can’t understand any of it.

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"She's in a hospital. She's been there for four weeks. She's under twenty-four-hour medical supervision. Her husband rarely leaves her side. All of that is verifiable fact." "But is it a psychiatric facility or a regular hospital?" "Does it matter? She's hospitalized for issues related to mental and emotional stress. The specific type of facility is semantics." Another pause, longer this time. "You're asking me to run a story that's deliberately misleading at best and completely false at worst."

"What made you do that?" "They had to think the drug had an impact on me, or otherwise I'd be fished out." "What exactly do you mean?" "What exactly is this place?" Cora inquired, a scowl on her face. "This is a psychiatric institution, for fuck's sake!" "What?' "Yes. They think we are all crazy." Cora thought the blond eyes would fall out if she continued speaking "And you, I saw you chatting to those sick individuals" she fidgeted with the spoon.

She didn’t look apologetic, not that he was bothered in the least by it. “Yeah right.” He nods, his eyes twinkling. “I heard from a few guys down at the dock that the hospital is open again.” Her brows creased and she shot me a look I couldn’t decipher. Before I got a chance to ask what he meant, she started speaking. “There is a mental institution close by that some people use as their center for illegal things.” She explains.