Psych Ward Stories Novels & Stories

I woke up in a strange surrounding. At first, everywhere seemed blank till the wares began to manifest. I could visibly see the blue curtains, the white wall, the ceiling was white too and the figure over me had white on. Too much white I thought. I closed my eyes and opened them immediately. My forehead felt sore and was terrible aching. I felt my forehead with my right palm. It was covered with a bandage. "Are you okay? " whispered the person in white standing over me. He bent over. He is a man. I looked around and it dawned on me that I was in a hospital ward. The drip hooked to my hand, the annoying scent of medication, the patients lying around like lettuce and the hospital attendants r

He continued as he pressed the needle against my skin, unbothered as I fought, twisted and vibrated in resistance. Like I was doing at the moment despite that there were no doctors. No nurses. Just me and my goddamned memory haunting me. I fought the strait jacket, pushing against the belts that kept my arms hugging me. I bounced off the floor, like I did back then, phasing in and out of the white walls. My skin felt like hundreds of needles pricked it. I could hear their voices, whispers of judgment. “Drug-induced psychosis.” “He’s better in there. Less of a threat to himself and to the world.”

I always have to spoil the fun. “That can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” My dad narrowed his eyes and waited patiently as I said, “I need your help. It seems like I'm seeing things. The series of events began after I met with a patient in Our Lady of Piety's psychiatric hospital. He is a killer and a very scary one. The interview allowed me to determine the pathologies. In addition to schizophrenia, he suffers from neurotic episodes. But that is all. The strange thing is that he was speaking as if he was from another planet.”

" the first warder shouted. "Your whore mother is not here to pick you up when you fall, you criminal! This is fucking prison" the second warder thundered. "You are exactly where the likes of you belong, the third warder said casually as he laughed enjoyably. He seemed to be enjoying every bit of my mistreatment at the hands of his colleagues. I just stayed there as the physical and oral assaults rained on me, the other prisoners laughed too, and that was when I realized that I had been going through the whole thing the wrong way. This is the streets all over again. Yes, it's different in some ways but it was the same fucking thing I had faced all my life. Just like that, I came back to my

Hastily, Berry closed his phone screen to conceal that He had been looking at medications-related websites. "Oh, no, Doctor. I can manage..." Berry replied nervously. Doctor David smiled. "But you're slower than the other nurses. Instead of relying on G****e, it would be better to seek assistance from your fellow professionals in organizing the medications. If you're unfamiliar with the psychiatric medications used in this hospital, Beredith..." "Ah," Berry's face immediately flushed upon hearing the name Beredith mentioned by Doctor David. "Uh, Doctor, my name is not Beredith... It's just Reddit."

"What about the girl who got burned?" " We believe that she knew something important about these strange deaths." said the Sheriff. "I thought that the burned girl was a different case. This is quite shocking. The killer is now targeting few people." "We would like to know what happened here," said Agent Wilson. "Yesterday one of the ward nurses behaved strangely. A psychiatrist of our hospital recognized that she was hypnotised." "So did somebody made her steal blood from the blood bank?" asked the Sheriff. "No." The sheriff and the agent looked at each other confused.

Hoping the routine of tending patients would quiet the chaos running in my mind. Instead, I walked into a wall of stares. Conversations stopped mid-sentence when I entered. Heads turned. Eyes followed my every movement. And the whispers began at my back and stopped whenever I was passing. And the worst part was that they were not being discreet about it. I caught fragments as I moved through the ward, checking on patients, changing bandages, trying to act normal. "...impossible recovery..." "...dead, Hilde said she was dead..." "...something strange about that girl..."

He said he wanted to help me, so he tried to tell my so-called parents about this. It was no surprise what those two said. They said that it was fine as long as I was not dead. Since then, my life in the mental hospital became a living hell. I was mistreated by everyone, whether it was my wardmates, doctors, or even the cleaners. In just a few years, I aborted seven babies. After I finished speaking, the ward became silent. It was only after a long while that the lead reporter finally spoke up. “Is this why you killed them?

I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive myself. Or Martha for that matter. Why the hell was Cherish out there alone? Has everyone lost their minds and forgotten the depraved, psychotic people that lurk around every single door? The guards work here because they are frustrated drunks with gambling debts, the men fight to death here because they have no choice. The ones who do like fighting such as Denton, Shay, Maxwell, and Philo are deviants of the worst kind.

If you didn’t know and was caught inside, the security would escort you out. Lara When I got back to the lab, the craziness calmed down. My co-workers are just mingling in the halls outside of the lab waiting to draw or the time to pass. Really, overnight shift is boring and it’s the easiest shift ever. As I was walking up, I could hear them laughing and joking around. “Hey, Lara, did you hear what happened,” someone asked me, I didn’t recognize the voice. “No, but do tell,” I responded mischievously with a smile on my face. My eyes scanned the group and fell on Shan. “Well, let’s start off with, one of the psych ward patients went walking around the hospital with a broken IV pole,” M