Act Normal, Get Out
When I first arrived on the unit, I was placed in a room that had an empty bed next to mine. I started to wonder if the other guy was in the bathroom or something. I was not in the mood for any friendly conversation. It was about 2 or 3 in the morning, and the sedative that they gave me when I came in was no where near enough to put this boy's mind at peace. I called for the nurse and asked her if I could have something more to put me to sleep. I told her, "I need something that would knock a horse out." She was kind enough to go and ask for me but later came back with bad news: "Your doctor didn’t prescribe you anything for sleep but he'll be here in a couple days and you could ask him about it then." She turned out the light and quickly walked away, probably in fear that I might ask for something else. Damn, damn, damn!
The nurse did tell me that I didn’t have a roommate yet, so this put me at ease a little. I spent that entire night staring at faces that were looking at me from the ceiling. Sometimes they would communicate, and sometimes they would just stare right back at me. I could tell that these spirits were pissed off at me for allowing myself to be admitted there. And truthfully, I was too. I came for help, but be careful what you wish for.
The night slowly went on and I had no patience. I looked up at the wall paper border that stretched around the entire room. It had drawings of big flowers on it. Not pleasant ones either. They reminded me of weeds or sticks...those plants that are so unattractive that gardeners pull them out of the ground and away from their flowers.
The drawing started to move and the room began closing around me. The drawing then came out of the wall and started coming towards me. It had turned into a carriage with a demonic figure seated inside it. I was scared shitless and didn’t know of a correct way to respond to this. The evil spirits were obviously expressing their anger. I clenched my fists as you would right before a battle, and did that for most of the night.
There was no way out, and I was frozen with fear of what the spirits might do next. All I could do was lie there helpless…forced to face what was happening.
The nurse did tell me that I didn’t have a roommate yet, so this put me at ease a little. I spent that entire night staring at faces that were looking at me from the ceiling. Sometimes they would communicate, and sometimes they would just stare right back at me. I could tell that these spirits were pissed off at me for allowing myself to be admitted there. And truthfully, I was too. I came for help, but be careful what you wish for.
The night slowly went on and I had no patience. I looked up at the wall paper border that stretched around the entire room. It had drawings of big flowers on it. Not pleasant ones either. They reminded me of weeds or sticks...those plants that are so unattractive that gardeners pull them out of the ground and away from their flowers.
The drawing started to move and the room began closing around me. The drawing then came out of the wall and started coming towards me. It had turned into a carriage with a demonic figure seated inside it. I was scared shitless and didn’t know of a correct way to respond to this. The evil spirits were obviously expressing their anger. I clenched my fists as you would right before a battle, and did that for most of the night.
There was no way out, and I was frozen with fear of what the spirits might do next. All I could do was lie there helpless…forced to face what was happening.
posted by Elias Lemoon | 4:08 PM
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