Mental (ch.1)

NOTE: This kind of sucks. I wrote it in 7th grade and it's based on a creepy dream I had. Should I make it romance/horror? Well, I don't know what genre I would consider this because it is about heaven and hell and this girl saving the world. Well, anyways....should I add romance? Comment, please :]

The nurse came into my room. She gave me my pills. I smiled and put them in my mouth. When she turned around I spit them into my shirt and drank the little cup of complimentary water that came with the crazy pills. The nurse turned back to me, smiled , and went away. I cussed.

I sat up on my cot and wrote in my journal again. It was the journal I had to write in everyday, and give to my counselor every month. I shook my head as I wrote down my thoughts. A man in a uniform came in and called to me “Julia? Breakfast awaits.”

I grumbled. “Thanks”

I headed out for the Café O' Crazy, as I would call it. I walked with the only girl I really knew, which was Millie Sparks. She was the only other sane person there, beside me. She was “Emo”, her parents sent her here because they didn’t want her in their house. I felt a little remorse for her as she strode toward me.

Millie waved at me, a big grin on her face, scars and huge gashes on her arm. It stung whenever I looked at them.

I waved back.

She smiled and walked over to me. “Are you taking those pills?”

I laughed “Hah, yeah right. How about you?”

She shrugged “After the first couple of weeks of taking them, my thoughts, nor me changed, so I stopped, but it doesn’t matter if I do or don’t, my parents still think I'm all screwed up anyways.”

I smirked, but I wasn't happy.

The Café O' Crazy was the same wreck as it always was. Insane women were sitting down everywhere. Some of them weren’t insane at all, some just had disorders. Some were diagnosed with dangerously serious problems, too. My diagnosis was apparently “borderline personality/schizophrenic” I chuckled aloud at that thought.

I started heading back for my room after I was done eating. I waved goodbye to Millie as we separated, and went into my room. I thought about my family and how my life was, or how I even got into this mental institution. I leaned on the wall in front of my nightstand placed right beside my cot. I glared around the room. White walls, blue cot, white door, brown dresser and night stand. What a nightmare, I thought.

I reached over to my nightstand and got a pen and a piece of paper and started writing about the first night everything went to hell.

I came out of my room. My older brother Rocky came out of the shower. “Hey sis. Nice day huh?”I yawned “Rock it's morning, pul- lese I don't know shit about what kind of day it’s going to be.”

I fell asleep after writing that little excerpt. When I woke up my paper was gone. I looked to the ground and growled. “Damn cleaning people.”

The next day I had to go to my counselors office so she can read my journal. I hated her, her name was Ms. Lamaro. She looked at my book then she set it down on her chair. She pondered at my face for a moment.

"So what’s wrong now doc? Am I fucking crazy like everyone thinks or are you shitheads going to believe me?"
Ms. Lamaro shook her head. "You're not crazy you're-"
I interrupted "I'm challenged and blah, blah, blah. When the hell are you going to take me seriously? I don’t even know why I'm in this institution Ms. L and I certainly do not know who put me in here, and one things certain I am not CRAZY! Or challenged! Or Emo, or schizophrenic. I am right."
Ms. Lamaro just looked past my head. "Take her back" She said to the man in the white uniform. He nodded and dragged me up to my feet. "One last thing Ms. L," I smiled "When you're dead because of my fucking little demon sister, you remember that I told you, and I was right, you bitch."

I sat on the bed in my room, quietly. I was thinking about my old life, as I always did, and if I could've just committed suicide.
“Bah,” I said to myself three hours later and looked around the room. I decided to go to my counselor, again. Ms. Lamaro seemed surprised to see me. "What can I help you with?"
I sighed, "I need you to listen to my story, please."
Ms Lamaro shook her head for two lingering minutes, but finally answered. "Fine."
I started, "It was morning, I came out of my room. I was going to the bathroom and I heard my little brother Jake, and my little sister, Jess, playing in their room. The room was white, there was two small beds in one corner, a wooden chest, a lamp hanging on the wall, and a dresser. I remember looking at the blue carpeting and seeing red spots. I didn’t think they were anything. But my sister caught me looking at them, when I looked up she stopped."
Ms. Lamaro interrupted "Stopped"
I nodded "Yeah, you know, like when you do something that your not supposed to be doing, and then you hear someone and you suddenly stop whatever you were doing, because you don’t want to get caught. Well that what she did. So I walked out of the room, and I heard this creaking sound, but I ignored it."
Ms. Lamaro smiled "Well it's the end of my shift so I will have to ask you to tell me this story another time." I smirked. How convenient.

The next day was completely insane. Just like me, apparently.

I guess I should explain what happened.

I got up. It was five, not usually the time I got up. I guess there was too much going on in my head. I jumped onto my feet and looked outside. It was bleak. Just as cloudy and depressing as in here. I sat for two hours straight, just sitting, passing the time, no thinking involved, just sitting. The nurse was surprised to see me awake when she unlocked the door to give me my pills.

I looked up at her “Ever get tired of working here?”

The nurse gave me this weird look and I could feel time slow down significantly. The room went black and everything was blurry accept for the nurse and I. Her eyes went all white and her face turned horrid and it was distorted. I sat in front of her, watching her. No fear came to my mind as she grumbled the words I knew I should be cringing for. “She will bring hell unto this world in four days, then he will come, the king of the underworld and all that is sinful, he will come for you’re soul and dominate this world. Angels will come down and fail to stop him, because she has too much power. The devil will go to heaven and will slaughter our father who art in heaven and his son Jesus Christ and finally he will dominate the earth as his own, and god shall not be able to stop him. Save us.” She pleaded.

I was panicking now, looking at her eyes which captivated me. The events she told me were going to happen flashed in my mind. Then it stopped and I was on my feet, my hands around the nurses shoulders. I screamed, “What! What did you say? What the fuck, how do you know this?”

All of the sudden the room's doom and gloom was dissolving away and the nurse turned normal, again. I let my arms dropped and I started laughing. Maybe I was insane.

The nurse sighed contentedly.“Are you okay sweetie?”

I was calmer now, and I shook my head.

The nurse said something, but I wasn't paying attention. I was think of what the nurse said before. I snapped my head up when I heard the nurse say in a harder voice, “I said ‘It’s time for pills.’” She shook her head “Are you alright?"

I shook my head and sat on my bed, again. “Oh, yeah.” I said discouragingly.

She handed me my pills. I dumped them, drank my water, she turned back to me, and smiled .

Same as always.

Then the man in the white uniform came shortly after and said “Breakfast awaits.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know meathead.” The man gave a little sigh and walked away.

I went out of the room and I heard a “Psst,” I looked around, confused and then I saw Millie and her big green eyes, reflecting off her pale white face- they were very abstract.

I walked to her “What?” I whispered.

She whispered back, “You wanna ditch breakfast?”

I held my stomach. “Not really, I’m starved.” I huffed “Besides where are we gonna go?”

Millie grinned and pulled me down the hallway.