Alyssa
The boy, I think his name was Isaac, was right. Those medications made me sick too. The nurse sighed and I saw the flash of a needle.
"What the hell is wrong with you people here?" I asked suddenly, startling even myself. Everyone looked my way, but I knew I couldn't control myself now. I knew how I got when I was angry. Only this time it felt like a...weaker anger. I don't know what is was, but it was weird.
"Excuse me, Alyssa," the nurse said kindly. "Don't worry. You're still a little new, but some people here can be...stubborn."
"Stubborn?" I asked, incredulously. "No, people here are smart. The medications you gave me yesterday made me sick. I keep feeling weaker and weaker."
"Don't worry, you'll get better, dear," she smilied. "Please, just let me do my job." I clenched my fists. She was talking to me as if I was a child!
"Don't worry?" I asked, my voice and temper rising dangerously. "You sent me to a fucking looney bin, diagnosing me with something that dosen't even explain anything! You doctors are out of your freaking minds! Maybe you should be the ones put in this shit hole."
"Alyssa if you don't calm down I'm going to have to make you calm down. Get it?" She asked. My body trembled and the nurse froze up. She twisted and turned, but her arms and legs stayed locked to her body.
"You can't make me do anything," I hissed. "I am not a toy here. You may beat your diagnosis's into your other patients heads but I don't buy it. I won't believe it because you're wrong."
The glass vase on the table exploded and the broken glass littered the floor. I lost my concentration and it was like something broke. I felt weak and tired. The nurse walked up to me. It was obvious how much she hated me right now.
"I can see we aren't going to like each other very much, are we? Even here you lose your temper. You threw something at that vase because you were angry, didn't you?" She asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, because I have nothing better to do than smash vases," I replied. My attempt at sarcasm fell flat. I was just so tired. "You know it shattered on it's own."
Then I felt the needle meant for the other boy stab into my arm. I refused to fall asleep but the medicine was killing the little resistance I had left.
"Vases don't shatter on their own," the nurse whispered in my ear. "And next time you pull another stunt like this, you won't get a warning like this. So, new girl, I hope you enjoy your stay at Lyle House."
I was too tired to recognize the threat. I didn't care. I just needed to sleep.
