Young Writers Society

Something inside me is telling me to watch those clouds, I don’t know why but I do it. I walk over to the dusty window and peer out into the sky. Rain is hammering down like nails, hitting hard onto the ground, making small dents onto the gray pavement. I want it to stop, but it wont. My fists hit hard onto the dusty window.

“Stop!” I argue,

A nurse comes up to me, she’s got the friendly smile on her face again, I don’t like it. It scares me just looking at her so-called innocent face. She taps my shoulder, her hands soft as tissue, her voice as smooth as an angel singing. Though I don’t care about her. I hate her guts, it’s the nurse’s fault I had to share the ward with other people who are crazy. Though I’m not, I’m just fine. I know nothing is wrong with me. She takes me over to my bed. Its light blue sheets crunched up together. She tidies it up and helps me lie on it.

“Its time for you to go to sleep Rachel,” she says,

I nod, too tired to argue, the wall that my body is turned away from shadows me. Pictures of my mum and dad hang up there like hooks, old and battered. My dad’s face reminds me of a dog. Pug ugly. Sometimes I act like I don’t know them; I think that famous Hollywood stars are. Like Madonna, yer, she’s my mum. I smile as my eyes flutter, my smile is like a miracle has been made. I start to dream about the things around me. I first dream about Arnold who was next to my bed. He is only 15 but had mega coughing fits and likes banging his head against the wall. His name appears, smooth and strong, then all of a sudden his name stresses me out. His name is no longer smooth or is no longer straight. His name reminds me of wood, and how rigid it is. I turn over and dream about the girl in front of me. Her long black hair reminds me of my bedroom rug, and her red skin reminds me of a lobster. She wanted to be brown, she didn’t like her pale appearance. So she painted it brown, a strong muddy brown. It took two days of agonizing screaming and kicking to get it off. Her name also appears just like Arnold, her name, Lanah is straight and soothing, then it suddenly went rigid. I suddenly wake up, my lungs sore from my screaming. It won’t go away, more names are appearing and is going crazy. Arnold has woken me up, my body’s sweat is making my body sticking together. I start to scream again. I want it to go away! Lanah from across from me pulls away her and mine curtains and points a finger to me. I can see that she has done self-harm to her wrists.

“Shut up Rachel before I beat you one!” She spat,

The nurse at the end of the ward wakes up, her once neat bun on the top of her head is now like a big knot. I can tell she was sleeping. I carry on screaming as more names pop up, Nurse, doctor, mum. The nurse presses the red button by my bed. It’s like a horn, I lay there, scared and sore. Other nurses and a doctor comes over to me. Two of them then go to the people I woken up. The doctor stays with me.

“Its okay Rachel, don’t worry.” He whispers,

Once again his voice soothes me, I become relaxed. He rubs my back and repeats what he just said, and then he gets up and whispers to the closest nurse.

I start to get jealous, he’s my friend not yours! My head shouts,

I rub it, hoping it will get better. The nurse walks quickly to the newly made desk and picks up some pills.

No, no! No more pills! It shouts,

I back away, my hands in front of my mouth. They can’t make me take those pills, they’re killers. They make you go crazy!

“Come on! They won’t kill you, honey!” Smiles the doctor,

I look into his dreamy eyes, I nod, thinking he’s right. I know he won’t try to kill me. He’s nice, I know that for a fact. He opens the pill case and puts one in my mouth.

“Now suck on it, what does it taste like Rachel?” He says,

I look at him with a great big smile, it was my favorite flavor. Chocolate!

I suck on the heavenly pill and within minutes I fall asleep, this time the crazy words have vanished. All I dream is chocolate.