Asylum

Ive been working on this for a while but this is what i have so far. If anyone has any help i would liike it. Or any plot ideas.....

Asylum

“Can you tell me what happened?” The man across from me asks me in a fake soothing voice. I just stare at the pimple that is pulsing on the tip of his nose. His greasy hair fell over his eyes and he pushes his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. I looked around his desk his word of the day calendar read Tuesday September 3rd 1942; the word of the day: insane. Two tall stacks of manila folders sat on the corner closest to me; each with the same address, St. James Psychiatric Hospital 1661 Pinewood lane St. James New Mexico 6600. Suddenly, the dark small wood paneled office got stuffy and I shifted in my chair. The sun barely peered in through the wood shades over the windows. It highlighted the tiny dust particles that floated in the air. “Serenity? Can you answer me?” I narrow my eyes, my arms folded over my chest.

“Why should it matter? I’m going to the Looney bin anyways.” I said my expression on my face blank.

“You are not going to the Looney bin. We just need to know what happened so we can figure out what mental state you are in.” I sighed and looked away, thinking of the events that happened early that day.

It was the beginning of the school week and it had already been rotten. I woke up late this morning and missed the school bus so I had to walk to school in the rain. By the time I walked the three miles to school, my shoes were like heavy cement blocks around my ankles. My black curly hair was now plastered against my cheeks making it heavier with every rain drop. Groaning, I pushed my bangs away from my eyes and trudged to the front steps of the school. A splash behind me made me stop, I know that stomp. Oh great, it’s Marybeth. Gulping, I turned around to face her. “You’re late freshman,” She said in her man voice.

“Yea so, I-I slept in late.” I stuttered as I shifted my back pack to my other shoulder. I blinked away the water on my eyelashes and stared at her.

“You know what I do to people who are late.” She growled and took a step towards me. I nodded and looked around, the clock on the tower said quarter to seven. I have fifteen minutes to get to my first hour class. If I don’t get away now, my punishment would come. I stared at my shoes and I bent over and took them off so I could run faster. This was not the smartest idea I have ever done. While I was bent over, Marybeth came and kicked me right over. I landed on my back with the wind knocked out of me. I sat up but was kicked down again. Gritting my teeth, I held in a scream and took what I deserved. The kicking and punching and being stomped on seemed to last forever. Finally I heard the warning bell, and it was five to. When the bell rang I heard Marybeth clop away with her heavy feet. I lay still, waiting for my body to give up. But my brain kept sending signals about pain. I closed my eyes and covered my head with my backpack and waited for the day to end.

But the day didn’t end. I felt a tap on my shoulder and my backpack being lifted off of my face. “Hey you, get up and get to class.” My eyes snapped open and I turned and attacked the unidentified person behind me. I sat on their chest and just knocked the snot out of him. I got up and kicked their sides and stomped on them, just like what Marybeth did. I walked away, turned and ran quickly ready to land on him, but hands grabbed me and I almost fell. I kicked and screamed and swore as I was sat down on the front steps. I heard screams, and crying. People were asking me questions but I just curled up, covered my eyes and blocked out the world around me.

“Serenity, come back. Please answer my question.” I blinked back and I looked back at the man in front of me.

“I didn’t mean to do anything.” I answered finally, “I was late for school and Marybeth attacked me first.” I looked down and played with my hands. “I thought it was Marybeth coming back to finish the job. I didn’t mean to do it!” I screamed and fell off my chair and coiled up into a ball on the cheese colored carpet.

“Why did Marybeth attack you?” He asked me writing down notes on a clip board.

“I don’t know. I was late for school. I deserved it.”

“Why were you late for school?”

“I-I,” I paused, “I slept in late.”

“Really?” He said slowly, more of a statement not a question.

“Yes.” He nodded slowly and scribbled some more notes. “So I answered your question.” I stood up, getting ready to go.

“Sit down, Serenity,” he ordered, and I did as I was told. “Your mental state is not stable. I’m going to have you stay at a hospital overnight for observation.”

“No way am I staying in a looney bin.” I objected standing up slamming both hands on the table.

“Its not a looney bin. It’s just a normal hospital. We just have to make sure that you don’t have any aftershock,” he said calmly handing me a glass of water. It wasn’t even a glass, it was a foam cup. I snatched the cup from him and swallowed it in one gulp, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Just one night, no more,” I growled, “Or you’re going to lose your job.” He nods and scribbled it down. The door opened and a large woman with broad shoulders came in and took my upper arm and literally dragged me out of the room.

We pushed through a couple of doors that we had to be buzzed to be let in. I looked down the long white florescent lit hallway as the doors opened. I felt my cheeks flush from panic as we started down. The guards to my left and to my right stared straight on, not even acknowledging me. As we walked, I was amazed by all the doors that lined the hallway. Each door had a small window, so I stole a look. Little kids up to adults sat, locked up, in a solitary room with white walls just like the hallway. A young girl, only about four, ran up to the door and peered out, her cheeks stained with tear trails. Her mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. I tried to stop, but I was just pushed along. A teen girl about 13, my age, sat on her bed wearing only a hospital gown, rocking back and forth on the green plastic mattress on the iron rod frame. Her long blonde hair was covering her face but I could see her lips moving. The next room had a little boy, not even a year, who was sitting in a crib. He didn’t have a blanket, or a pacifier. Just the same mattress like every other room. We just kept walking past the other rooms.

As we got to the end of the hallway, we turned a corner and buzzed through the next set of doors. This was a larger room and there were many more guards and some typing at desks. We stopped at the first counter and I was told to sign a bunch of papers and had my fingerprints copied and my picture taken. We continued to the next counter, where I was searched and given new clothes. I changed into the oatmeal colored scrubs and my shoes were taken and replaced by slippers. This caught me off guard because I was only supposed to stay here for only one night. The next counter I was given my room number, 999. “How many rooms does this place have?” I thought as a different nurse escorted me to the female ward level 2. Level two was set for severe mental patients. Why was I being sent up there? There is nothing wrong with me. Or is there?

As my information was being processed, I was given a tour of where I was allowed to go without an adult and where I cannot go without an adult. The common places were the lobby, cafeteria, hallways, nurses’ station and rooms. Places I couldn’t go by myself where the treatment rooms, nurses’ office, men’s ward, kitchen, and the physical training and treatment room. I was only allowed to see the various cases of insane men during lunch or when we are allowed to be outside for good behavior. I know I’m not going to be able to go out because my behavior is going to be shocking. So, good bye Mr. Sun.

My first day at the Looney bin was lonely. I sat on the hard bed and stared at the walls. When I was in my room, I had to wear the ugly checkered hospital gown and I had to wear the scrubs when I was outside of my room. I scratched at the rash I was getting on my back from the fabric of the gown. I rubbed my back against the smooth wall, which didn’t really help. I quickly switched to my scrubs and walk out of my room.

As the door closed behind me with a click, I stared down the hallway. Both sides were empty, except the soft murmur that came from the room beside me. I tiptoed up to the window and peeped into the little window. Helia sat on her bed; her legs were swinging back and forth while her head was bent down. She looked up and saw me, and smiled. Her smile was not a smile. The doctors here thought that her teeth would be a weapon to her and removed all thirty-two of them, without anesthetic, and due to this painful operation she didn’t talk anymore. If she talked, to was confusing to listen and you’d get covered in spit. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, so I continued down the hall to the nurses’ station.

Sitting at the desk, was the head nurse. Tama looked up from her work to look at me. “What can I do for you, Serenity?” She asked me, and inhaled on her cigarette.

“I need to see the doctor.” I said coughing a little form the smoke. Tama nodded and slide the bullet-proof glass window closed and came out. I followed her to the back room and sat on the rigid wooden table.

“What is wrong?” She asked, her voice mono-tone.

“I have a rash on my back from the hospital gown.” I explained twisting my arm around to scratch at it.

“You cannot get a rash from the gowns,” She chuckled and wrote it down.

“Well, I’m allergic to the material,” I stated raising my voice.

“Calm down, Serenity. I’ll have the doctor look at your back.” As if on cue, the doctor walked in wearing a blood stained white shirt with a black rubber apron.

“Well, Serenity, what’s the matter today?” he asked me, bending down to look into my eyes.

“The-the hospital gowns you-you make me wear are giving me a rash,” I stammered, as he made me lie down on my belly. He lifted up my shirt and looked at the rash that started on my upper back and all the way down my back and around my sides. His cold hands felt good against my scorching skin.

“I see” he muttered as he turned to the tray of tools next to him. “This may hurt.” He said as he brought the scalpel down to my back.

“Wait! What are you going to do?” I asked, panic settling in my stomach.

“I need to eliminate the blisters that are on your back. You have put them there.”

“No I didn’t. The gown did.”

“Do not blame an inanimate object, Serenity.” His tone stern, “Now stay calm and quite.” I took a deep breath as I felt the blade put pressure on my spine. Roaring pain shot up my spine as it exploded. I screamed out, jerking my body away from him. “Serenity, darling, this isn’t going to get better it you don’t stay still.” His fake voice didn’t work with me; I jumped off the table and ran to the door. I tugged and pulled and twisted the doorknob but it wouldn’t open. I screamed as he came towards me, and one of my kicks connected with one of his shins. He grunted and took a hold of me.

“No!” I screamed, “Let me go!” He placed me on the table, one hand on my neck another strapping me to the table. The leather rubbed against my bare back making the pain worse. I kicked my feet up while my mouth was slammed against the stiff table. The racket caused a nurse to come in with a gag in his hand. The nurse wrapped the thick gag around my mouth and walked away, letting the doctor finish. The bursting of the blisters was unbearable and soon the cloth in my mouth became sour and wet with saliva and tears.

“There Serenity, its all better.” I heard the leather straps unbuckle and I was loose. “That wasn’t too bad. Now was it?” I slowly sat up, my back protesting.

“No, it just hurts worse.” I sobbed, “Can’t I just wear the scrubs all the time?” He shook his head no and walked out of the room. The nurse came in, handed me a cup of water. I gulped it down fast and walked to my room.

“Serenity, tell me more about you.”

“What is there to know?”

“A lot, by the way your school record looks.” He slapped down a folder with my name on it.

“There is nothing to say.” The therapist in front of me shook his head.

“The doctors warned me that you would be stubborn.”

“Stubborn but not insane,”

“Good, good.” He wrote it down, “So, what does it mean to be insane?” I sighed and answered the question.

“A nutcase, a looney, crazy, lunatic, explosive, drug addict and more. I’m none of those.”

“Okay, then why are you where?”

“I-I, I attacked a school staff.” I threw my head back and closed my eyes.

“Why don’t you start from when you were born?”

“I-I, I can’t. I won’t go back. Nothing you say or do will get to me to go back.” I stood up from the couch and walked around the room.

“What happened back then that you don’t want to go back to?” He asked me softly while scribbling notes.

“Nothing that involves you.” I ended up by the windows.

“Maybe talking about it would help you get out of here.”

“You really think so Dr. Tumble?” I walked over to him. He took off his glasses and put them aside with his pad of paper. He leaned closer to me and whispered.

“Listen, the cameras in this room can see but can’t hear us. I’ll tell u this; I’m going to give you a journal to write in. Don’t them let them catch you with it. Write in it everyday and bring it with you when we meet. Can you do that?”

“Yes, what am I supposed to write about?”

“Anything that comes to mind.” I nodded slowly as he walked behind his desk. Dr. Tumble held up a key and slipped it into a lock on a drawer. The soft click was barely noticeable as he pulled out a small book. As he walked back, I noticed that he seemed to walk on air. He handed me a small cloth covered journal with a golden latch. I opened it and brushed my fingertips against the soft yellowed pages.

“Wow,” I gasped under my breath.

“I was saving this for someone special.” I looked into his soft blue eyes. “It was my great-great grandmother’s from when she emigrated from Nepal.”

“I’ll take good care of it.” He smiled and handed me a pencil that was freshly sharpened.

“I know you will.” He winked and sat back in his chair. “Good luck.” He said as a dismissal. I flashed him a smile and walked out, the meeting was over.

One good thing in my room was that there were no cameras. I shut the door and sat on my bed; forgetting to change. The journal sat in my lap, the pencil glistened in the lights. Smiling, I opened it and started writing.

“My name is Serenity June Parker. I am a patient at St. James Psychiatric Hospital in St. James New Mexico. I am 14 of age and I believe I am not insane…”

I looked up from my journal, and tucked it in the waistband of my pants and opened the door. Standing, a few inches shorter than me Helia smiled up at me. “What?” I answered, leaning against the door frame.

“Tis time for a dinner.” I barely understood what she meant but by the way the sun was setting and the hallways smelled, I guessed it was dinner time.

I shut the door behind me, making sure I had my journal. I followed Helia down the hall passing people who are just coming out of their rooms. The large cafeteria was crowded with both men and women off all shapes and sizes. Both genders stayed away from each other, males on one side; females on another.

Helia and I sat down with our trays of food at a table of Helia’s friends. “Helia, who is this?” one asked as I sat down. Man, does it feel so much like high school.

“I’m Serenity.”

“Serenity? Are you that new one up on floor two?”

“Yes…that’s me.” I said as a sigh.

“What did you do to get up there?” Before I answered, I studied the girl asking me questions. Her long blonde was hanging over her eyes, I couldn’t see her face.

“I attacked a school staff.” I mumbled,

“That’s why you were sent up to floor two? That’s not even worth floor one.” They all chuckled and shook their heads.

“I was sent up there because I cut myself.” A brunette said, showing me her scared wrists. I gulped down the vomit that came up.

“Oh.” I picked up the spoon and slowly ate my food.

Chapter 2

My Past

After dinner was over, and I went back to my room, I pulled out my journal and sat behind my bed and continued what I wrote….

“What does it mean to be insane? What leads a person to be insane? You have to start from the beginning of their story. The very beginning, the day they were born. I will tell u my story, if u think u can handle it.

The day I was born was the greatest day for my parents. They were happy newlyweds who were very excited about their first child. My mother was just starting her last year of college and met my father at the school. He was a janitor at the school but didn’t have enough money to actually go to college.

Nine months after their wedding, I was born at St. Isaac Hospital and I was a big fuss from the nurses.

I was a healthy baby; with thick black hair when I was born (I wasn’t bald like most babies). I slept through the night, and didn’t cause too much trouble for my parents…..”

I looked up from my journal and sighed, my hand was cramping from all this writing. I got up and placed the journal underneath my pillow, hoping the nurses will not find it. A knock came at the door and a face popped up in the little glass window at the top of the door. “Time for bed,” I nodded and lied down on the hard green mattress that stuck to my skin. Sighing, I pulled my hair under my face to act like a pillow. The lights in the hall clicked off and I lied there, staring at the white ceiling.