Eclipse | By : DAvalon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sum 41 Views: 1159 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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After leaving my mom, Dr. Reynolds had given me a tour of the institution. It was larger than I had anticipated. He had informed me that there were fifty other residence and many of them had the same problems as me. I think he told me that to comfort me but it didn’t do much. Dr. Reynolds had shown me a lot, the shower room, the bathrooms, the kitchen and cafeteria, the sitting room, the medication room, the doctor’s offices, and finally the room I would be sharing with three other occupants. Yes, he had also informed me that I would be sharing a room. I hoped that they weren’t completely nuts.
“This is your new room.” Dr. Reynolds informed me as I stepped through the oak door. “I hope that you find it to your liking.”
The room itself was narrow. There were four beds on the wall opposite the door. Between each bed was a nightstand with a small drawer. I was glad to see that each occupant would be using their own nightstand. I re cou couldn’t stand the thought of sharing something with a person who might be crazy. Across from the beds, lined up on the same wall as the door, were four dressers. The bed farthest away from the wall had a window right next to it and there was another window at the foot of the bed. I hoped that it was mine but I highly doubted it. All in all, the room was small and I was surprised it was meant for four people.
“Your things have already been unloaded for you. Your luggage was sent down to storage. Two of roommate will be here any second.”
“Why not all three of them?”
He didn’t answer my question; instead he walked over to the window not above the bed, opened it. For the first time, I noticed the bars that ran vertically down the window much like a prisons.
“There is a notebook inside your nightstand drawer. I expect you to write about your thoughts and feelings, dreams, anything you wish. You will need this notebook when you have your sessions. Dinner is served at five thirty sharp so I expect you to be there.”
As he ended his sentence, the door opened and two figures came bustling in. They were both boys about my age. One of them was tall with short brown hair. The other was shorter, about 5’7, with a dark complexion and a husky build. They were both looking at me with wondering eyes and I knew that they were silently asking the same question I was. Were they insane?
“This is Dave,” Dr. Reynolds pointed toward the black haired one. “And this is Steve.” He pointed toward the tall one. “They will be your roommates for the duration of your stay. Boys this is Jason.”
“Hello.” I muttered and the other two nodded.
“Well, I will leave you boys to get acquainted with one another. Remember, dinner is served at five thirty. Don’t be late!” He left after that, leaving me to the other boy’s mercy.
“So you’re Jay?” Dave asked, breaking the silence that had been bestowed on us after the doctor left. He offered a hand toward me and I took it in my own, shaking it as a formal greeting. “My name is Dave. It’s nice to meet you.”
My other hand was suddenly seized before I could speak to him and I noticed that the other boy had grabbed it and was shaking it up and down furiously. “My name is Steve!” He all but yelled excitedly. “Man, I am so glad that you are normal!” His face turned serious. “Watch out man. This place is crazy.”
Dave elbowed him in the stomached. “Shut up Steve.” He muttered before looking back at me. “So what are you in here for?”
They were going to find out eventually so I told them. “Insomnia and anxiety. Insomnia, yes. Anxiety, no.”
They nodded at what I told them. “What about you guys?”
Steve spoke first. “Supposedly I have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.” He muttered as he looked down at his watch, fixing it so the body was perfectly on top of his wrist. “I really don’t think its bad enough to be in here for. I mean, everyone has their peeves that they must perfect but seriously, throwing someone in here because of that. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.”
“I’m in here for depression. I really shouldn’t be in here either. I’m not suicidal or anything. My mom just freaked out and went with the first solution the doctor mentioned. I think that they just didn’t want to deal with me.” Dave told us. “People think that we're crazy but I really believe that it’s this place that makes you crazy. I can’t wait to get out.”
I nodded not knowing what to say to that.
“Oh, I am so glad that you are not crazy or like them!” Steve told me in a rush. “I mean, when I first got here I had no one. Then Dave came along and now you. This is so great. I mean, you are normal! Normal! Dave! Can you believe that? This is fucking crazy!” He began to prance around the room.
Dave must have noticed the look I was sending Steve for he chuckled lightly before saying, “Don’t worry about him. He’s just excited that we actually have a normal roommate. The last guy was very creepy.”
“The doctor said that there was another guy who shared this room. Where is he?”
Both their faces seemed a little distraught by my question. Dave was the one who answered the question although I could tell that he was hesitant. “Yeah, we have another roommate.”
“Where is he?”
“Right now he is in solitary confinement. Don’t know when he’s coming back. His name is Dereck and he’s one crazy little bastard.”
“Yeah! Man, this kid is fucked up. Rumor has it that he’s been in here for three years. I don’t doubt it either. He’s fucked up. One day at breakf thi this nurse named Bruce came to talk to him and he went fucking postal! Fuckin’ nuts! Broke the poor bastard’s nose with his fist and everything. It was crazy.”
“Why is he in solitary confinement now?”
“Well, he attacked this nurse. No one knows why. Just plain attacked him.”
“There had to have been a reason.”
“No one knows why. One minute all of us were walking down the hall and when Bruce came up to hand us our meds, Dereck went crazy. All the nurses on staff had to come and help get him off Bruce. For having such a small figure, that kid is very strong.”
I stopped asking questions at that point. It was too good to be true. I knew that God would somehow curse me with a crazy roommate. The two boys in front of me seemed pretty cool but I dreaded the thought of meeting the other. Quickly changing the subject, I asked, “so which bed is mine?”
Both Steve and Dave pointed toward the bed that was third in the row. “It’s the one next to Dereck’s.” Steve announced to me. “Dave’s the one right here. Mines next to his. Yours is there. And that’s Dereck’s.” He pointed toward the one underneath the window. “I know, lucky bastard was here long before I was so he got to pick where his bed was.”
I noticed Dave looking at something, which happened to be the caged clock above the door. “We better get going to dinner.” He muttered. “I don’t want Dr. Reynolds to get angry because were late.”
“Why the hell is the clock caged?”
Steve laughed at my question. “They think were going to steal it. No, its face is glass.”
“So…”
“It prevents the suicidals from succeeding.” He then walked out the door and I followed, wondering what the hell kind of place had I allowed myself to be admitted into.
Dinner was not as bad as I expected it to be. During dinner, every patient was given a tray filled with spaghetti and meat sauce, a small salad, and a dinner roll on the side. For drink we were given water. Steve informed me that on the weekends we were given juice instead of water but since it was only Wednesday, I would have to wait. To eat our meal we were given sporks- a half spoon and fork mix. They were of course plastic and against Steve had informed me it was because they didn’t want the ‘suicidals’, as he liked to call them, to succeed. Dave and Steve were pointing out people to me, informing me which ones I would like to be friends with.
“That right there is Jon.” Dave told me, pointing toward a large boy who was downing his tray rapidly. “You want to be friends with him. He knows everything that goes on in this place. Real smart and observant.”
“What is he in here for?” I asked them while nibbling at the roll that had come with my meal. It was stale but tasted good since I was so hungry.
“I believe schizophrenia. Not sure though.”
Steve made some sort of noise which caused me to look in his direction. I then could only watch in disgust as he slurped up a noodle which hit him in the forehead before being consumed into his mouth. “That nurse over there! Man, stay out of his way.” He told me in a serious voice although I could hardly take him seriously for he had a spot of sauce of his forehead. “That’s Bruce. He’s a fuckin’ prick.”
“Is that the one our roommate attacked?” I asked trying to figure everything out.
“Oh yeah. That’s him. Dereck never attacks anyone else but him. I think he wants to kill him.”
“Shut up Steve. You talk to much!” Dave looked up at me. “Seriously though, watch out around here. There’s a lot of shit that goes down that is not cool. If your not careful you might find yourself in some of it.”
This peeked my curiosity. This was a state run facility. What the hell could be going down here that was real bOf cOf course, I could image scenarios but then my imagination always got ahead of me. What could possibly be that bad here, I didn’t know but I had a feeling I was going to find out.
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