Post by Chesa on Jan 15, 2010 17:59:40 GMT -5
Slumping down the dingy white halls was a young woman, clad in a white jacket. Her arms wrapped around herself in a forced embrace. Slippered feet shuffled against the dirty white tiles. Her body seemed just skin and bones, and the sweat pants barely clung to her hips. Her white blond hair was dingy and unkept, jaggedly cut short and plastering against her face on one side, while on the other it swept towards the ground like Rapunzel's mane, held together by hair bands, one following the other every few inches.
The young woman walking looked up at the orderly accompanying her. Edward her name was. Strange for a young woman. She was only 18 years old, but was aged by her 'deteriorating mental state' and had been in and out of these places and the like since she was a child. Ten maybe? She couldn't remember anymore, nor did she care to. All the days had melted with hours, and the hours the minutes, and the minutes the seconds. Every tick of the clocks hand was a year in itself. She lost time, and time had lost her long ago.
The atmosphere around her was tense, the Orderlies constantly looking around, to her, the other people in the room, then down the hall towards their destination, then back at her. It was more annoying then alarming. Ed was used to their strange habits of becoming tense around her. The odd behavior had only occupied her mind for a matter of weeks, before she grew bored with pondering that subject, and moved onto contemplating why the mashed potatoes they fed her were always bitter.
She rolled her eyes, as all high school aged girls did. The acts that came with being a teenage girl transcended all boundaries. Even growing up in this mess, shrinks trying to get inside her head and pick it apart like they were dissecting a frog in a junior high class room. The doctors were no more innocent then a 13 year old boy who had finally gotten his nasty scalp into the stomach of the poor creature who was doomed long before his birth either. She'd gone through plenty of doctors. None were innocent. They claimed to be helping her, that they could provide the miracle cure for her mental disease, but they just wanted to poke and prod her. Ed knew this well, and believed it whole heartedly. Not because she was paranoid, and not because she was a pessimist, but because there was nothing to cure, Edward was one hundred percent mentally sound.
The Orderly who had his hand on her shoulder squeezed a little tighter, out of assurance she guessed. They were nearing their destination, the small white room at the end of the hall where she would speak with her doctor. A new one...fun... Ed thought incredulously as she got close. She had over heard the Orderlies talking about her on the way in, they were calling her things like 'fresh meat' and 'newbie'. One would think that the orderlies and nurses would have a little more respect for the doctor, but that wasn't the case. In the state Asylum nothing played by the book, yet everything was by the book. It was quite the upside down world down these dirty white halls.
The door to the room swung open. It was a small room, though it was closed and secured, like an interrogation room. A two way mirror lined the wall across from her, and in the center sat a table, metal, and bolted to the floor, as well as two chairs, though only one of them was bolted down. The first was just a normal, folding metal chair, where as second was stiff and ridged, with straps for the 'violent patients' to be tied down, and of course, no new doctor as of yet.
The orderlies walked her over to the chair and forced her to sit, even though it was unnecessary and she would've sat on her own. One of the men strapped her ankles to the front legs of the chair, while the other took the small straps that were hanging off her shoulders from the straight jacket and connected them to the back of the chair.
“Be good Ed,” one of them warned as he gave a finally tug to make sure everything was in place. A juvenile huff escaped Ed.
“Aren't I always?” She asked. The men laughed in return as they left.
She sat for a mere moment before the doctor entered. The stereotypical white lab coat making it obvious who she was. When the orderlies had said 'newbie' they were right. This woman was young, twenty six at most. She must've not just been new to the Asylum, she must've just finished getting her degree, though with her looks it was easy to say that wasn't all she was doing at college. She was slim, tall, and even in such a work place she walked gracefully, like a cat on a tight rope. She had brown hair, pulled into a tight bun and a set of boxed glasses. I bet they're for show, that she wants to look smart Ed guess sarcastically.
The woman slid into her seat, smiling at Ed like she wished to be her best friend. She set down a tape recorder, pressing the bright red circle, a red light turning on at the top.
“January 6th, 2008. Doctor Rebbecca Smith with patient Edward Kelley. Edward, that's an odd name for a young lady,” She said, looking over to her. The patient just stared across the table at her. “Yup. Sure is,” She said, a snide tone dancing across her words. She was so sick and tired of hearing the doctors comment on her name. It was her name, not something to fixate on.
“Is that your real name?” She asked, double checking even the official paper work.
“That's what they call me,” Ed said back, giving the young doctor a look, her eyes screaming for her to move on. Ed was willing to talk to the doctors, not cooperating with them just made them think there was something even worse with you, but when every doctor asked the same question, it grated on her nerves.
“Um...well...Edward, let's talk about the incident yesterday,” She said, looking over at her. Those pale green eyes calculated every flicker of emotion that jumped over Ed's face, and all she read was confusion.
Ed stared back at the woman. “What incident?” She asked, every inflection of her town dripping with her honest confusion. Ed had a habit of loosing days. She couldn't get her hands on a calender and the clock that hung on the pasty white walls of her room was broken. She knew she blacked out, but the young woman's mind could never grasp when or why.
Doctor Smith looked down from the Ed and to her papers, flipping through them. Ed stared blackly at her, waiting to see what she'd do next, and hoping to find out a nice piece of information.
“So you don't remember anything happening yesterday?” She asked, looking over at Edward. This doctor seemed nice enough. Her honey combed words sickened Ed with the falseness of her caring. It was like she was a babysitter, speaking sweetly to a child so they would finally go to bed so she could call her boyfriend.
“No,” Ed stated. “I don't remember anything happening yesterday. I woke up, stared at the ceiling, saw a doctor, ate lunch, stared at the ceiling again, and went to bed,” she said flatly. The nurse checked something again. Ed sighed. I'm getting irritated with this... She thought
The young woman walking looked up at the orderly accompanying her. Edward her name was. Strange for a young woman. She was only 18 years old, but was aged by her 'deteriorating mental state' and had been in and out of these places and the like since she was a child. Ten maybe? She couldn't remember anymore, nor did she care to. All the days had melted with hours, and the hours the minutes, and the minutes the seconds. Every tick of the clocks hand was a year in itself. She lost time, and time had lost her long ago.
The atmosphere around her was tense, the Orderlies constantly looking around, to her, the other people in the room, then down the hall towards their destination, then back at her. It was more annoying then alarming. Ed was used to their strange habits of becoming tense around her. The odd behavior had only occupied her mind for a matter of weeks, before she grew bored with pondering that subject, and moved onto contemplating why the mashed potatoes they fed her were always bitter.
She rolled her eyes, as all high school aged girls did. The acts that came with being a teenage girl transcended all boundaries. Even growing up in this mess, shrinks trying to get inside her head and pick it apart like they were dissecting a frog in a junior high class room. The doctors were no more innocent then a 13 year old boy who had finally gotten his nasty scalp into the stomach of the poor creature who was doomed long before his birth either. She'd gone through plenty of doctors. None were innocent. They claimed to be helping her, that they could provide the miracle cure for her mental disease, but they just wanted to poke and prod her. Ed knew this well, and believed it whole heartedly. Not because she was paranoid, and not because she was a pessimist, but because there was nothing to cure, Edward was one hundred percent mentally sound.
The Orderly who had his hand on her shoulder squeezed a little tighter, out of assurance she guessed. They were nearing their destination, the small white room at the end of the hall where she would speak with her doctor. A new one...fun... Ed thought incredulously as she got close. She had over heard the Orderlies talking about her on the way in, they were calling her things like 'fresh meat' and 'newbie'. One would think that the orderlies and nurses would have a little more respect for the doctor, but that wasn't the case. In the state Asylum nothing played by the book, yet everything was by the book. It was quite the upside down world down these dirty white halls.
The door to the room swung open. It was a small room, though it was closed and secured, like an interrogation room. A two way mirror lined the wall across from her, and in the center sat a table, metal, and bolted to the floor, as well as two chairs, though only one of them was bolted down. The first was just a normal, folding metal chair, where as second was stiff and ridged, with straps for the 'violent patients' to be tied down, and of course, no new doctor as of yet.
The orderlies walked her over to the chair and forced her to sit, even though it was unnecessary and she would've sat on her own. One of the men strapped her ankles to the front legs of the chair, while the other took the small straps that were hanging off her shoulders from the straight jacket and connected them to the back of the chair.
“Be good Ed,” one of them warned as he gave a finally tug to make sure everything was in place. A juvenile huff escaped Ed.
“Aren't I always?” She asked. The men laughed in return as they left.
She sat for a mere moment before the doctor entered. The stereotypical white lab coat making it obvious who she was. When the orderlies had said 'newbie' they were right. This woman was young, twenty six at most. She must've not just been new to the Asylum, she must've just finished getting her degree, though with her looks it was easy to say that wasn't all she was doing at college. She was slim, tall, and even in such a work place she walked gracefully, like a cat on a tight rope. She had brown hair, pulled into a tight bun and a set of boxed glasses. I bet they're for show, that she wants to look smart Ed guess sarcastically.
The woman slid into her seat, smiling at Ed like she wished to be her best friend. She set down a tape recorder, pressing the bright red circle, a red light turning on at the top.
“January 6th, 2008. Doctor Rebbecca Smith with patient Edward Kelley. Edward, that's an odd name for a young lady,” She said, looking over to her. The patient just stared across the table at her. “Yup. Sure is,” She said, a snide tone dancing across her words. She was so sick and tired of hearing the doctors comment on her name. It was her name, not something to fixate on.
“Is that your real name?” She asked, double checking even the official paper work.
“That's what they call me,” Ed said back, giving the young doctor a look, her eyes screaming for her to move on. Ed was willing to talk to the doctors, not cooperating with them just made them think there was something even worse with you, but when every doctor asked the same question, it grated on her nerves.
“Um...well...Edward, let's talk about the incident yesterday,” She said, looking over at her. Those pale green eyes calculated every flicker of emotion that jumped over Ed's face, and all she read was confusion.
Ed stared back at the woman. “What incident?” She asked, every inflection of her town dripping with her honest confusion. Ed had a habit of loosing days. She couldn't get her hands on a calender and the clock that hung on the pasty white walls of her room was broken. She knew she blacked out, but the young woman's mind could never grasp when or why.
Doctor Smith looked down from the Ed and to her papers, flipping through them. Ed stared blackly at her, waiting to see what she'd do next, and hoping to find out a nice piece of information.
“So you don't remember anything happening yesterday?” She asked, looking over at Edward. This doctor seemed nice enough. Her honey combed words sickened Ed with the falseness of her caring. It was like she was a babysitter, speaking sweetly to a child so they would finally go to bed so she could call her boyfriend.
“No,” Ed stated. “I don't remember anything happening yesterday. I woke up, stared at the ceiling, saw a doctor, ate lunch, stared at the ceiling again, and went to bed,” she said flatly. The nurse checked something again. Ed sighed. I'm getting irritated with this... She thought
