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Jezibell
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My hands held tightly onto the piece of paper as I read over it over and over. My mind raced around as I thought about how my parents were doing this because they hated me and wanted me dead, I had always thought about them this way, but this proved it...I mean why else would I be going, I'm not insane! I reassured myself.
All hope drained from my mind and the usual despair began to creep and crawl within my brain as we got closer and closer to the hospital. I could feel small shivers running up and down my body as my brain completely shut down and I went in hysteria crying and screaming again like I had before a half an hour before. Why did they have to do this? They must hate me...They must be after me...I am NOT crazy! I thought and anger drew itself into my body.
Now I was crying and screaming so hard that I could barely breathe, my throat hurt, and redness began to grow into my dark tanned skin. I looked down to notice my nails, which had been bitten and cut down all the way, had somehow managed their way into my skin and small drops of blood began to slowly move down my arm.
I finally quieted down as we came up to the parking lot of the hospital. I could feel the darkness of the hospital flow around me, and began to think it must hold some dark evil power. My dad had to practically drag me out of the car as I tried to grab hold of the back of the seat and started screaming about how I didn't want to go, about how them must hate me and want me dead. Finally he managed to get me out and we walked towards the hospital, my body quivered every couple seconds. We came to the enterance and walked inside. I sat down across the room from my mom ,who had obviously been crying, and watched as my father went up to the lady at the front desk and handed her my information sheets. I felt like they were enrolling me in school almost, everyone here was so calm and normal about what was happening...I didn't understand.
My hands held tightly onto the piece of paper as I read over it over and over. My mind raced around as I thought about how my parents were doing this because they hated me and wanted me dead, I had always thought about them this way, but this proved it...I mean why else would I be going, I'm not insane! I reassured myself.
All hope drained from my mind and the usual despair began to creep and crawl within my brain as we got closer and closer to the hospital. I could feel small shivers running up and down my body as my brain completely shut down and I went in hysteria crying and screaming again like I had before a half an hour before. Why did they have to do this? They must hate me...They must be after me...I am NOT crazy! I thought and anger drew itself into my body.
Now I was crying and screaming so hard that I could barely breathe, my throat hurt, and redness began to grow into my dark tanned skin. I looked down to notice my nails, which had been bitten and cut down all the way, had somehow managed their way into my skin and small drops of blood began to slowly move down my arm.
I finally quieted down as we came up to the parking lot of the hospital. I could feel the darkness of the hospital flow around me, and began to think it must hold some dark evil power. My dad had to practically drag me out of the car as I tried to grab hold of the back of the seat and started screaming about how I didn't want to go, about how them must hate me and want me dead. Finally he managed to get me out and we walked towards the hospital, my body quivered every couple seconds. We came to the enterance and walked inside. I sat down across the room from my mom ,who had obviously been crying, and watched as my father went up to the lady at the front desk and handed her my information sheets. I felt like they were enrolling me in school almost, everyone here was so calm and normal about what was happening...I didn't understand.