I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown, and broken his arm.
I usually didn’t work in hospitals, but the psychiatrist here was on vacation. They called me as a back up.
The doctor poked his out the door, and motioned for me to come in. As I walked in, I saw the man was young. He could not have been over twenty-five. He sat on the white hospital bed. His head was in his hands, and he was shaking. He was blonde hair.
The doctor sat in a side chair, I stood. It made me somewhat uncomfortable to have the doctor in here while I was speaking to the patient.
“Hello,” I detto to the man. He looked up, sweating. His eyes darted to the door, then back to me.
“Hello,” he detto shakily.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. The doctor had left out many details.
“Jared,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you, Jared. I’m Dr. Demidov,” I said. His head jerked to the side, and he rocked slightly.
“The-the voices…They say te are a bad, bad man,” Jared detto shaking his head.
“Do te believe them?” I asked.
“They’re right, aren’t they?” Jared said, looking torn.
“I don’t know. Why don’t te tell me?” To make the proper treatment, I needed his insight in the hallucinations.
“I-I can’t! They will kill me if I don’t listen to them!” Jared had tears going down his face.
“Where are they? Maybe I could hide you,” I kept working with him.
“Right there,” he pointed toward the door.
“Describe them for me,” I said. Was this man having visual hallucinations, too?
“Tall, cloaked, with knives, and no face, nor soul,” Jared detto starring at the door.
“They don’t sound so bad. Maybe te could tell me if they’re right if te do it in secret code,” I offered.
“Um, okay…” Jared thought for a moment. The he moved his hands. He was using sign language. Jared signed that he did not believe them, but he didn’t want to get hurt.
“I’ll be right back,” I walked out of the room. The doctor trailed behind. I went over to a large, gray desk. The nurses and doctors all buzzed around. I looked at a lista of numbers taped on the edge of the desk. I reached the psychiatrist’s number.
I typed the number into my cell phone, and hit the ‘call’ key. It rung a few moments, then the voice mail picked up.
“Hello, this is Dr. Laveney. Please leave your name, and number, I’ll get back in touch with you,” Dr. Laveney was the psychiatrist here? Alexander never told me he would be working at the hospital. I felt farfalle in my stomach as I left the message.
“This is Dr. Demidov, and there is a patient at Skyline Hospital having a schizophrenic outbreak. If te would call him in some medication, it would be great. Thank you. Good-bye,” I hit the ‘end’ button.
I was walking back to Jared’s room when I heard a cry. I ran into the room, and found Jared hanging from a black belt. The cintura had been tied around the curtain rod. How had he gotten up there so fast?
“I need help in here!” I yelled from the room. I ran over to Jared trying to remove the cintura from his neck. It was so tight.
Two nurses and a doctor rushed in. They all crowded around him, trying to get the cintura from around his neck.
Finally, the doctor yanked on Jared’s feet, and the cintura snapped. He fell to the floor, a nurse checked his pulse. The black-haired woman looked up, and shook her head.
“Time of death, eleven-seventeen a.m.,” detto the doctor. “Your work here is done, Dr. Demidov.”
I nodded, and walked out of the hospital.
I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown, and broken his arm.
I usually didn’t work in hospitals, but the psychiatrist here was on vacation. They called me as a back up.
The doctor poked his out the door, and motioned for me to come in. As I walked in, I saw the man was young. He could not have been over twenty-five. He sat on the white hospital bed. His head was in his hands, and he was shaking. He was blonde hair.
The doctor sat in a side chair, I stood. It made me somewhat uncomfortable to have the doctor in here while I was speaking to the patient.
“Hello,” I detto to the man. He looked up, sweating. His eyes darted to the door, then back to me.
“Hello,” he detto shakily.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. The doctor had left out many details.
“Jared,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you, Jared. I’m Dr. Demidov,” I said. His head jerked to the side, and he rocked slightly.
“The-the voices…They say te are a bad, bad man,” Jared detto shaking his head.
“Do te believe them?” I asked.
“They’re right, aren’t they?” Jared said, looking torn.
“I don’t know. Why don’t te tell me?” To make the proper treatment, I needed his insight in the hallucinations.
“I-I can’t! They will kill me if I don’t listen to them!” Jared had tears going down his face.
“Where are they? Maybe I could hide you,” I kept working with him.
“Right there,” he pointed toward the door.
“Describe them for me,” I said. Was this man having visual hallucinations, too?
“Tall, cloaked, with knives, and no face, nor soul,” Jared detto starring at the door.
“They don’t sound so bad. Maybe te could tell me if they’re right if te do it in secret code,” I offered.
“Um, okay…” Jared thought for a moment. The he moved his hands. He was using sign language. Jared signed that he did not believe them, but he didn’t want to get hurt.
“I’ll be right back,” I walked out of the room. The doctor trailed behind. I went over to a large, gray desk. The nurses and doctors all buzzed around. I looked at a lista of numbers taped on the edge of the desk. I reached the psychiatrist’s number.
I typed the number into my cell phone, and hit the ‘call’ key. It rung a few moments, then the voice mail picked up.
“Hello, this is Dr. Laveney. Please leave your name, and number, I’ll get back in touch with you,” Dr. Laveney was the psychiatrist here? Alexander never told me he would be working at the hospital. I felt farfalle in my stomach as I left the message.
“This is Dr. Demidov, and there is a patient at Skyline Hospital having a schizophrenic outbreak. If te would call him in some medication, it would be great. Thank you. Good-bye,” I hit the ‘end’ button.
I was walking back to Jared’s room when I heard a cry. I ran into the room, and found Jared hanging from a black belt. The cintura had been tied around the curtain rod. How had he gotten up there so fast?
“I need help in here!” I yelled from the room. I ran over to Jared trying to remove the cintura from his neck. It was so tight.
Two nurses and a doctor rushed in. They all crowded around him, trying to get the cintura from around his neck.
Finally, the doctor yanked on Jared’s feet, and the cintura snapped. He fell to the floor, a nurse checked his pulse. The black-haired woman looked up, and shook her head.
“Time of death, eleven-seventeen a.m.,” detto the doctor. “Your work here is done, Dr. Demidov.”
I nodded, and walked out of the hospital.
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her cuore skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do te turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do te like it here?"
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The mostra is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This mostra is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The mostra is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This mostra is over,
Now go home.
She fell to the floor and wept, and the jar shook
The giorno ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her cuore sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her cuore was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no più pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
The giorno ended on a cold note for the cold night
He had her cuore sealed in a jar, fragile and trapped
Until he had his moment and let go
With little strength, she had saved it and ran
She had ran until the darkness was unbearable,
As she wept, the jar shivered in her arms
Her dark blue eyes were drenched
And her mind was a dark, narrow corridor.
Her heat prolonged in entrapment,
Torturing her unknowingly with each eternity-like moment.
Finally, she ceased her overwhelming emotions,
Now silent and pondering
Distracted, the jar fell, and shattered at her feet
He’s gone. He’s gone! The words danced in her mind.
Her cuore was free, and she was free
She got to her feet, no longer stumbling
And the shattered jar crunched under her feet
There was no più pain.
~~~~~~~~
...Yeah, I know it kinda sucks. Like I said, first attempt. :/
Ok, so I just want to write a little summary to my story that I want to write called A Place of Our Own I'm basically Scrivere this to see if people will like it, and if they do, I'll write more. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 anno old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 anno old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 anno on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if te liked this, please commento and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)
So anyways, it's about a Hollie, 17 anno old girl who has an alcoholic mother and a step father who abuses her as well as her 12 anno old sister, Amy. Hollie's been in a 3 anno on/off relationship with a heroin addicted boyfriend, Danny. When a close call puts Danny in the hospital, he promises Hollie that he'll quit and they'll find a better life. This causes Hollie to realize that she needs to leave home and find help herself.
So yeah, if te liked this, please commento and there WILL be more. Thanks. :)