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.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
Cibo and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
Cibo and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do te know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do te know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Amore is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my fiori still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget te although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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te seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows te
like a hook,
won't let te go,
won't leave te alone.
te smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that te hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves te not,
te don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give te a strength.
te long for life
that te don't know of,
te seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.