Living Crazy Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I crept up the stairs to reveal an old room. Seems to be the size of a normal shed. If even that. I walk slowly over to the normal twin size bed. With the normal bedspread and normal pillow. Nothing was un normal about this room. Everything was perfectly placed like someone with OCD would do. From the whites of the sheets all the way to the perfectly level picture frames. The canopy of the bed is the God awful green that reminds me of some kid who throws up a fairs. I wouldn't know though. Ive never been. Not even once. I lay my things down on the bed. A brown brief case, a notebook with canvas paper, and a perfectly sharpened pencil. All in order of size. All level with one another. All perfect. I straighten a piece of my long braided hair so it's even with the other side. Im perfect now aren't I? "well. This is it" the women with the bright orange hair and stained white nurses outfit. Makes me want to just rip it off and clean it. But I don't, I contain myself for now. "your room for the rest of your stay. You can't leave unless supervised by one of the medics. No visitors. No food in rooms. No television..." she kept on with the list of No's. not like I was listening. I don't follow rules. They should know by now. "and last but not least" the woman starts "You will report to Dr. Alexander each day until you are well. Understood?" I nod my head. I could understand that. Besides I'm mentally I'll. I can't help but follow rules. Chapter 1 part 2 I confuse myself often. Like I'm in a work of no return. The kind I don't want to leave but wish to smell or hear something different. I was normal once. When I was small. I didn't think of things like death or dark things. I didn't hear the small voices in my ears. Or smell the strange smell of blood. But I do now. I can't help but think of being perfect. I know deep down I can be... With help. I never talk. Not to anyone. Only myself and my unknown friends that have me in this situation. People think I'm crazy. I choose to believe I'm.... Different. The nurse walks back in with a try of strange objects I've never seem. Metals and plastics they seem. Im fascinated by them. What can they do? How do they work? A million questions run through my head. "be still and we won't have any problems" the nurse says. I didn't notice this about her the first time she was here, but she has green crystal eyes. Worry lines on her face. Chipped red painted finger nails. Her earrings are uneven on her ears which bothers me. And her ring is on her right hand. Widow maybe. Husband died now she works in this hell of a place. Putting up with crazies like me everyday. I nod at her words and sit on my bed. But lightly so the blankets aren't messed up. "okay hun. Be still. Don't move. And 1.... 2.....3..." She injects something in my arm. I automatically want to move and scream but she has instructed me no to. So I stay calm and still. Remembering that day on the beach. When I was with him. No worries. No pain. Nothing. Then I remember him being taken away from me. In the blink of an eye just gone. And what worries me the most is... I know their after me. Chapter 1 part 3 I start to remember him being took and shot through the air. Him yelling and screaming for me to run. For me to hide and never come out. I remember him being attacking and harmed on live TV. In front of all of the country. Humiliated. Disgraced. And still we don't know if he's dead. I start to shake and tremble "hun. Be still. Don't squirm. Listen child be still" I jerk away from the needle in my arm. She backs up some and I stare at her. Pleading her to get me away from here. I never say a word. I have to remind myself that if I talk I will be questioned about him. And Im not ready for that. I'm not ready for them to squeeze everything about that day out of me. They've already tried once and I refused to speak. Speaking has become an unknown thing to me. Something I don't even really remember how to do. Like I've been cut of the vocal cords. #life in silence. Living crazy. Seeming to know everything when in reality you don't. Funny world I live in. The nurse walks over and sits on the bed. "listen Ariel you have to cooperate okay? People here aren't like people in the old Americas. These are new times. And these people will kill you for no reason." I shake my head understanding her. And what she means by those words. She means You talk or we will be forced to kill you. And I know this isn't going to be easy. Chapter 1 part 4 *ﾟ I sit on the bed for around three hours. Staring at the ceiling. The wall. Some picture frames. Maybe other things that amuse my mind while I sit waiting. Dr. Alexander is known to be late. But three hours is a little much. I wait in the green chair that matched the canopy on my bed. Such an ugly color. I look over to see this small kitten outside of the window. Looks like its about to starve to death. I would bet so. Around here you don't get fed unless you are very wealthy. And most people aren't. Me on the other hand, I'm made sure to be fed and kept alive by the government themselves. They need me for information. Eventually they will get tired and kill me. But until then I will remain quiet. Unspeaking and as a perfectionist. The door behind me opens. "well hello Ms." he looks at his paper "Ariel. How are you today?" I shake my head. "oh. That's right. You don't talk. Is that true?" He makes his way over to the desk I front of me and sits in an oversized leather chair. I nod in return to his question. "not ever?" I shake my head no. Of course I've talked before. But after the trauma of the only person I've ever trusted and livened being taken away I haven't said anything. "so you walk around. Never talking. Speaking. Laughing. Just nothing?" I nod again. He makes this grunting noise. "well then why the hell did they send you to a damn therapist?" Did he just say those words? I think so. It makes me feel worried. I start to play with my arm band and twitch a little. "Don't worry Ariel Im not going to hurt you. I just don't see why they send you to me everyday when you aren't even talking." I nod in approval. He is right. I didn't just admit that did i? I can't trust these people. There like these self deprived starved from humanity mutts! Like off spring dogs and cats that no one wants! They are nothing but filthy animals out to suck my blood and all the #life from me. "Ariel. You're shaking an awful lot." Dr. Alexander states. It's now that I realize I'm trembling. That I can't help remember his face! I want to scream at him to one back to me! To be with me! I want to kill the people who did this to him and took him away from me! But I can't. I'm just some crazy girl. Or thought to be crazy. But what if in some strange twisted way. I was the normal one. And everyone else was twisted, and crazy. What would happen then? "Ariel. Calm down" I look down at the rubber band in my hands and it's torn to shreds. What have I done? Dr. Alexander comes to kneel in front of me. I'm not looking at him though. I am looking off in the distance not worried about him or his problems. He is searching me though. For something. Anything i guess. Anything to show I am okay. But i show nothing. "NURSES" he screams down the hall. He returns back in front of me. It's the first time I realize his green eyes and shaggy blonde hair. He isn't as old as I thought. Maybe 22 or so? He has the body build of an athlete. Like he played sports. Even though that isn't allowed. For some odd reason. I trust him. And I've never trusted anyone ex pet my love that was taken from me. I'm shocked by how much I trust him. When the nurses come in they see how much I'm shaking. How blank I am. How I'm just as good as dead. They put my on a stretcher and roll me down the hall at the speed of lightning. All I see is them screaming things to each other. I'm toward the hospital now. I can smell the medicine in the air. Dr. Alexander is standing above me. Running along with me. The nurse with the orange hair walks up beside me and sticks a needle in my arm. I can feel myself drifting away. And Before I do. I get two words out that are meant for Alexander "Help. Me" *** When I wake I'm I'm a strange room. It smells awful and it's a dull gray color. I look around and I'm startled by who sits in the chair next to my bed. It's Dr. Alexander. "good morning sweetie" he says handing me a tray of food and milk it looks like. This can't be real milk of course. We have none of that. After all that happened. "are you going to talk?" he ask. I shake my head no. I vaguely remember me talking but it wasn't meant to come out. "aw come on. I'll take you done to the beach. We can sit and watch the waves" I smile a little. I love the beach almost as much as I loved my best friend and love who was taken from me. It's a place of safety to me. "so you like the beach. I'll take you if you talk. Just once." I nod. I swallow. This is the moment. "okay" I say. Calm and normal. He then stands up and removes me from the horrible bed. We are walking out and I realize I have a robe on. Just plain white but better than a hospital gown. We get strange looks as we are walking down the halls. "yeah that's her the crazy one" I hear one woman whisper. So I'm crazy. I could understand that. No one really even cares about me.