I wake up in the nurses’ room with my Mum stroking my head. Even though I don’t remember how I got there, I know it was a rage frenzy.
“Mum,” I say.
“I can’t do this anymore,” I cry.
She cries too and hush me whilst still stroking my hair.
Back at the hospital where I’ve never felt more comfortable. Laid on my bed with Penny cuddled up to me watching a movie. I feel like me; I feel there’s nothing wrong with me anymore. Having the perfect girl with me is my medicine. “Why did you not say anything about how you feel towards me?” Penny asks with a smile. “Same as you, a bag of nerves,” I laugh.
Finally, we arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. Wade pulls over into the muddy parking area. I look outside the window, it’s pitch black and thick with fog. “Well, if this isn’t spooky, I don’t know what is.” Wade says as he turns off the ignition. “I hope you have big torches Wade, the fog is really thick,” Penny says worryingly.
I stand in front of the mirror. I look at the big plaster across my neck then I look down to my wrists which also has plasters them. What am I going to do? I need to find something to wear that will cover them. I walk over to my wardrobe and open the doors. I grab my t-shirt, jeans and scarf, then I grab my black hoodie from the side of the wardrobe. I put my t-shirt on and my jeans. As I’m about to put my Van’s on...
I need to get out of this place. I’m getting bored with waking up clueless and bandaged up. I want to remember; I want to know what is happening to me. Suddenly the doctor walks into my room followed by my Mum. They both look concerned. “Now Killian I want you to be honest with me. Are you taking your medication?” the doctor asks. I look at him then look at my Mum. I can’t tell them that I’ve been stashing them in my drawer. “Yes, why?” I reply. My Mum then gets upset again. “Why are you even asking me this?” I ask. The doctor then pulls out a tub of my medication out of his pocket. My Mum then goes into her handbag and grabs a bottle of water. “Take one, please.” He scolds. Easy, I can just hide it in my mouth somewhere. I hold my hand out to grab the tub from the doctor. He places the tub into my hand and then I grab the water from my Mum. I open the tub and pour one tablet into my hand. I throw it into my mou
I sit on my bed with my straitjacket on. I can’t help but think about what Penny told me. I can’t believe I got her pregnant. I’m such an idiot! Knock, knock “Come in.” I answer. The doctor comes in with my Mum once again. This is just great. I’m going to get more earache now about these stupid tablets. “We searched your room and found these.” He says as he throws a plastic bag onto my bed. “Your tablet stash.” He adds. Great. “Why aren’t you taking them Killian?” my Mum asks. I just look at them both and try to shrug my shoulders. “Well, if you’re not taking them Killian, I have no choice but to call the Greenland Asylum.” The doctor says. Wait, what? This is just great, now I’m permanently messed up. “Please don’t! Please, I can’t!” I cry. “You’ve left us with no choice Killian. You’re not accepting treatment so I’ve had to sign you over darling.” My Mum sa
What have I done? I’ve hurt Penny and possibly lost my child. I need serious help. I need someone to help me. I’m sick of being told I can get better or promising me that I can get better. I’m getting worse! Suddenly my Mum walks into the room. “I can’t hide this from you anymore.” She says. “My new job was here. I got promoted to work here. I accepted it for you to make sure you get better.” She continues. “What? So the reason the doctor knows so much is because you told him?” I ask. “Yes. And the reason we were already at the hospital when you damaged your hand.” She adds. What the hell! After all this time it makes sense! She hid this from everyone because I’m unstable and she wanted me sectioned. She knows my Grandparents won’t agree with this. “Wow…” I reply her. I began to clap my hands and laugh. “The worst Mum award goes to you! You’re sly and nothing but a liar!” as I yell at her. She looks at m
It all started when my Mum told us she had amazing news. “We’re moving!” she said excitedly. I instantly felt sick. Why would she just go through with moving without speaking to us as a family? She even had the decency to go to my Grandparents and tell them we were moving. Safe to say my Grandmother wasn’t happy about the brief notice. Mum hadn’t spoken to her about it either. I remember the look on my Grandmother’s face: sadness, hurt, anger. As for my Dad, well, even he didn’t have a clue about it until yesterday! He was fuming. He went on a rant about her d
Again I return to school. Every time I go back after an incidence the more nervous I get. I can hear the whispering and the gossiping as I walk through the corridors to get to my locker. Everyone keeps up to date with the news of everyone but at the moment I’m top of the news list.I get to my locker and open it up. A sudden rush of notes come spilling out onto the floor. Each one had different things saying:‘Psychopath’, ‘Girlfriend beater', ‘Nut job’, ‘Weirdo'The list goes on. How anyone can live through this is beyond me. How can people be so damn horrible!“Hey, nut job?” Alex shouts from his locker.I continue grabbing my books out of my locker and pretend I didn’t hear him.“Yo! He’s speaking to you psych!” Xane shouts to me.Again, I continue acting normal and ignoring them.“Go over to him, he’s obviously being ignorant!” D
I awoke in the school’s nurses’ office. I look around and no one is there. I look to my right side and see handcuffs attached around my right wrist. I pulled and pulled, but it's locked onto the bed rail. The nurse and doctor enter the room.“Hello Lync, how are you feeling?” The nurse asks. “
As every day does, it starts with the sun rising and waking up in a bed. My parents told me this week that I’m moving into a new school. I start today and I’m feeling nervous. I open my drawers and scan through the many coloured t-shirts. I grab a white t-shirt, then I knock the draw shut with my hip. I open the drawer below and find my dark blue skinny jeans and a black belt with plain white metal studs; I grab them too and kick the draw shut. I glance to the right side of the drawers. There sits multiple brands of sneakers and boots on a metal shoe rack. I slowly bend down and grab my high maroon doc martens, I then stumble to the back of my door. There on my door is a wooden coat hanger which holds my coats and some hoodies. I look from left to right and dec
Dead Man’s Woods, my favorite place. Here is what makes me, here is what completes me. I sit and look at the woods high up in a tree. I need to think and figure out how my plan can go ahead for my revenge without getting caught.Suddenly I hear voices below. I quietly climb down to see who is was. I recognize their voices. To my surprise it was Xane and Alex. Jump down behind them.“Thanks for the permanent make over, I appreciate it!”
I wake up and find myself in a different hospital room. I look down at my hands they’re bandaged up.“Killian you’re awake!” My Mum shouts with joy.I just sat and look at her. I can’t speak as I have a bandage all around my head.“The doctor will
We arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. It is dark, silent. Donnie only lives 5 minutes away from here via a shortcut path.“Ready for some real scary stuff?” he laughs.“I don’t mind scary.” I say with a slight smile.“Good Saunders. No pain, no gai
As soon as I awake, my Mum is sat next to my bed. The look on her face can explain a thousand words. She looks beyond worried.“How are you feeling” she asks as she strokes my cheek.“I don’t feel right. I have a weird headache; I can’t explain it.” I answer.“Well now you have come around maybe the party will help you. I’ll ask the doctor to do a last check on you.” She suggests.I am really not in the right frame of mind to go to a party with a bunch of people I hate.“Yeah maybe…” I reply.The doctor walks through the door and gives a smile.“So are you up for the party Killian?” he asks.“Not really but I’ll go for the sake of making things right with Donnie and his family.” I reply.“Good. I must do a few checks now if that’s OK?” he says as he gets his pen torch.“Why suddenly do I n
A few days pass after the Donnie incident at school. I don’t remember what happened, but I’m amazed that I stood up to him and fought back. The doctor told me everything that I had done. I was forced to write an apology letter to the school, Donnie and his parents. That wasn’t fun in the slightest. I sit at my desk in my room and open up my notebook. For some reason I’ve been drawing strange sketches recently of a strange creature. I don’t know what it is I’ve just drawn them. They’re quite disturbing. Especially that in my mind the creature murders children and takes their souls. It’s a bit dark…Knock, knock“Come in.” I shout.My Mum walks into my room followed by the doctor.I quickly shove my notebook into my drawer, hoping they don’t question it.“Sup?” I ask.“There has been an arrangement with Donnie’s parents.
Again I return to school. Every time I go back after an incidence the more nervous I get. I can hear the whispering and the gossiping as I walk through the corridors to get to my locker. Everyone keeps up to date with the news of everyone but at the moment I’m top of the news list.I get to my locker and open it up. A sudden rush of notes come spilling out onto the floor. Each one had different things saying:‘Psychopath’, ‘Girlfriend beater', ‘Nut job’, ‘Weirdo'The list goes on. How anyone can live through this is beyond me. How can people be so damn horrible!“Hey, nut job?” Alex shouts from his locker.I continue grabbing my books out of my locker and pretend I didn’t hear him.“Yo! He’s speaking to you psych!” Xane shouts to me.Again, I continue acting normal and ignoring them.“Go over to him, he’s obviously being ignorant!” D
It all started when my Mum told us she had amazing news. “We’re moving!” she said excitedly. I instantly felt sick. Why would she just go through with moving without speaking to us as a family? She even had the decency to go to my Grandparents and tell them we were moving. Safe to say my Grandmother wasn’t happy about the brief notice. Mum hadn’t spoken to her about it either. I remember the look on my Grandmother’s face: sadness, hurt, anger. As for my Dad, well, even he didn’t have a clue about it until yesterday! He was fuming. He went on a rant about her d