Crazier at night

Lizzy

The noise in here is particularly loud tonight, that's not to mention the noise in my head. Seemingly it's something called sundowners, meaning the crazy get even crazier at night. 

My name is Lizzy Silver, I am seventeen, almost eighteen and currently in River Grove hospital for the mentally unwell, basically the looney bin, where all the crazy people get dumped and forgotten about. 

How did I end up in this place? Growing up it was only my mother and I, my mother always told me my father was the only man she ever loved, that he loved me very much, but that was all she would ever say. 

My mother was all I ever had, she was beautiful and kind. My mother was the only one who understood me, never feared me like others did. She would tell me ‘You are special, Lizzy, don't ever tell anyone about your gifts’ Back then I just assumed it was normal that everyone was like me; man was I wrong.

It was around my fifth birthday that it first happened. I heard the man who owned the post office pray, he was praying for his wife to get better, she had cancer. I told him I hoped she would get better, the poor guy nearly ended himself . 

This was a story that continued to happen over the years, we were avoided by most people in the small town where we lived. Then it happened, the worst day of my life, I watched as my mother was murdered.

I was ten when things started to change, my mother was adamant someone was watching us, she became increasingly paranoid. It was so unlike her, she would tell me never tell anyone anything especially about my gifts. 

My mother woke me in the middle of the night, placed a hand over my mouth and indicated for me to be silent as she hid me and told me never to come out no matter what i heard, and no matter what never to tell anyone anything, that i would know what to do when the time came.

That was almost eight years ago and after being sent from one foster care family to another, they eventually said I needed professional help. You see, I stopped talking. I felt as though every time I spoke they would move me. I scared them, but they were all so loud with their prayers in this bat shit crazy bible town. 

I guess you have figured out I hear peoples prayers, and the punishment for this is, I have been put in this hell hole. You name a treatment I have had it all, electric shock, cold water treatment, solitary confinement. So I did what I had to and stopped talking, that was about seven years ago. 

If i am honest i don't even know if i can still talk, there is no one here i would like to talk to. The screaming starts again, drawing me from my thoughts of my mother from my childhood. I play her last words over and over in my head as I have done since the day she was taken from me. 

Flopping back down into the bed, looking up through the window the moon is high in the clear sky tonight, it’s almost as though it’s calling to me. The only plus side of when this place is going crazy like this is screaming crazy people tend not to pray much. 

I have always had the feeling of someone watching me, even as long as I can remember the thought of them being there, it never scared me , no it was more comforting. 

I am eighteen in a month's time, not that it matters, It’s not like I have anyone wanting to celebrate my existence. ‘Poor me, blah blah blah!’ I sat up heart racing, who was that? I have always heard them praying but that was like someone directly talking to me. 

Silence, maybe i imagined it, laying back down i just watched the moon. My mother loved the moon, she always said she drew energy from it. I never even thought to ask what she meant. My mother was always so happy, I worry that i'll forget her. 

'Oh, goddess, you're such a ball of fun’ I shot out my bed, spinning around. What is going on? Looking around my tiny room, under the bed, in the small cupboard. I am losing my fucking mind, I always thought it would happen some day, i think as the screaming starts to ease up. 

‘Are you always so depressing?’ The voice says, and this time I know I am not losing my mind. ‘Who are you?’ I demand in my mind.

‘Who am I? Have you ever asked who you are?’ The snarky voice asks back, my eyes go wide. Who am I? Well I am Lizzy, nothing special about me. I hear the voice sniggering ‘Please, Lizzy you are special, seriously annoying but definitely special’ 

My heart is beating so fast, the blood is rushing to my ears making me feel dizzy, I sit on the edge of my bed. ‘What is going on?Who are you?’ I ask desperately . 

‘I am Adira, your wolf spirit. Now we have some work to do’