I sat in a chair par the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, ou to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics a dit it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
Earlier I heard some doctors talking. They were thinking about releasing me in a week if they could get me talking. I don’t think they knew they had to come in my room and ask if they had questions. Maybe I had scared them to come in here, after the incident with Dr. White. A nurse and I had discussed it. She had a dit I put the fear of God in him. I-personally-thought it was funny. The nurse didn’t though. She gave me mean looks as I chuckled. I didn’t care though.
I was becoming plus and plus restless as the hours ticked by. The rain would fall every few hours. ou a doctor would come in. Nothing else, nada, zip, zero. I was ready to beat my head against a wall. I laid down on the bed, and closed my eyes. If I rested, I wouldn’t be as bored.
Sleep was out of reach, though. I tried for hours, and nothing happened. It was only seven. I wasn’t tired. I decided to meditate. It would clear my mind of over-worked thoughts, and-if lucky-put me to sleep.
I relaxed my shoulders. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was calm and relaxed. No thoughts dared to bubble to the surface.
“Damien,” I a dit a mantra to get the voice out of my mind. “Damien, hello?” The voice wasn’t in my mind; it was in the physical world. I opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. I gasped. Tears came into my eyes, and I rolled over. I didn’t need to see this being.
I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics a dit it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
Earlier I heard some doctors talking. They were thinking about releasing me in a week if they could get me talking. I don’t think they knew they had to come in my room and ask if they had questions. Maybe I had scared them to come in here, after the incident with Dr. White. A nurse and I had discussed it. She had a dit I put the fear of God in him. I-personally-thought it was funny. The nurse didn’t though. She gave me mean looks as I chuckled. I didn’t care though.
I was becoming plus and plus restless as the hours ticked by. The rain would fall every few hours. ou a doctor would come in. Nothing else, nada, zip, zero. I was ready to beat my head against a wall. I laid down on the bed, and closed my eyes. If I rested, I wouldn’t be as bored.
Sleep was out of reach, though. I tried for hours, and nothing happened. It was only seven. I wasn’t tired. I decided to meditate. It would clear my mind of over-worked thoughts, and-if lucky-put me to sleep.
I relaxed my shoulders. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. I was calm and relaxed. No thoughts dared to bubble to the surface.
“Damien,” I a dit a mantra to get the voice out of my mind. “Damien, hello?” The voice wasn’t in my mind; it was in the physical world. I opened my eyes. As soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. I gasped. Tears came into my eyes, and I rolled over. I didn’t need to see this being.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If toi don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
toi and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like toi a lot
and toi felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
toi think you're mr. I'm so cool
but toi used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people toi love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made toi feel much better.
But the fight we had,
toi a dit was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell toi gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
toi and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like toi a lot
and toi felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
toi think you're mr. I'm so cool
but toi used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people toi love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made toi feel much better.
But the fight we had,
toi a dit was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell toi gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!