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Hi, my name is Sheeta
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 | No Mommy, I'm not insane: No pills please [00] |
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 4.74 with 43 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-01-02 15:08:10 |
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I barely remember when They told my mom I was 'Mentally Unstable' and that I was 'a Danger to myself and those around' They said that I should be 'In a place where I could get help'
I don't exactly know why my mother made me see those doctors. Thinking back now, I do remember that a few days before I had to see Them my mother said "she was disgusted with me and she didn't know what was wrong with me" and that "I needed help" She said that after the fixed up the bleeding hole in my leg.
A few days earlier I had fallen down, the skin on my leg was rubbed off so when the scab formed what was I to do but pick it away. I must have been amazed by the sight of the enchanting red stream of blood that ran down my leg, so I just kept picking at it. The stream grew bigger and bigger soon I was tearing away at my flesh, the little stream had turned into a torrent of blood gushing down my leg. It was then that I was overcome with fear, limping I managed to find my mom. She was shocked, she barely said anything when she was wiping the blood away and bandaging my deep gash. That same day however I did hear her on the phone, talking rather frantically to whoever was on the other line.
I didn't think I had done anything wrong, so I was shocked when she woke me up from my nap the next day; dressed me rather quickly then pushed me into the car. I was scared, so I closed my eyes. When the car stopped I opened them, slowly. We where in front of a large grey and rather plain looking building.
Without pausing my mom wrenched open the door, drug me out of the car, pulled me up a long trundle of stairs to a smelly, wood paneled office where a old and frail looking man was waiting. It was him, the first doctor. I disliked him immediately.
My mother and I sat down but what happened after I can't remember, it was really boring so I didn't think I needed to focus. Instead I escaped into my wonderful land, called well It doesn't really have a name. Not yet, the counsel hasn't decided on a formal name yet but everyone calls it 'illard' after the famous spotted hippo named illard.
My adventure in Illard got interrupted when my mother poked my side.
"He wants to ask you some questions darling"
My mothers voice seemed soothing and inviting so I acknowledged her with a upward glance into her hazel eyes.
"How old are you Amber?"
The old mans voice was raspy and nasally I didn't like it. So I sat silently, staring at the floor until my mother poked my side again. I repeated his question in my head 'How old are you Amber' That was my name, Amber. I struggled to remember my age, why couldn't I remember.
Undecided I spat out a number
"Fifteen"
I'm sure the old man sensed my uncertainty because he looked to my mom for confirmation, she merely nodded. I guess that was my age, what a lucky guess.
The man continued to ask me a few questions, then he started talking to my mother again.
After what seemed like hours we finally left the eerie and odd smelling room, headed home.
That night however my mom came into my room and placed a cup full of water in one hand and a pill in the other.
She sat down beside me on my bed, she tried to explain to me that I needed to take the pill, that it would help me; that I would get better. I was confused. 'Get better' how could I get better. Was I sick?
All the while I sat silent on my bed, staring at the pill in my small palm then at the glass of water and the small air bubbles that rose from the bottom and sides to the surface.
My mom kept on talking and talking, her voice droning on; I wasn't paying attention anymore. I was thinking about Illard. But her voice kept interrupting me, so finally I took the pill; making sure I took a extra large swallow of water just incase the pill tasted odd.
I didn't feel any different, I hardly noticed anything well except that my mom had finally shut her mouth. She was smiling now and tears where beginning to form under her tearducts. She still didn't say anything, I was feeling uneasy, this should be the time for her to talk. Instead she just patted my head, took the half empty water glass from my hand, got up from my bed and walked out. It was then, when she closed my bedroom door that I felt the effects of the pill. My stomach was getting uneasy, my thoughts were coming slower and the room started to spin. After minutes of frantic but silent consciousness I blacked out.
.:Illard:.
Was scrolled in big golden letters on large wooden gates that stood in front of me when I resumed consciousness. |
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