Insane

Gaebler's Children's Center. A place for the mental children. Horrible things always happen there. But nothing compares to the things that start to happen after Tammy arrives...

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2. Lizzy 1958: The Seclusion Room

     I was left alone in the dorm for almost four hours with no-one but my 'friends' to talk to, and they were still grumpy with me for not managing to get away from Nurse Minnie earlier that day. But then a girl came in. She wore a pale blue dress identical to mine and plimsoles identical to mine, and wore her hair in plaits. Identical to mine. The only difference was that she had on a white apron over her dress and it was covered in black paint.

"What's your name?" she asked, holding her hand out to shake mine. I looked at her hand. It was covered in black paint. I shook my head.

"It's rude not to shake someone's hand," she said, staring at me. I shook her hand reluctantly.

"Your name?" she repeated.

"Lizzy."

"I'm Patty. I hear voices," she whispered. "Why are you here?"

"I hear voices too, I think," I whispered, my right hand hovering in the air so that I didn't get black paint on my bed sheets.

"Wipe your hand on this bedsheet, it's only Lookie Lisa's bed," Patty said. I automatically reached out, but stopped myself just before.

"It's not right. It's not fair," I said.

"Lizzy. Do it," Patty said, putting her face right into mine.

"Do it Lizzy," the voices whispered into my ear. I reached out, and wiped my hand on Lookie Lisa's bedsheets. I felt better for it.

     About five minutes later, eight other girls walked in solemnly, in single file. All the girls had pale blue dresses, plimsoles, their hair in plaits and aprons. One of the older girls had 'ugly' painted on her forehead very messily, as if she'd put up a fight. I later learned that she was Lookie Lisa. As she walked past me, her head tilted to the side, and she stared at me, as if she wanted to kill me. That stare still haunts me in my nightmares.

     The nurse behind them wasn't Nurse Minnie and I shrank down behind Patty. This nurse was broad shouldered, tall and had a fiery look in her eyes. She terrified me then, and she terrified me until the day I left the hospital.

     The nurse walked over towards me, a little shrinking violet behind Patty, and grabbed my right hand. She turned it over and saw the black paint on my hand that had smeared halfway up my arm and blue dress from wiping it on the bed sheets.

"What's your name?" I asked inquisitively.

"Nurse Jane. You're Lizzy Hapswitch. I think we need to have a little talk about this paint on your arm. It matches the paint on Lisa's bed. Isn't that odd, Lizzy?" she said, glaring at me. I simply nodded my head.

"You did this, Lizzy. Come on. We're going to see the seclusion room. You can get to know it a little better," Nurse Jane said, grabbing my left arm and dragging me out of the room, literally dislocating my arm at the same time. I screamed in pain and Nurse Jane pulled on my arm even harder, which made me scream even more.

"Be quiet! You'll disturb everyone!" she hissed at me.

"My arm-my arm! It hurts! Let go you! Let go!" I screamed. The voices told me to call her a bitch.

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" I screamed at Nurse Jane. Her eyes widened, and she did nothing but tug on my arm even harder, sending constant shooting pains up my left arm and into my shoulder.

     We went down the same dark corridor as I'd been down with Nurse Minnie, but instead of turning right, we turned left. Towards all the screams and the wails. People were banging on walls, screaming, crying, shouting for help. Nurse Jane took out a set of keys and unlocked a door on the right hand side and thrust me into it. There was nothing but a chair in there. No light, no bed, nothing to keep me warm. Just a single chair facing away from the barred window.

"Sleep tight, Little Lizzy," Nurse Jane said, turning away from me and closing the door. I lunged for it, but I didn't get there in time. The door was closed in my face.

     I banged on the door as hard as I could, screaming at the top of my little lungs. I was small for my age, no bigger than a three year old, even though I was six. My fists were bony and after half an hour of banging on the heavy metal door they were bruised and bloodied. But I didn't stop. I continued to scream 'Bitch' at the top of my voice. After about two hours, I gave up, because I could no longer feel my dislocated arm, and so I took to rattling the bars on my window instead. I did that all through the night, until the sun started to come up, when I finally collapsed due to exhaustion and hunger. I hadn't eaten since before I left home the day before. The voices were screaming at me, telling me not to give up, telling me to prove them wrong, but I couldn't muster the strength to open my eyes. I just wanted to lie there and never get up, but then I heard my door opening. I still didn't want to open my eyes and see that awful Nurse Jane again.

     But I didn't. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I opened my eyes. Nurse Minnie was crouching next to me, a concerned look on her face.

"Lizzy, I'm going to take you to the doctor okay? You're arm doesn't look very good," she said, and before I could protest, she scooped me up in her arms and carried me to the doctor. I was so tired and my arm was agony, and I couldn't fight the sleep any more, and as it engulfed me, I heard the voices screaming at me to wake up and to fight her. Just before unconsciousness engulfed me, i managed to muster one word.

"Bitch."

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