Hospital Whiteness

I remember how dizzy I was. I could barely keep my eyes open. The sounds of the loud sirens were fading. The ambulance was shaking, driving so fast, the doctors could barely keep their balance. I had this big, white mask over my mouth, helping me breathe normally. I ignored the whole situation and just disappeared into a half sleeping condition. My mother stood on my right side, held my hand. Black tears of mascara were pouring down her face. You could see the look of her face was screaming. She was almost screaming, but held it back. She held my hand tighter and tighter, in hopes of it would keep me awake and sane. I was scared, but at the same time, I was too exhausted to stay awake in the situation.


5. Breaking free

Time stopped. Had those Devils put me in a mental hospital without my mother - my only friend and family - knowing? I got furious. Never in my life had I felt so angry. I looked him in the eyes and silently but directly and seriously said:

“How. Dare. You?” I didn’t want an answer. I just wanted to scream. I needed to go home. My pulse raised and my fists were locked tight. I felt like punching something. Or someone.

I got up, and as I was about to leave the room, Dr. O’Riley put his hand on my shoulder, as if he was trying to stop me and said:

“Mary, wait. I’m trying to talk to you.”

I took his hand, threw it down from my shoulder.

“You have nothing to say right now”, I said.

I walked out and sat near the reception. The nurses were gone. I tried to collect my thoughts and get myself together. The words Greenwood Mental Hospital were stuck in my head. Then I realized: I wasn't that far from home. I could run to my mother’s house and tell her what had happened. I needed to hide. The nurses were gone, and I couldn’t see Dr. O’Riley anywhere, but if I ran out of the door, they’d hear it because of the bell that rang whenever you used the door. I could try to adjust the bell, but I didn’t think I knew how to do that. There needed to be another way.

I went back to my room. As I entered the room, the first thing I saw was the window.

I took the table next to my bed, and placed it against the door.

I went over to the window, grabbed it and pulled it up. Nothing happened. I realized, I had to break it. How was I supposed to do that without the nurses hearing it?

I looked for something to use. The vase on the table. The flowers my mom had left me, were placed in a vase on the table. The vase was made out of wood. I took the flowers out of the vase, and placed them carefully on the table. I took the vase. I looked around. I could use the vase, but the noise would be too loud. I took a pillow. That way, I could break the glass a bit silently.

I went over to the window, put the pillow on it and broke the window with the vase.

I could barely hear it. The glass landed on some bushes, and so did I. I made it. I was out. Then I just needed to find my mother.

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