"Calm down Mae, there is nothing there," a nurse held on to my shoulders and looked me in the eyes as a guard restrained my arms, so I could no longer point out the window. But the whole time, on the other side of the glass laid a man, a black cloud with eyes looking right at me.
"But... But it's right there," I shook my shoulders to break free but he had a strong grip on me. "Over there! Why aren't you doing anything?" Tears pooled in my eyes as I struggled to get away.
"I think we are going to have to put her in," the nurse looked at the guard and whispered then peered down at me. "Mae free time is over," she spoke as the guard brought me away.
"No you have to do something it's over there," I shook my hands and got free for a split second until I felt a pinch in my shoulder. My vision blurred and incoherent words fell from my mouth.
When I woke up I was back in my bed. The light blue blanket cover the bottom half of my body causing me to shiver in the cold atmosphere. My whole body was calm and didn't want to move from the comfort of the bed. In the end I had to because my nurse called me for community group. I felt the dread in my stomach as I stood up and realize its not even noon.
"Mae please hurry we are already late," she waits for me in the doorway and hands me my grey sweatshirt. The halls were empty and poorly lit by small iridescent lights on the walls.
When we reach the group room I got anxious stares from all the other patients. Some are OCD and can't comprehend being late "Okay let's start the day off good and share about ourselves," he spoke to us like preschoolers.
"Hi I am Carly and I have OCD," she looks around the room frantically as she traced circles on her thigh.
"Thank you for sharing first," the psychiatrist nodded his head with great enthusiasm. It was if he praised us for being freaks. For being insane. For being crazy.
"Hahahahaha," the newest one in the group busted out in a hilarious fit. A scrawny brunette held her stomach as she hunched over tearing up it was so funny. She put her hand with curled fingers up to her eyes and pretended like she was looking through binoculars.
"Jenna would you like to share it is your first day here," her hysteria didn't phase him one bit.
"Um.. Actually I would like to get this over with," I raised my hand and spoke loud to catch everyone's attention from Jenna's fit.
"Yes thanks well I am Mae and I was diagnosed with Psychosis," Once I finished he clapped for me.
"Good job Mae coming to terms with it will help your long term recovery," I rolled my eyes and let out a huge sigh.
Later that night everyone was hanging out in the lobby. I kept looking over my shoulder to the spot the in the glass I saw the 'hallucination'. Once I got the courage to look longer than a couple seconds I noticed something that lead me to walk up and investigate. On the other side if the glass was finger prints, a thin oil trace of a hand.
"I saw too," an older lady rocking back and forth kept her gaze fixated on window while she spoke quietly to me. "One two three four, one two three four," she whispered to the beat of her rocking. "I saw the man behind the glass."
