I wake up with bloody wrists and a rope holding them together. As I look around all I see is lights that are way to bright. My head starts to spin. I feel like I might throw up. I close my eyes. I just lay there for what seems like hours, but in reality it is only a couple of minutes.
I open my eyes and sit up. I feel tired from only doing that little bit of work. I feel like I need to run. Away. From here, from the lights, the rope, everything.
I start to hear a pounding in my head. The pounding turns into words. The words turn into phrases. The phrases turn into sentences. The sentences turn into screams, waiting for me, for what? I have no idea.
" It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I repeat in a low whisper, hoping I'll wake up soon. I never do.
• • •
I start to remember things, but of what I remember it is all foggy. Except for one thing, a name, a simple name in fact, Asher Jay Brown. I hope that out of all the things I remember, it's my name.
A younger female nurse walks into my room. As soon as both her feet are in the door I ask her, " Is my name Asher Jay Brown?" I say this sternly and seriously.
She replies, happy and excitedly, " Yes! Your name is Asher Jay Brown! Good job, Asher!" She can not stop smiling can she? I think of another question to ask, my age.
" How old am I?" I ask, full of curiosity. I look down at my waist, my legs, my chest, my feet, assuming I'm around 16.
" You my friend, are only 13." she says a little to brightly for my liking. I just look at her. She looks about 21 or so. She must still be in college.
" You should eat Asher. I'll go make you something." The nurse starts out the door, " Wait! Am I allergic to anything?"
She laughs a bit then says, " Only, nuts, eggs, actually any dairy, and flour." I wonder what she will make me if I can' t eat anything, jeez.
" Only!?" I practically shout. The nurse laughs and walks out of the room. I sit still on my bed. Thinking. Questions like: Why am I here? What did I do? Was it my fault? Who are my parents? Who are my friends? Do I have friends? Family?
The nurse walks back in with my food. It is a salad with some croutons, French dressing, and a ton of vegetables.
" Can you untie me so I can eat?" I ask, a little pissed. I sit there for about a minute, waiting for an answer.
" I'm afraid not, at least, not yet. I have to feed you. Sorry, not my idea." the young nurse says, clearly agitated. She sighs, she sits on the edge of my bed and puts some salad on the fork. " I'm really sorry, Asher." she says as she holds the fork to my lips. I eat it. It isn't half bad, actually.
• • •
After I finish eating the nurse leaves. Which leaves me, alone, except for the voices screaming at me in my head. Telling me things I have no idea what they mean, to simple things like: Get Out! You need to get out! Now!!
The things I don't understand are like: Something big is going to happen! Get out of bed! Get prepared, to leave, to run, to do anything! As long as you live!
I try to ignore them, it doesn't work. So I just assume everyone has these voices, egging them on. I say to myself: Everyone must have voices. I mean, I'm just a normal 13 year old adolescent. No one would hurt me, or do anything bad to me, would they.
I sit on my bed, the lights are still too bright, and there is too much new information. I don't know how I will survive, being hand fed and tied to hospital bed.
I lay down and finally, finally, sleep, after what seems like days but has only been a couple hours.
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My Demons
Horror( Incomplete) About a young boy named Asher Jay Brown. He is placed in a mental hospital after a tragic accident. His experience in the hospital, after that, who knows what he will get himself into. He finally starts to get things right when he h...
