The Journal My Friend Gave Me

The Journal My Friend Gave Me

A Short Story

I looked over to the phone and cried and cried because, well I'll get to that, but first lets start at the beginning. It was my first day of school and I felt confident, but I was afraid about everything. I walked around the halls and tried to get used to the new surrounding then I noticed there was no one I knew there. They were all supposed to go to this school, but no, they are all gone. I was scared and worried and impatient. I remember I forgot to take my medication and I popped a pill in my mouth. I began to see funny things around me and I started to sweat. I wandered around and then ran outside and puked. I ran home missing the rest of the school and I was worried so, instead of turning home where I was supposed to turn I just kept running and running. I knew something was wrong. I stopped on the side walk and screamed as loud as I could. I curled up in a ball and screamed and screamed. I can't tell you what happened next because I don't remember that well. All I know is that people swarmed me and I woke up in a white room with an IV in my arm. I looked down at it and I pulled it out and I became sleepy. I heard beeping and people yelling at me, but then I started convulsing and everything went black. I woke up again and took a deep breath and looked around. I was in a different room and there were more nurses. I could see my reflection in the TV that was turned off and I looked awful. My eyes were yellow and my skin was pail. My hair was damp from sweat. I felt weak and annoyed. I looked at the nurse and screamed at her. It was not a mad scream, but a painful scream. I cried and screamed at her she looked scared of me and her eyes welled up and she cried. I screamed at the top of my lungs and arched my back so my chest was towards the sealing. My face was red and my throat was sore from screaming, but I screamed for at least a minute straght. I started convulsing and I pulled at the bed. I looked at the nurse and pleated. “Help me!!!” I screamed and then blackness again. The next time I woke up I was in a straitjacket in the corner on a room that was white and soft. I laid on the soft floor and started to laugh insanely. Then I caught myself acting crazy and got an awful look on my face and screamed. I stayed there for what seemed like years, but then they said I could make my weekly phone call. I walked down the cold white halls and looked at all these people passing bye. They hissed at me or laughed or screamed. I was frightened and would hiss back or scream and try to bite them, but a big scary strong man was holding me back and I gave him and evil smile. The man was a brick and would not show emotion. They sat me down at a phone and I picked it up and dialed my mother and spoke to her saying I was fine and that I love her. She cried a lot. So did I. Then I took the big man's hand and he walked me back to my room. He told me his name, Gabriel. I smiled. “Like the angle?” I asked He laughed and took me back to my comfy room and put me back in my jacket and I fell asleep. I soon learned that he was my nurse and would help me get better. He gave me work sometimes like this journal. He told me to write my feelings down in it and to keep it close to me and write everything in it. That is what I am doing, but I am worried. I asked the lady nurse who gives me my medication where Gabriel is and she looked at me confused. “Who?” “My nurse.” I said. Then she said, “I have never heard of him. I have been here five years and I never heard of him. Besides, I'm your nurse.” “OK.” I said. I grabbed my journal and began to write so here I am now. I have not seen Gabriel in a long while. I am sad, but I know he misses me I miss him too. OK. I will write later. Bye-bye.