Maybe we're crazy [minie]

[Hael [prev. reasons]]

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I DON'T WANT EASY

THE SOUND of shoe colliding with dirt fill my ears. My hands are stuffed into my front pockets and sighed. Unwilling, I am going to visit my crazy aunt. I've seen her once or twice and I was a little frightened by it all, I just really wanted to go home. That was six years ago. My aunt has been lonely and requested me specifically to come, I didn't think she remembered me.

When I enter, I am hit with a wave of cleanser and almost choke on the fumes. I am lost in a maze of white walls that seem just as intimidating as they are supposed to be white. The lights and white walls blind me and I feel more disorientated than I should. I am too used to the dark for adjusting to the light to be easy.

Someone dressed in white - ugh - checks something off their check board. I assume they work here so I ask, "excuse me, can you tell me what room Matilda Bronson is in?" She looks up from her paper and looks and me skeptically. "Eli Bronson?" I nod in response. "We're been waiting for you. Matilda is in room 3570," she tells me before ignoring me. I sigh and take a stop in the bathroom.

I use the stairs to get to floor three and finally arrive at my aunts room. I inhale deeply before walking in.
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I walk out my aunts room, thinking it went well. I was in there for about an hour and a half. We never made conversation, but I'm sure she knew who I was anyway. It might be a stretch, but I think that my presence might even have calmed her.

I admit it, I'm more than surprise that something more interesting happened today. It was a little boring for a visit to the mental hospital.

I try to find my way out of this white maze, but find myself getting lost over and over again. A huff of frustration escapes me as I try to locate the exit.

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C R I N A E A K R E A R N S The good side Usually I stay in my room where I am told, never leaving the safety of it. Some stares are just so wicked that they frighten me, make me want to crawl under my blankets and stay there forever and always. Most people don't like me here, I don't know what I ever did wrong, but their cold stares speak for them as I pass by. I walk in a slow pace where everything around me seems to be faster maybe 10 times faster I'm not really sure, but it is for my safety, maybe one day I will move slow enough so that nobody notices me. The people that walk by me, either have the same type of long white dress on as me, and some even have the special jacket like me. The one that keeps you from moving, the one that wraps your arms around you like a hug, I like thinking of it as if I am giving myself a big hug, to comfort me, to tell me that I love myself, I might be the only one that would ever love me, but at least I know one person does and this person will be with me as long as I live. I carefully go into a corridor that doesn't seem crowded by people, one where I think I will be alone again, where I can sit down and tell myself nice stories and still have the freedom to walk wherever and whenever I want to. I sit myself down in the empty hall and start thinking of something, something that doesn't exist, I'm quite found of those things, especially the kind ones the ones who help the people fly and such. I imagine myself ridding something that could fly, oh how I wish to be able to feel the cool wind running through my brown hair or to be able to stretch out my arms and act as if I have wings on my own. those are the kind of stuff I wish to do, and one day I promise myself I will do all those stuff. I will fly like a bird, and climb the highest trees like a monkey, and maybe at the top I will eat a banana, but first I have to get out of here, but that will never happen they will never let me go. I hear foot steps, coming my way, I pray that it isn't a nurse, I don't want to go back, I want to sit here and imagine all day what my life could be like outside living side by side the animals. template by chelsey