My Time in the Psyche Ward

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Last summer, I got really low. My parents were getting a divorce; my life felt like it was falling to ruins. I saw no more meaning in my life. There is a small cemetary by my house, behind the cemetary is a revine; I decided to jump from there. I told my friend, I wrote my suicide note in a text message. I was standing at the top of the revine when he found me. Very carefully, he pulled me away from the edge. He called the police, and they took me to the Hell Hole of Psyche ward. The police said that they had no choice, I was too much of a danger to myself; they said they couldn't take any chances.

The doctors asked alot of questions. They wanted to know what I was thinking and feeling. I didn't want to talk to them; why did it matter if I was having suicidal thoughts? They made me change into sweat pants and a white T-shirt. I could only wear little slippers with no buckles or laces. They took me to a room where there was only padding on the walls. They put me in strait jacket, they left me there; all alone with very little light.

I didn't move for hours, I didn't want to be here; I didn't want to breathe. After another hour, I attempted to get up; it proved to be very difficult when ones hands are latched behind ones back. I got frustrated easily, I almost gave up; but in a last desarate effort, I managed to regain my footing. I stood tall and looked around the room. The walls were bare, covered in a padded substance. I pushed against the wall with my face. It was cold to the touch; hard, yet soft. The padding was white, it hurt my eyes to look; but it was all I had ot see.

There was one small window above me, it let in the moonlight; from a moon I could not see. My cell had grown dark and then lighter again with the passing hours. I saw the first beams of the new day pass accross the floor of the wall, I pulled on my arms; the sleeves of the jacket pulled tight around my body. I rubbed my back against the wall and pulled on the sleeves.

My arms came loose from the sleeves. I pulled harder and my arms were free; I worked at the neck of hte jacket, it slid off of me. I discarded the jacket and lay down on the floor; I curled up and slept comfortably.

I awoke with a start, someone had come into my cell; a doctor walked over to me. "I knew you'd break that," he said, referring to the jacket. "But no matter, you won't be anymore trouble." He took out a large needle and plunged it into my arm; I struggled from tehpain before I passed out.