You Can't Love Someone Back to Life • Gawsten

•Afraid•

I was laying still on a cold bed in a dark room. The air was freezing, because the bed was placed right under an air vent. The mattress was held up by a wooden frame, tightly sealed to the floor. My head was spinning out of control, my stomach aching and waves of extreme dizziness flowing through me.

This wasn't the first time I've been in this cold dimly lit room. However the feeling is never normal. I wrapped the thin white blanket around my waist, pulling my knees up to my chest as I lay on my side. I pull the other thinner sheet up onto my upper half to cover my shoulders.

  My body was shivering as chills ran throughout my body. I pulled my arms back through the sleeves of my t shirt. My eyes were closed shut trying my best to warm myself.

I hate this place.

Why was I here again?

I don't want to be here...Not after last time

I squeezed my eyes closed hoping for anything to distract me from this nightmare. Finally I was taken by sleep.

[Time skip to 3 days later]

"Good morning Mr.Knight. You've been here in the hospital for 3 days now and- "

"And now you're gonna discharge me and I'm going to move on with my life?" I cut her off, as I pushed off the blankets that were wrapped around me.

The nurse gave me an empathetic half smile. Even as much as I wanted to believe I was okay and as much as I pleaded with them that I was okay...I knew exactly where I was heading.

[An hour later]

"A mental hospital, are you fucking insane?! The boy made a mistake, he's perfectly fine!" The voice boomed through the hallway and I held my knees closer to my chest.

I couldn't help but cry thinking that I'm the reason for the yelling. I made a mental note to add that to the list of reasons my dad hates me.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down please." There was slight pause.

"The procedure for these incidents are as follows, the patient is admitted to a local hospital for medical treatment and are then evaluated for mental stability. If the evaluation concludes that the individual is a potential threat to themselves or others we send them to the nearest Behavioral hospital with a bed available. Your son's evaluation came back with results that are potentially threatening to himself. Therefore, the law states that he is to be sent to the nearest Behavioral Hospital. The escort will be arriving this morning to pick up your son for transport."

"Absolutely NOT!" He yelled louder this time. I could hear a struggle unfolding but I didn't open my eyes. Instead I held tighter to my knees, as my heart began to race.

"Get him out of here!" The nurse yelled to someone in the hall. There were grunts as what I could only assume was my 'dad' being hauled away.

"He's no son of mine!" He screamed loud, obviously so that I could hear him. A door slammed shut causing me to jump slightly. Finally silence overtook the hallway and footsteps echoed down until reaching my doorway.

I still didn't look up, I couldn't help but feel terrified.

"Awsten Knight? " she said flipping through the papers, I nodded.

"Can you follow me, your transportation should be here shortly." Her heels clicked in the other direction, allowing me time to collect myself. 

Great, another hospital where they'll try to 'fix me' again..can't wait.

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//wow I'm editing this after nearly 6 months and there were so many mistakes I missed\\