Today was my first Tag working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the hemd, shirt was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the Tag ahead. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead, and palms. My vision was growing cloudy.
I hadn’t had a panic attack in years. Now they were back. No one could know, I didn’t want to have to be institutionalized again. And, I knew if someone found out, that is where I would end up.
I walked into the institution feeling like I was going to throw up. The front room was all white, a schreibtisch in the center of the hall. This was the same institution I’d stayed at, but only a week, and a half ago. If my stomach was tight before, it was about to burst now.
As I walked over to the brown desk, I spotted Deborah working on a chart. She glanced up as I neared the desk. Her eyes peering over her thick-framed glasses.
“Hey, Damien,” she sagte perkily. I immediately wanted to shoot myself. I was not in the mood for perky people.
“Hello, Deborah. How are you?” I asked. Although, I wasn’t in the mood for her perkiness, I still felt the need to be polite.
“I’m great. Are you, okay? Your appointment with Dr. Laveney isn’t until-”
“I’m not here for that,” I interrupted. Can a crazy man only walk into an asylum if he plans on being admitted?
“Oh, then what are Du here for?” she asked, glancing at her charts.
“I’m working here now. Today is my first day,” I said, waiting for her reaction.
“Oh, are Du the new psychologist?” Deborah raised an eyebrow. Her tone was almost sarcastic.
“Yes, I am,” I sagte sternly.
“Oh…well, uh, I thought Du were only twenty-one. Du haven’t had enough time to obtain a doctorate degree,” clearly she wasn’t as observant as I gave her credit for.
“I’ve studied, and experimented since I was seventeen. I did Mehr than any normal college student. I have done plenty to obtain the degree,” I said.
“Alright then. Here are your charts, and your office is down the hall, and to the right. If I’m not mistaken it’s number thirteen,” sagte Deborah. My herz clenched, that used to be Dr. Anozi’s old office.
I nodded, and walked from the desk. The white walls lead me to a corner. Down the hall, from the corner, were brown doors. All the doors had Gold numbers on the front. I walked down to door thirteen.
I took a deep breath. This is where my time away from my room had been spent. Being in there would resurrect some memories I’d been trying to put to rest for the past week.
I opened the door. A big black chair sat behind a large, mahogany desk. Bücher of neuroscience filled the shelves on the wall. I looked at the story of the cracks in the mahogany walls. I went around the desk, setting charts, and papers down. I pulled out the chair to sit. In the chair laid a single manila envelope.
I picked up the envelope. My name was scrawled on the back in black ink. It was Dr. Anozi’s hand writing. My stomach lurched. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. It was a silver half-heart, with a sapphire stone in the center. My birthstone.
I opened the locket, inside it said, ‘Even the craziest man, may have better morals than a sane one.’ I smiled to myself. That is what Dr. Anozi would tell me when I felt down.
I put the locket on, and sat down. He knew I would have this office. What a wise man he was. I opened up a middle drawer on the desk. Inside was a single slip of paper. I opened it up, it was also from Dr. Anozi. It was a letter.
Dear Damien,
I assume Du have discovered the locket Von now. As Du see it’s only half. Another person has the other half. When Du discover whom, wait five months. After the five months are up, both of Du need to come to Russia; to your grandparent’s home.
Best wishes,
Dr. Anozi.
I looked up from the letter, to the wall. I sighed; he always wanted to make me work.
I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the Tag ahead. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead, and palms. My vision was growing cloudy.
I hadn’t had a panic attack in years. Now they were back. No one could know, I didn’t want to have to be institutionalized again. And, I knew if someone found out, that is where I would end up.
I walked into the institution feeling like I was going to throw up. The front room was all white, a schreibtisch in the center of the hall. This was the same institution I’d stayed at, but only a week, and a half ago. If my stomach was tight before, it was about to burst now.
As I walked over to the brown desk, I spotted Deborah working on a chart. She glanced up as I neared the desk. Her eyes peering over her thick-framed glasses.
“Hey, Damien,” she sagte perkily. I immediately wanted to shoot myself. I was not in the mood for perky people.
“Hello, Deborah. How are you?” I asked. Although, I wasn’t in the mood for her perkiness, I still felt the need to be polite.
“I’m great. Are you, okay? Your appointment with Dr. Laveney isn’t until-”
“I’m not here for that,” I interrupted. Can a crazy man only walk into an asylum if he plans on being admitted?
“Oh, then what are Du here for?” she asked, glancing at her charts.
“I’m working here now. Today is my first day,” I said, waiting for her reaction.
“Oh, are Du the new psychologist?” Deborah raised an eyebrow. Her tone was almost sarcastic.
“Yes, I am,” I sagte sternly.
“Oh…well, uh, I thought Du were only twenty-one. Du haven’t had enough time to obtain a doctorate degree,” clearly she wasn’t as observant as I gave her credit for.
“I’ve studied, and experimented since I was seventeen. I did Mehr than any normal college student. I have done plenty to obtain the degree,” I said.
“Alright then. Here are your charts, and your office is down the hall, and to the right. If I’m not mistaken it’s number thirteen,” sagte Deborah. My herz clenched, that used to be Dr. Anozi’s old office.
I nodded, and walked from the desk. The white walls lead me to a corner. Down the hall, from the corner, were brown doors. All the doors had Gold numbers on the front. I walked down to door thirteen.
I took a deep breath. This is where my time away from my room had been spent. Being in there would resurrect some memories I’d been trying to put to rest for the past week.
I opened the door. A big black chair sat behind a large, mahogany desk. Bücher of neuroscience filled the shelves on the wall. I looked at the story of the cracks in the mahogany walls. I went around the desk, setting charts, and papers down. I pulled out the chair to sit. In the chair laid a single manila envelope.
I picked up the envelope. My name was scrawled on the back in black ink. It was Dr. Anozi’s hand writing. My stomach lurched. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. It was a silver half-heart, with a sapphire stone in the center. My birthstone.
I opened the locket, inside it said, ‘Even the craziest man, may have better morals than a sane one.’ I smiled to myself. That is what Dr. Anozi would tell me when I felt down.
I put the locket on, and sat down. He knew I would have this office. What a wise man he was. I opened up a middle drawer on the desk. Inside was a single slip of paper. I opened it up, it was also from Dr. Anozi. It was a letter.
Dear Damien,
I assume Du have discovered the locket Von now. As Du see it’s only half. Another person has the other half. When Du discover whom, wait five months. After the five months are up, both of Du need to come to Russia; to your grandparent’s home.
Best wishes,
Dr. Anozi.
I looked up from the letter, to the wall. I sighed; he always wanted to make me work.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Du enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Du would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat Von his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Weiter time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Du enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Du would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat Von his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Weiter time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two Von fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Liebe to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the Rosen are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two Von fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Liebe to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the Rosen are dying
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a rosa hemd, shirt and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Du have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Du wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do Du have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do Du wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.
'do Du know why?"
'well,she sagte something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come Von my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
'do Du know why?"
'well,she sagte something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come Von my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for Du to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
Liebe is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
Liebe is power
Liebe is strong.
thats why Liebe songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember Du hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for Du to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
Liebe is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
Liebe is power
Liebe is strong.
thats why Liebe songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember Du hum.
im sorry i must run.
I remember the times of the i Liebe you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But Du come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Du stayed.
The child in me, from the times Du loved me.
The debt Du owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Du spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Du are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Du apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But Du come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Du stayed.
The child in me, from the times Du loved me.
The debt Du owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Du spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Du are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Du apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.