If Walls Could Talk

Jane and her father walked through the front doors of the hospital to visit her mother. The electric doors opened right before them, inviting them to join in on their misery. "If walls could talk.", Jane said under her breath. She smiled to herself when she saw the smirk her father wore from her witty comment. She was happy to know that he still had a little life left within him still. He pressed the metal button that opened the even more secure doors leading them to her mother's room. "What is this, like a prison.." she thought to herself. So many things were racing through her mind, but something stopped her in her tracks. A nurse was standing before her and her father. She could tell that the nurse and Jane's dad had talked before, maybe on the phone or something. They began speaking to each other and trading words like; 'psychiatric' and 'depression'. Words, as you can guess, really made no sense, but as her father started raising his voice, she begain to peice the puzzle together.At this point, he was yelling at the nurse, demanding to see his wife, otherwise, he would be pressing charges against the hospital.Where was her mother? Why hadn't she seen her yet? None of this made sense. On the other hand, the past few days had been very similar. The ride home was quiet, and neither Jane nor her father spoke. The radio did all the talking. If you haven't guessed already, Jane's mother was not well. She was unstable. Mentally and physically. Jane knew all of this, but never would have guessed that it would get this carried away. She wanted to wake up. Wake up from this nightmare. She wanted her life back. 10 year old's shouldn't have to worry about these kinds of things. She wanted her mother back, she wanted her to be okay. Jane needed someone to talk to. She needed it desperately, but she couldn't let anyone know what had been going on. She didn't want that. She wouldn't allow it.