psycodelic hospital.A Story by brianna vegammmmmmm..rehab.she sat on the couch staring into space not a single speck of light flashed behind her dark eyes.
she felt tired. numb. undescribable a change from the usual torrents of emotion that flooded her being. the kids around approached her throughout the night curious and questioning. wanting more than the bland replies she gave out. as the nurses called her into the hall to say goodbye to her mother she got up without hesitation. and with no emotion she watched the stranger walk out the heavy door and down the hall. then the nurses sent her to her room. she went in the small dirty restroom and silently sat onthe seat before changing into the two half gowns lent to her. confused and two tired to try to get her mind to work she borrowed bottoms from one of her roomates. and she lay on the stiff thin sheets sh listened to the girls converse. all night the three of them spoke of god and temptations. as she lay in bed that night she read everyword tagged into the headboard. every mark a symbol of a child screaming for recognition. each vanadlization seemed to say: ima person. im here. im not a statistic. recognize me. im a person. the doctors here seemed to forget that. they diagnosed you like they were teachers doing roll call. blandly asking questions only looking up when you took too long to answer. she couldnt sleep that night. or the nights to follow. instead she watched the nurses pass through the small rectangle of a window on her door. the light bothered her eyes. on the rare occasions at home that she did fall asleep she did so surrounded in a thick darkness. a black that you could drown your thoughts in. this light only kept her up and alone with her mind/ © 2009 brianna vegaFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on April 15, 2009 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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