How about them Red Sox?

story about friendships..u can meet the best people in the worst places.

BOOM! The thunder is roaring through the night as I lay in my bed listening and replaying the day all over again in my head, from beginning to end. As I stare out the window watching the lighting strike the dark night sky I ask myself, why? Why did I do it? Why did I put myself in this place? Laying here in a room so unfamiliar to me, walls written on with foul language, the curtains hanging down by Velcro, beds bolted down to the floor, the windows bolted shut with plexy glass, and me laying there trapped. I stare out the window looking at the sign as it is lit up by the lightning, “Medowoods Hospital”. It finally hit me, I was in a mental hospital and I wouldn’t be seeing the outside world for a while. I lay there the day replaying through my head the day I knew I’d never forget no matter how hard I tried.

    “Lacey, get up its time for school!” my mom yelled from the next room. “I’m coming” I said as I crawled out of bed with all the energy I could find in my soar tired body. As I walked into the kitchen my mom kissed me as she left for work, the smell of coffee exploded in my face as she walked away with her morning coffee. I make my way to the bathroom, I open the cabinet door as I hear my mothers car squeal out of the drive way. There I stood just staring, over 10 different medications staring right back at me. I turn on the faucet and get a small cup of water as I open 2 of the bottles. I stand there holding a pile of pills and look towards the mirror staring at a girl I didn’t know, “It’ll all be over” I say to the girl as I put the handful of pills into my mouth. The dry awful taste of medicine against my tongue, I chug the water the pills sliding down my throat all at once. “It’ll all be over” I say again to myself as I walk out of the bathroom. As I eat my breakfast and continue to get ready for the day my stomach starts to hurt. A horrible pain in the pit of my stomach, the pain you get when you’ve just been punched in the stomach unexpectedly, and the room begins to spin. CRASH, the lamp falls as I grab onto it for support, it doesn’t help. I fall to the ground my face slamming against the cold floor. I start to black out right as I hear my big brother walk in and scream, “ are you okay?”

    “Are you okay?” the counselor asks as he shines the light into my room to do his 15 minute checks on the patients, I snap back to reality and remember where I am. “Yeah, I’m fine” I say as he walks into my room. “You’ll be getting a roommate tonight, a girl just a little bit younger than you. So don’t be alarmed if you here people in here later on tonight” he says to me as he starts to make the bed next to me, his cologne filling the air. I nod not saying a word and close my eyes and drift away into a deep sleep.

    “Good morning ladies” a women says from the hall. “Ladies?” I say to myself as I turn over and see another girl lying in the bed across the room. She stares back and we both pull our blankets over our faces not wanting to see each other. I peek out and see her doing the same, both of us trying not to make complete contact. I turn over and stare at the wall thinking if I should say anything to her. I turn over again and she looks at me we stare, her face red from crying as is mine. I wait for her to make the first move, we both still sitting there in silence. Her face full of sadness, a look of worry in her eyes, and tears streaming down her face. “Why hello there ladies, how we doing this morning?” the nurse says as she walks into our room. We both get up and look at the lady, not saying a word. “I just have to take some blood samples from you this morning, okay?” the nurse says as she pulls on her white gloves and prepares the needle, we both nod. The nurse takes mine first, the sharp needle digging into my skin, my arm burning in pain. “All set” she says as she walks across the room. “Your turn Jazriana” Jazriana? I think to myself, a girl I never new with a name I never knew of. As the nurse finishes taking Jazriana’s blood and beings to walk out the room I think to myself about what I should say to her. The nurse leaves, and I introduce myself “Hi, my names Lacey” “Hi, I’m Jaz” the girl says staring at me. We talk for awhile getting to know each other. After talking for an hour we decide to stick together and walk out of the room to meet the other kids. It was weird talking to Jaz because she had told me she was 13 but she seemed as if she could be 16 the same age as me. But just talking for an hour I knew she’d be the one I’d grow closest to in this place.

    As we walked out of the room and into what the hospital called the “community room” there were 10 other kids there. Colton, Jen, Sarah, Brittany, Elli, Erin, Hannah, Irvin, Tom, and Stephanie. We all introduced ourselves and talked about why we were at the hospital. All of us staring around the room at one another in an awkward silence. “So, how about them Red sox?” Jaz and I said at the same time as if we were reading each other’s minds. We both broke out laughing. As the day went on we all ended up in our own “cliques”. I didn’t know much about the other kids only the one’s who ended up being in the “clique”. It was me, Jaz, Jen, Sara, and Brittany. As the days went on we spent every minute together. We had our sad moments together, but we also had our good moments. Being in a hospital was not fun, but being there with kids I could relate to made it so much better and actually gave me some good memories. There was Jaz the loud outgoing one, Sarah the random one, Jen being the oldest most mature one, Brittany the quiet yet still funny one, and then me the one who was always trying to joke around, together we made a bond that we all knew would never be broken. In a sense we were becoming a family,

    A week had gone by and we all knew everything about each other. We had our inside jokes, our serious talks, and our moments full of laughter. We attended every group, all of us trying are hardest to get better and be released from this hospital. “Wow guys, I never would have thought I could make friends at a place like this” said Jen as we sat there eating our lunch. “I know me either” I said staring out the window at the cars passing by. At that moment I realized I had made friendships that would never be forgotten. As the day went on and me and Jaz sat in our room talking about what it would be like to finally leave this place, I realized that her friendship meant the most, we had gone through this journey together from the first morning we woke up. We sat there staring out the window wondering when we’d leave, sitting there silently not saying a word until Jaz looked at me smiled and said “So, how about them Red sox?” We both broke out in laughter, the same laughter we had that first day. That was our inside joke from now on, whenever things were awkward that’s what we would say breaking out into laughter.

    Almost two weeks had gone by and it finally happened, a member of our “family” was finally getting sent home. Sarah was the first to leave, and it hit us that we would have to part. Sarah gone had made us feel something was missing. Next it was Jen she left with a smile on her face “I’ll keep in touch, I promise” she said as she walked out the door to the real world. Then there were only three of us left. “I knew it would be hard saying bye but I never thought it would be this hard” Brittany said as all three of us sat there in the community room watching “Americas Best Dance Crew”. As I opened my mouth to say something Brittany’s case worker walked in. “Brittany your parents are on their way to get you” the case worker said staring at us all. Two hours later Brittany was gone. There we were the two of us sitting there wondering who would be next. As we looked around there were kids we never got to know who had come in and took the spot of our friends. The next day had been the mark of week two and a half for me and Jaz. Jaz’s case worker walked in and told Jaz she was leaving that day. I was happy she was finally getting to leave but at the same time my heart dropped at the thought of being the only one left. Knowing I would have to be with these new kids, the only one left from the original “clique”. Tears streamed down my eyes, knowing I would be alone was the worst feeling I had had since being in that hospital. The next hour me and Jaz sat there talking about all the memories we had made the last 2 and a half weeks. “Jaz, can I speak with you?” said Jaz’s case worker. “Sure” Jaz said. Then there it was the moment I had seen Jaz’s face look the saddest I had ever seen it. She was told she couldn’t go home because her foster parents no longer wanted her with them. We sat there one the floor crying together, Jaz leaning on my shoulder her tears running down onto my shirt. That night we slept on the floor making sure we both were right next to each other to make sure if one of us woke up scared the other would be there.

    “Good morning ladies” the nurse said as she walked into the room the same way she did everyday. Following her was my case worker, she turned to me and said “Good news Lacey, you’re going home today.” I knew I should have been happy but I could only think of how Jaz most have been feeling, that same feeling I had felt when I thought I would be the last to leave. The day went on and it was time for me to go. My stuff was packed and I was ready to leave. “Well, guess I’ll talk to you when you get out of here” I said to Jaz as we stood there at the door. “Yeah, definitely need to keep in touch” Jaz said tears filling her eyes. We hugged and said our goodbyes, it was time. It was time for me to go back to the real world and face reality. As Jaz walked away and I started to turn towards the door I knew I had to tell Jaz one more thing. “Hey Jaz” I yelled, she turned around a tear sliding down her face, her face full of that same sadness and eyes full of worry I had seen that first morning ever seeing her. “Yeah?” she asked. I gave her a smile to reassure her everything would be okay and looked her in the eyes saying “How about them Red sox?” We both broke into laughter just like we had always done, and she gave me a big smile and wave as I stepped outside. I got into my dad’s car and drove away turning back to see that same sign I had seen the first night. It read “Medowood Hospital” at that moment I knew I would never forget my Medowood “family”, as it slowly disappeared in the distance.

 

Author's Note

my grammar sucks and theres probably some typos in there some where

Reviews

[WriterMe]

But that's forgivable because your story was just so touching. It did have its weak moments but over all I think you piece was excellent. It had every key consisting of the phrase 'true friendship' and what it really does for you. I think it was really really good.
Plus a good proof read would help. My story's grammar sucks too. All of them =P So it really doesn't matter so much, as long as your story has a good story line =]