I awoke in the school’s nurses’ office. I look around and no one is there. I look to my right side and see handcuffs attached around my right wrist. I pulled and pulled, but it's locked onto the bed rail. The nurse and doctor enter the room.
“Hello Lync, how are you feeling?” The nurse asks.
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I walk into my bedroom, close my door, and shut my curtains because I want to be alone. I place my back against the door and slowly slid to the floor. My bedroom is dark and silent and I can hear my Mum and Dad argue in the living room downstairs. This is day 3 of the arguments. I know this move won’t be ideal; I know we won’t be happy because we have left all of our family and friends behind. I can only hear parts of the arguments and all my Dad can bring up is that he regrets moving. This is a selfish decision that my Mum has made and we should have discussed it as a family matter rather than her taking it upon herself to go ahead with the new job. The shouting, Banging, smashing, crying and sc
I find myself still running. Running away from everything, I am always good at that. Suddenly I stop, I’m surrounded by trees, leaves and logs. It doesn’t take me long to realize that I am in dead man’s woods. I walk over to a log and sit down. I try to think about what has just happened back at home, but... I can’t remember. It’s like I have some sort of amnesia. The more I try to remember, the angrier I become. Last thing I remember is speaking to my Mum in the kitchen.
I awake in a hospital bed, alone in a single room. I try to move, but they’ve cuffed both my arms to the rails on either side of me. I look over to my right hand and realize I have a plaster cast on my hand up to my elbow. But they even cuff that to the bed. ‘What’s going on?’ I think. The door opens. It was my Mum. “Hi darling, how are you feeling?” she asks sweetly. I just look at her. I can’t remember what happened. I remember coming to hospital ab
I sit on my bed and watch the doctor and my Mum talking. I can see them, but I can’t hear them. My Mum waves her hands in the air and it looks as if she is yelling at the doctor. I turn away and look through my window, I can’t help but stare. “Killian,” my Mum says. I look over. Both her and the doctor were looking at me. “Yeah?” I reply.
We pull up into our driveway. Our house looks normal, look as if no one is home. I take my belt off and open the car door. I stand and stare at our house; I close the door behind me and wait for my Mum. “There you go sweetheart, home sweet home.” She says happily. I look over to her and back at the house. I can’t help but feel something is a bit off. My Mum walks in front towards the door, I follow not far behind her. She puts her key in t
A new day approaches. I wake up in my hospital room. Silence fills the room. I don’t think I can do this anymore. I will be forever on pills to control my sanity. Who wants to live like that? Knock, knock
I wake up in the nurses’ room with my Mum stroking my head. Even though I don’t remember how I got there, I know it was a rage frenzy. “Mum,” I say. “I can’t do this anymore,” I cry. She cries too and hush me whilst still stroking my hair.
Back at the hospital where I’ve never felt more comfortable. Laid on my bed with Penny cuddled up to me watching a movie. I feel like me; I feel there’s nothing wrong with me anymore. Having the perfect girl with me is my medicine. “Why did you not say anything about how you feel towards me?” Penny asks with a smile. “Same as you, a bag of nerves,” I laugh.