Out of Their Minds

"Haha, I knew it!" Glenny shouted triumphantly.

"Didn't I tell ya you suck at chess? That's a check mate, my friend, check mate!"

Glenny pounded his eager hands on the chess board and swiped his opponent's king.

"Hey, how can you do that?"

"Don't deny the rules of chess. Check mate, you king me."

"That's checkers you nutcase!"

Glenny wiped his long blonde dreads out of his face and went over to jump on the bed.

"You're jealous 'cause I won."

"Am not! I already beat you in Battleship!"

"Sore loser."

"Shut up Glen."

"Make me."

Glenny was thrown off the bed onto the floor by an oncoming pillow.

"Now you're gonna get it!"

As the fuse in the room was just about to diminish, Patient Ramses' daytime nurse walked into the room. She rolled her eyes as she did every morning when she saw Glenny on the floor, strangling himself. With an exasperated sigh, she walked over to the side of his rectangular hospital bed and grabbed one of the long strings of beads he had hanging from his head and lifted him to his feet.

"Tell Ramses you can play later. It's snack time."

 

“I am normal, Doc.” Lamia said to Dr. Bryan.

“I know, honey,” he replied.

“Then what am I doing here Doc?” Lamia said, gritting her teeth, “This is the Psychiatry Ward.”

“You are on internship, honey,” Dr. Bryan explained, taking a cigarette case out of the drawer.

“You think I want to be around these loony people Doc?” She asked, as he took out a pendulum and began to play with it.

“I know you don’t, but we all have to do our work hon-“

“Do NOT call me honey. I am NOT your honey, I am NOBODY’s honey. Who do you think you are? I bet you’re just looking for a quick F***.” She shot up, toppling the chair backward.

“”Lamia, honey-“

“Are you mad? Can’t you hear? Don’t say honey,” she screeched. “And who’s this Lamia? I don’t see anybody else around.”

“You are Lamia, honey-“

“You stupid creature,” she screamed, “I’m not Lamia, I’m Nakshatra. You a******, can’t you f****** remember the name of the girls you want to f***? And what are you doing with me in this office? Don’t you have a wife to go home to, you-“
The nurse rushed in. “I’m sorry Doctor. What’s happened?”

“Take her away,” the Doctor said, then leaning down to whisper, “A split personality victim sent to me by her counsellor, unaware of the fact, just transited. Is on very unstable terms, the transition was on a small effect. So I’m guessing there’s at least one more personality.”

“At least?” The nurse looked shocked, looking over at the girl, who’d calmed down now, “ but we’ve never had such a case before.”

“Yes, I’d suggest you talk to her first though.”

The nurse nodded and went over to the girl.

“Love, are you okay?”

The girl burst into tears, “My mother used to call me that. Kasie, love she’s say. She was very loving. Why did she die? Hold me will you?”

The nurse cuddled the girl, who was asleep in 5 minutes and then looked over to the doctor.

“I hypnotised her.” The Doctor explained. The looking at his watch, he exclaimed. “I have to go! Time to wake her up.”

“But you won’t call her back?”

“No, I don’t have the time. She’ll be back in one hour. Wake her please Sister.”

The nurse shook the girl who sprang up. Then she looked at the Doctor and whistled. “Nice ass.”

The Doctor turned red and quickly left. The nurse hurriedly followed.

Asia walked out of the room thinking, “I really need to get laid tonight.”

 

I was holding a cup of coffee in my hand. Coincidently, it was hot, something you could not expect from the cafeteria. Brenda was brushing her hair rather than eating the sandwich she ordered - I had no choice but to await her hunger to show up, when I myself was famished.

"And you know what Olena did last night when you were out?"

"No, no one told me and I haven't checked with her yet. What happened?"

"She spilled a 'cafe au lait', which I got for like, twenty bucks, all over me. Over my brand new gown."

"Gown? In the hospital?"

Brenda gave me a sheepish grin and I immediately knew what she was saying.

"Are you still dating my brother?"

She remained silent. I got up angrily from the table and stormed off, wanting to rip my brother apart. Evermore, this 'friend' of mine apart. She was not supposed to. How...how could she?!

"Ma'am, Mr. Haze is waiting for you in your office."

I immediately relieved my muscles, and smiled at the nurse. I turned to my office, and soon raised at eyebrow at what I saw. Noah was kissing the table.

"Noah?"

I asked, and he looked back at me with a wide grin.

"Oh, sorry Doc. How'd you cook these muffins? Mesmerizing."

I chuckled and took my seat, pulling out my notebook.

"Go on."

I was barely listening to Noah. In fact, my attention was only on Jerry. That man was out of my house.

 

“All right everyone, game time is over,” called the burly orderly.

Gregor Handel kept staring at his cards. He’d been a professional poker player once. “Was that before or after med school?” He said to himself. A smile creased his lips. “It was during med school.”

The orderly came close. “Game time is over.”

Gregor kept moving his cards around. He was sure there was a winning hand here, if he could just put them in the right order. He peered over his cards at his opponent. “He’s bluffing,” said Gregor quietly.

The orderly put a hand on Gregor’s shoulder. “It’s time to stop playing.”

Gregor looked up, nodded, and dropped the cards. “I fold. I guess you guys will have to continue the game without me.” He smiled as he slipped one card into the waist band of his pants.

As they walked away, the orderly looked back and shook his head. The table was empty.

 

Olena tried hard to think back. Where was Nurse Brenda? The last thing she remembered was that Nurse Brenda came to her door with some amazing-smelling beverage. She'd said "what is that?" and Brenda had said "cafe au lait, would you like a sip?" She bit her bottom lip and nodded excitedly, then she took the cup in both her hands and took a small, smooth, wonderful sip. Her eyes sparkled, and she was just about to hand the cup back - now the door was shut, and she was in a corner of her room, with something in her hands. She held it up and examined it. It was a sheet covered in nonsense numbers . . . 47, 53, 59, 61, 67, 71, 73, 79, 83, 89, 97, 101, 103, 107, all the way to 1091. She was very smart, but she wasn't very good at mathematics - in fact, the sight of too many numbers made her dizzy. Yet here was her bedsheet, written on with a pen - so many numbers, and formulas, even solved problems. She knew something was wrong with her, because she was in a mental institute, but she couldn't think what. She thought she must be perfectly sane - most of the other patients lashed out and tried to hurt the nurses, but she never did, although she had gotten some unsavory looks from that slutty one . . .

 

"1:00...2:00...3:00!arrrrgg whats at 3:00!"i shout in my room as i try to remember todays schedule.kicking the table i pace back and fourth up my room,
"ahh,got..got it!" i say happily as i return to my bed.It was small-my room-but it was allright my walls where coverd in a light blue paint but i had coverd it with scribbles and notes and words i had found intrest in.grabbing my bag of chalk i write down 3:00 and my reminder about the meeting i have with Dr. Francine,saying it over and over out load to help me stop trying to write it over and over again,it didnt work!.i start to walk out my door but then come back in and try again...after sevrel trys i finaly marster it and complet my jorney out side!

 

Mortimer walked about the facility, escorted by the bitch in white. He continuously spoke aloud about random things, but in his mind he could only think of one thing. When he was God he would strike down this annoying bitch. He'd strike down all the annoying f***ers here. He quickly leaped up on to a table and began screaming about his vengeance and how he would make everyone there suffer when he was God. The nurse quickly ran up and without much thought stuck a shot in his leg. He froze, and looked down slowly. He sat down on the desk and said, "Now why the f*** did you do that. I'm very calm, can't you see? I don't need your f***ing sleepy medicine you f***ing bitch!" she stuck another in his leg, "Isn't that overkill? Is that any way to treat your Jesus? Damn who-" he passed out.

 

Olena flinched as she heard Mortimer shouting swear words. She never swore, and hearing it enduced a feeling in her she couldn't explain - it could only be described as a childlike sadness. Mortimer really believed he was the Messiah, but he was so wrong, and so although she didn't dislike him, she avoided him. Now he was unconsious, and she could feel her hunger growing, so she went on her way to the caffeteria.

 

As im walking in the hallways i see Mortimer being draged along by a nurse while he muttrs in his sleep,thats how most people are here they have too be druged and given shots to calm down,i dont -well i usally dont-im luc....

THUD!A door opens infront of me and i bang into it on my way -as i was daydreaming-to lunch.Looking up i see Olena leaving her room,in a bang my head falls back on the floor,uncontios.

 

Olena heard a thud - her first guess was that someone was banging their head against a door or something, but she looked around, just in case.
"Oh, no . . ." she muttered, seeing Kevin on the floor. "Oh no no no no," she said to herself, bending down to sit beside him. She was horrified - the last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone, and now she'd knocked someone out getting some lunch.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry . . . please wake up!"

 

I was hoping - my fault, mind you - hoping that my day would be the normal kind - who was I kidding? I was in a mental institute, and I expected normal behavior. Goodness, it was all my fault.

Nurse Jeane had come out of the blue as I was talking to Noah, telling me that Kevin and Olena were not in their rooms, but in a corridor where Olena had hurt Kevin. Great, simply amusing.

"Noah, I think you should go to bed now."

"But my visit - "

"Not right now. I promise I'll leave you later in the day. Right now, nap. Nurse, lead him."

With that I ran out of the room, to the aisle five. There, as I had been warned, was an Autistic and one Bipolar patient, interacting in a funny way.

"Olena - what happened?"

I asked softly, so as to not to frighten her.

 

Miss Francine's gentle voice sent chills up Olena's spine. Kevin's pulse and breathing were normal, but he still wouldn't wake up. She didn't know what to do or say - what if he was in a coma? She would feel horrible, and everyone would blame her. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she tried to blink them away.
"I - I . . . " she began. She sobbed once, and continued. "I didn't mean to, I swear, it was an accident. I was just gonna get something to eat, and I didn't see him - I - I hit him with the door." She bit her bottom lip hard, waiting for a reply.

 

I gave Olena a grin and immediately hugged her.

"Oh dear, it's alright. No need to be upset, Kevin's just fine. You're hungry? That's great. Come on, let's go together, okay?"

I swung my arm around her shoulder, giving the most comforting smile I could. Olena sobbed and then we walked in. I looked behind as Brenda arrived and pulled Kevin up, sprinkling cold water on him. Our eyes met for a moment; but I immediately redirected my gaze to the cafeteria.

 

Noah blatantly disobeyed Dr. Francine's order and followed her. Discreetly of course. He'd smiled gently at the nurse and told her he could get to his room alright, and that she should go rest after dealing with hard people all day. She had accepted of course.

One guy was laying on the floor and there was a girl beside him.

Noah pushed the red tinted tips from his eyes and looked between his mother and them. His mother was the coolest and in that white coat she looked even more awesome.

 

Skye walked from the room with a skip in her step, as she hopped through the long, empty corridor. She tried to ignore the dust that covered the corners of the ceiling. They seemed to scream at her as she pass. She’d have to get a ladder one of these days, she had many things to contend with.

She stopped as she saw Olena bent over an unconscious Kevin. The doctor was next to her, and seemed to be talking to her. Her left eye gave a twitch as Olena looked back at her.

“Nice job.” She said, as she walked by. She started to say something else when her eye gave another violent twitch.

“I’ll f***ing smash your head in!” she piped. She hurried off, with a slight blush on her face. Some of the things she did embarrassed herself. She stopped at the lounge where all couches, tables, and playtime things were put. She looked over as Gregor as he was lead from his card game. She watched as he slowly walked off with the orderly, she frowned. No one to play with.

She sat on the floor, and dumped the blocks onto the floor. She put the box behind her; out of sight, out of mind.

She quickly began to put them in straight piles by color. She started with the red, then the blue, the green and finally the yellow. She then began to place in order by size. Smallest to largest, in a perfectly straight arrangement. She looked at her work with a smile on her face, now she could build a castle. Yes, that’s what she wanted. A castle.

Her eye gave a twitch, as she looked up at the ceiling. Another grey dot of paint where it didn’t belong. Another on her list of things to do. She twitched again, forcing her eyes back to the colorful array of blocks in front of her.

She took the first place from the top of the red arrangement and sat it on top of the blue one. They were the same size. She then grabbed the same block from the yellow and green pile and sat them next to the red and blue.

“Yellow on green. Red on blue.” She said to herself, “Yellow to red, as blue is to green.” She then began to work slowly, making sure no wrong colors touched one another. She soon noticed the flaw in her plan, as a blue touched a yellow. She lashed out at the small town, sending all of the pieces on the floor. She let out a cry, and quickly began to put them back into their arrangements.

Her hands shook as she tried to make them straight. Her eye gave a violent twitch.

“I’ll f***ing kill you!” her voice bellowed.

She cried as her shaking hands only caused the arrangement to curve even more. She looked up as one of the orderlies came her way. She wiped her tears away and gave him a fake smile.

“I’m okay. I promise!” she said as she eyed his wrinkled shirt. She wanted nothing more then to tear it off of him. He gave her a look and sat in seat not far from her. She sighed and turned away. Building with blocks was a lot harder then the commercials made it out to be.

 

Mortimer found himself in his cell. He looked around tiredly, mumbling something about George Bush and Sex With Paris Hilton. He did remember in fragments something about another patient hurting another patient. Even in his state of unconciousness he could pick up a bit of what was happening while he was out cold. He curled up on the floor, wishing he could get out, wishing God had decided, "Well Mortimer! You've done good m'boy! Time for you to take my place! Be a good boy, Mortimer. You can kill anyone who pisses you off!" He smiled to himself, he couldn't wait until the time.
Over in the other corner of the cell he heard some rustling. He sat up and saw a strange creature standing there.
"Jesus Mortimer, who's that?"
"Mortimer," said the creature plainly, "We're here amongst you Mortimer, and we need you." The inhuman creature blinked, as if mimicking humanity itself.
"F***, not you guys again! The white bitch said you're not real! GET THE F*** OUTTA HERE! HEEEEELP!" screamed Mortimer at the top of his lungs.

 

She ignored Skye - Skye was only a girl. She was hungry - Francine was beside her, with an arm around her shoulder. She noticed that her face was wet, but she couldn't remember crying a day in her life.
"Is spaghetti okay, Olena?" Francine asked, gently. She opened her mouth to protest, but decided against it - it wasn't worth getting into, and if Francine had left Olena's name out of this, she liked spaghetti. So she nodded. Then she heard a call for help, and forgot her appetite. She got up and headed down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Francine asked, but she didn't answer.

 

Noah hear someone scream and looked to where the sound was coming from. He looked back at his mom and that patient, well, she had said he was supposed to take a nap.

"Mom, I'll be right back," he said and walked over to the cells. Currently nobody was guarding so he got in easily and walked along the rooms until he reached the one with all the racket.

"Hey, you need some help?" He asked calmly.

 

Suddenly, she felt a twitch - this time, she didn't give in to Vira. She was helping this guy - the guy Olena avoided, and Vira teased. Vira would not show her face - er, personality. Still, she was too weak for the twitch, and Noah was already at the ready to help this guy, so she began to run - as far away as she could take Vira from him.

 

"wha...what?"i mumble waking up to the odd sensation of frezzing water,i had a thumping headach.looking up i see the face of nurse Brenda,with a bucket in her hand.
"you ok now?"she asked me setting me on my feet.
"yes,thank you...thank you."i stutter stepping away.As i was walking away to the cafateria i felt my head there was a large bumb but other wise i was allright!

 

Mortimer heard someone say something from outside his cell.
"Jesus f***! Who is that!?"
The creature in his cell looked over at the voice as well, and seemed to melt away into the wall. Mortimer stared in horrible interest as it disappeared in front of his eyes. As if a switch was flipped, he suddenly became calm.
"Stupid f***er, melting into my damn wall. Go back to hell you damn demon."

 

I was losing track of things. I was holding a plate of spaghetti, but Olena was going somewhere? Oh right, a scream. And then Noah was not in his bed - nasty little boy - and was going where...? Oh God, I think I'm crazy now.

"Brenda," I called out to Brenda, who had just put Kevin on bed, "handle all other patients. Someone just screamed, and Olena plus Noah have followed the scream. Send a few nurses too."

Brenda was shocked, but she knew that I was professional when it came to the hospital. My personal grudges were way unimportant right now.

I found myself running to the room, and recognized the voice. Mortimer.

"Oh God."

I cried worriedly, grabbed a pair of handcuffs as I walked in. The next I knew was Olena running away from the room. I knew what she was facing.

"No where to go, young lady."

I spoke softly, and she immediately turned angry.

"Shut up, I'm not your servant."

Oh great. Aviva had bad timing.

"Olena..."

"No, I'm Aviva! Aviva, I tell you!"

She screamed, and the nurses arrived just in time.

"Ask Mortimer what happened, and get Noah out of there. I'll handle her."

 

From the little window, Noah looked at the wall but there wasn't anything. Maybe it had melted before he could see it, oh well.

"It's me," as if Mortimer knew who he was. "You need out?" He continued to speak calmly. He understood that the people here were....sick. They needed comprehension and understanding. Wait, isn't that the same?

 

Somebody was talking to him. Somebody seemed like they knew him, offering him to be let out. Mortimer looked up, with his bright eyes being the only thing which shone in his dark cell.
"God, father? Is it you? Have you come to let me out?"
He crawled sickeningly forward. He rolled on the floor in front of the door like a worm.
"FATHER! I HAVE SUFFERED SO GREATLY FOR YOU! PLEASE, FREE ME! I WISH TO RULE THIS WORLD! FATHER!?"

 

"Father? I'm not your dad, you sound a lot older than me. It's just me, Noah." Noah looked around as he heard footsteps but nobody was coming or going. He looked inside the room again, the man was groveling on the floor, twitching like some kind of worm. He looked old but his face wasn't unpleasant, too much at least.

"Tell ya what, I'll let you if you're my boyfriend," Noah smiled almost evilly.