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And finally, the ending!
I heard a door open and opened my eyes to see light flooding into a small white room. I sat up as plump, old women set a large tray of food on a table next to me. I looked around and saw a small barred window to my left that was the reason for all the light. The room seemed so cold.
“Where am I?”
“Oh dear, don’t you know?” the women asked kindly.
“Am I at the hospital? Did that man get arrested?”
“What man dear?” She looked at me quizzically.
“The man that tried to kill me!”
She looked at me sympathetically and then shook her head.
“There was no man dear. You’re at a mental institution in North Wilkesboro. You’ve been here for two months. She paused. “Here’s your medicine dear.” She handed me two large white pills and a glass of water. I took the pills and pretended to swallow them, but hid them in the corner or my mouth. When she left I spit the pills into the trash bin beside my bed that contained stale vomit. I turned back to my flat pillow and sleep claimed me again. I slept on forever it seemed. One dream kept coming to me. I envisioned a girl I knew and I could see myself walking up to her. She smiled menacingly and suddenly I could feel my hands around her throat. Other girls screamed and ran about as she fell to the floor. Some even tried to pull me off of the girl, but I held fast. Once again I was woken by the door opening. I opened my eyes and found that my room was very dark. I looked out at the full moon and felt something sink onto my bed. I looked over and saw the man sitting on the end of my bed, his piercing grey eyes stabbing at me. I screamed and tried to move away from him, but he just sat there and stared at me. Finally I stopped screaming.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Hatred. Your hatred.”
“My hatred?”
“You have been trying to suppress me and hide me, but I cannot be suppressed. Eventually, I will get out, in the most terrible and vengeful ways. I am a bad thing, but it is bad to keep me bottled up inside. Do you understand?”
“You’re here, and I’m here, because I kept my hatred bottled up?”
He nodded.
“You have to learn to compensate with hatred if you ever want to get out of here. Hate is a part of life, but you need a way to release it, to recognize it, you can’t keep it locked up. It is a powerful emotion.”
I suddenly found his voice to be comforting, his face to be beautiful. I loved his hair and his lips and his eyes. His piercing grey eyes, they were nothing to fear. I reached up suddenly and touched his face. It was so warm and comforting. He reached up and grabbed my hand.
“Be careful, ignoring hate is harmful, but loving it will destroy you and everything in your path.” I released my hand and let it fall on the cold blanket beneath me. “Don’t let your emotions eat you.” And then he left me as a nurse bustled in and stared in wonder at the state of my disheveled room.
I heard a door open and opened my eyes to see light flooding into a small white room. I sat up as plump, old women set a large tray of food on a table next to me. I looked around and saw a small barred window to my left that was the reason for all the light. The room seemed so cold.
“Where am I?”
“Oh dear, don’t you know?” the women asked kindly.
“Am I at the hospital? Did that man get arrested?”
“What man dear?” She looked at me quizzically.
“The man that tried to kill me!”
She looked at me sympathetically and then shook her head.
“There was no man dear. You’re at a mental institution in North Wilkesboro. You’ve been here for two months. She paused. “Here’s your medicine dear.” She handed me two large white pills and a glass of water. I took the pills and pretended to swallow them, but hid them in the corner or my mouth. When she left I spit the pills into the trash bin beside my bed that contained stale vomit. I turned back to my flat pillow and sleep claimed me again. I slept on forever it seemed. One dream kept coming to me. I envisioned a girl I knew and I could see myself walking up to her. She smiled menacingly and suddenly I could feel my hands around her throat. Other girls screamed and ran about as she fell to the floor. Some even tried to pull me off of the girl, but I held fast. Once again I was woken by the door opening. I opened my eyes and found that my room was very dark. I looked out at the full moon and felt something sink onto my bed. I looked over and saw the man sitting on the end of my bed, his piercing grey eyes stabbing at me. I screamed and tried to move away from him, but he just sat there and stared at me. Finally I stopped screaming.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Hatred. Your hatred.”
“My hatred?”
“You have been trying to suppress me and hide me, but I cannot be suppressed. Eventually, I will get out, in the most terrible and vengeful ways. I am a bad thing, but it is bad to keep me bottled up inside. Do you understand?”
“You’re here, and I’m here, because I kept my hatred bottled up?”
He nodded.
“You have to learn to compensate with hatred if you ever want to get out of here. Hate is a part of life, but you need a way to release it, to recognize it, you can’t keep it locked up. It is a powerful emotion.”
I suddenly found his voice to be comforting, his face to be beautiful. I loved his hair and his lips and his eyes. His piercing grey eyes, they were nothing to fear. I reached up suddenly and touched his face. It was so warm and comforting. He reached up and grabbed my hand.
“Be careful, ignoring hate is harmful, but loving it will destroy you and everything in your path.” I released my hand and let it fall on the cold blanket beneath me. “Don’t let your emotions eat you.” And then he left me as a nurse bustled in and stared in wonder at the state of my disheveled room.