Today was my first دن working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the شرٹ, قمیض was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the دن ahead. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead, and palms. My vision was growing cloudy.
I hadn’t had a panic attack in years. Now they were back. No one could know, I didn’t want to have to be institutionalized again. And, I knew if someone found out, that is where I would end up.
I walked into the institution feeling like I was going to throw up. The front room was all white, a ڈیسک in the center of the hall. This was the same institution I’d stayed at, but only a week, and a half ago. If my stomach was tight before, it was about to burst now.
As I walked over to the brown desk, I spotted Deborah working on a chart. She glanced up as I neared the desk. Her eyes peering over her thick-framed glasses.
“Hey, Damien,” she کہا perkily. I immediately wanted to shoot myself. I was not in the mood for perky people.
“Hello, Deborah. How are you?” I asked. Although, I wasn’t in the mood for her perkiness, I still felt the need to be polite.
“I’m great. Are you, okay? Your appointment with Dr. Laveney isn’t until-”
“I’m not here for that,” I interrupted. Can a crazy man only walk into an asylum if he plans on being admitted?
“Oh, then what are آپ here for?” she asked, glancing at her charts.
“I’m working here now. Today is my first day,” I said, waiting for her reaction.
“Oh, are آپ the new psychologist?” Deborah raised an eyebrow. Her tone was almost sarcastic.
“Yes, I am,” I کہا sternly.
“Oh…well, uh, I thought آپ were only twenty-one. آپ haven’t had enough time to obtain a doctorate degree,” clearly she wasn’t as observant as I gave her credit for.
“I’ve studied, and experimented since I was seventeen. I did مزید than any normal college student. I have done plenty to obtain the degree,” I said.
“Alright then. Here are your charts, and your office is down the hall, and to the right. If I’m not mistaken it’s number thirteen,” کہا Deborah. My دل clenched, that used to be Dr. Anozi’s old office.
I nodded, and walked from the desk. The white walls lead me to a corner. Down the hall, from the corner, were brown doors. All the doors had سونا numbers on the front. I walked down to door thirteen.
I took a deep breath. This is where my time away from my room had been spent. Being in there would resurrect some memories I’d been trying to put to rest for the past week.
I opened the door. A big black chair sat behind a large, mahogany desk. کتابیں of neuroscience filled the shelves on the wall. I looked at the story of the cracks in the mahogany walls. I went around the desk, setting charts, and papers down. I pulled out the chair to sit. In the chair laid a single manila envelope.
I picked up the envelope. My name was scrawled on the back in black ink. It was Dr. Anozi’s hand writing. My stomach lurched. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. It was a silver half-heart, with a sapphire stone in the center. My birthstone.
I opened the locket, inside it said, ‘Even the craziest man, may have better morals than a sane one.’ I smiled to myself. That is what Dr. Anozi would tell me when I felt down.
I put the locket on, and sat down. He knew I would have this office. What a wise man he was. I opened up a middle drawer on the desk. Inside was a single slip of paper. I opened it up, it was also from Dr. Anozi. It was a letter.
Dear Damien,
I assume آپ have discovered the locket سے طرف کی now. As آپ see it’s only half. Another person has the other half. When آپ discover whom, wait five months. After the five months are up, both of آپ need to come to Russia; to your grandparent’s home.
Best wishes,
Dr. Anozi.
I looked up from the letter, to the wall. I sighed; he always wanted to make me work.
I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the دن ahead. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead, and palms. My vision was growing cloudy.
I hadn’t had a panic attack in years. Now they were back. No one could know, I didn’t want to have to be institutionalized again. And, I knew if someone found out, that is where I would end up.
I walked into the institution feeling like I was going to throw up. The front room was all white, a ڈیسک in the center of the hall. This was the same institution I’d stayed at, but only a week, and a half ago. If my stomach was tight before, it was about to burst now.
As I walked over to the brown desk, I spotted Deborah working on a chart. She glanced up as I neared the desk. Her eyes peering over her thick-framed glasses.
“Hey, Damien,” she کہا perkily. I immediately wanted to shoot myself. I was not in the mood for perky people.
“Hello, Deborah. How are you?” I asked. Although, I wasn’t in the mood for her perkiness, I still felt the need to be polite.
“I’m great. Are you, okay? Your appointment with Dr. Laveney isn’t until-”
“I’m not here for that,” I interrupted. Can a crazy man only walk into an asylum if he plans on being admitted?
“Oh, then what are آپ here for?” she asked, glancing at her charts.
“I’m working here now. Today is my first day,” I said, waiting for her reaction.
“Oh, are آپ the new psychologist?” Deborah raised an eyebrow. Her tone was almost sarcastic.
“Yes, I am,” I کہا sternly.
“Oh…well, uh, I thought آپ were only twenty-one. آپ haven’t had enough time to obtain a doctorate degree,” clearly she wasn’t as observant as I gave her credit for.
“I’ve studied, and experimented since I was seventeen. I did مزید than any normal college student. I have done plenty to obtain the degree,” I said.
“Alright then. Here are your charts, and your office is down the hall, and to the right. If I’m not mistaken it’s number thirteen,” کہا Deborah. My دل clenched, that used to be Dr. Anozi’s old office.
I nodded, and walked from the desk. The white walls lead me to a corner. Down the hall, from the corner, were brown doors. All the doors had سونا numbers on the front. I walked down to door thirteen.
I took a deep breath. This is where my time away from my room had been spent. Being in there would resurrect some memories I’d been trying to put to rest for the past week.
I opened the door. A big black chair sat behind a large, mahogany desk. کتابیں of neuroscience filled the shelves on the wall. I looked at the story of the cracks in the mahogany walls. I went around the desk, setting charts, and papers down. I pulled out the chair to sit. In the chair laid a single manila envelope.
I picked up the envelope. My name was scrawled on the back in black ink. It was Dr. Anozi’s hand writing. My stomach lurched. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. It was a silver half-heart, with a sapphire stone in the center. My birthstone.
I opened the locket, inside it said, ‘Even the craziest man, may have better morals than a sane one.’ I smiled to myself. That is what Dr. Anozi would tell me when I felt down.
I put the locket on, and sat down. He knew I would have this office. What a wise man he was. I opened up a middle drawer on the desk. Inside was a single slip of paper. I opened it up, it was also from Dr. Anozi. It was a letter.
Dear Damien,
I assume آپ have discovered the locket سے طرف کی now. As آپ see it’s only half. Another person has the other half. When آپ discover whom, wait five months. After the five months are up, both of آپ need to come to Russia; to your grandparent’s home.
Best wishes,
Dr. Anozi.
I looked up from the letter, to the wall. I sighed; he always wanted to make me work.
When I woke up I was on a cement floor. My head felt terrible pain and I saw that I had some black and blue on my leg.
''Finally, آپ woke up. I have been waiting for your name.'' A voice کہا behind me. I turned around and screamed the sream that sounds like a dying llama. ''Billiam Fergunsun!'' I yelled in rage. ''Yes, tis I ,Billiam Fergunsun."
He is such an idiot. I stood up and brought my knee to his pee-hole and he screamed like a little girl. "Girl power!" I screamed. I didn't notice his friends.
They almost hit me when I heard someone scream now! and I felt light headed and everything went dark again.
''Finally, آپ woke up. I have been waiting for your name.'' A voice کہا behind me. I turned around and screamed the sream that sounds like a dying llama. ''Billiam Fergunsun!'' I yelled in rage. ''Yes, tis I ,Billiam Fergunsun."
He is such an idiot. I stood up and brought my knee to his pee-hole and he screamed like a little girl. "Girl power!" I screamed. I didn't notice his friends.
They almost hit me when I heard someone scream now! and I felt light headed and everything went dark again.
TOADSTEP PVO
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing مزید than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
What just happened what kind of dream was that? Toadstep wondered.
He couldn't believe he just dreamed that he loved Dovewing مزید than Ivypool. He shook his head vigourously trying to get the thought out of his mind. Ivypool was lying beside him and dreaming too, she mustn't of heard him call out his dream.
Thank god! Toadstep thought with relief.
He nudged his mate and she got up, "Morning, Toadstep." She purred rubbing her face against Toadstep's..
Everything is going to be okay, Toadstep you'll be fine, as long as she doesn't find out about the dream.
Can I help if I am messy?
Can I help if I forget?
Yes I can.
Can I help if I mouth off?
Can I help if I cuss?
Again, yes.
Can I help if آپ screech?
Can I help if آپ blather?
No.
Can I help if you're a hypocrite?
Can I help if آپ overreact?
No, not really.
Can I help if آپ yell at me, for no good reason?
Can I help if آپ punish me for rolling my eyes?
Lord knows no.
True, I can help some bad things I do.
But the worst thing of all.
That I possibly can do.
Is waste دن after day.
Of putting up with you.
Can I help if I forget?
Yes I can.
Can I help if I mouth off?
Can I help if I cuss?
Again, yes.
Can I help if آپ screech?
Can I help if آپ blather?
No.
Can I help if you're a hypocrite?
Can I help if آپ overreact?
No, not really.
Can I help if آپ yell at me, for no good reason?
Can I help if آپ punish me for rolling my eyes?
Lord knows no.
True, I can help some bad things I do.
But the worst thing of all.
That I possibly can do.
Is waste دن after day.
Of putting up with you.
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
آپ used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
آپ made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only آپ knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
آپ ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But آپ were wrong
مزید so than any love song
آپ made me want to sing
With آپ following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing آپ that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
آپ used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
آپ made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only آپ knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
آپ ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But آپ were wrong
مزید so than any love song
آپ made me want to sing
With آپ following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing آپ that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I felt them start to build up
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
As soon as I saw him
I put on a happy face for my mom
Because she doesn’t know
That he broke my heart
She didn’t know that I balled my eyes out
She hasn’t realized that I’ve withdrawn
He says he wants us to be friends
I could barely hold them back
He asked if I understood
And I do
But that doesn’t stop the pain and anger
I blink back the tears
And realize that I was starting to put a shield up
My shield of anger
I feel the tears
As I pray
That God will help me this time
So I don’t isolate myself again
And don’t lose myself
Tears……
They come and I can’t stop them
I hate them
They are a weakness
and I can’t stop them
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a تیز رو, سوئفٹ dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, love and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a تیز رو, سوئفٹ dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, love and it’s people’s cries.