Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Patrick POV
"Patient 222"
There’s a lady who often wears a white dishevel dress and a small cap that never seems to fit on her head. In fact, every lady that I’ve seen in this ugly place, do not seem to have fitting caps. The caps were bigger than their heads. This shows that the ward gave out the caps anyhow without head measuring.
“Today he seems to be full of confidence and energetic," I heard a lady in white say. She referred to my boy friend that I had not seen for sometimes.
Looking at the badge on the lady’s chest, it spelt her name clearly as Cassie. Thrice I repeated the same question asking, "Cassie where are my friends? Where’s my boyfriend?" No answer as she kept mum. Her silence infuriated me.
A nurse that accompanied me stares ahead, and wheels me towards the interrogation ward.
You long-faced chipmunk, answer me; I protested! Duty first, as she kept wheeling me, and ignored my question.
On the other side, he kept screaming. If they had not tied him down to the wheel chair, he would hold the nurse by her dress and yelled at her until he became tired. Ivan had not coped well ever since he was here. His mood had suffered persistent inhibition, and euphoria. He experienced erratic behavior that separates him from a normal person.
Sometimes Ivan had mixed feelings and got depressed. Other days, his depression went on longer.
Yesterday morning, whilst he had breakfast he saw a man eating and making funny faces. He regarded him a mad man as he always classified everyone. The man’s action was funny to some patients and they laughed. Their laughs irritated Ivan, who swore and gave the man a bad glare. His angry reaction made the man comport himself. Soon after, Ivan entered the depression state again.
Patrick his best friend he missed so much, and would pray in silence to God to keep him safe. All his friends he knew were here including Patrick, and aware they were in the same state as he was. If only they'd stayed back and not gone to the cabin, maybe they would not see those notes talk less of reading them.
He couldn’t hate Danielle; he believed it wasn’t her fault entirely. Louie in his frayed mind wouldn’t accept that it wasn’t mad Danielle's fault. Who could blame Louie though?
Only God knew what would happen if anything happened to Patrick. Looking around Patrick eyes landed on him, as he recollected his last word to him.
“I promise you, we would get out of this together. I love you Patrick.” He said.
Difficult to know what to say when the police came, and brought us to this hellhole. Through annoyance I hissed, feeling unhappy to the point I felt pain in my chest, and they took me to my ward.