Well, at least last night I got a good night's sleep. That felt really good, especially with all the weird stuff that happened yesterday. I'm assuming that it was just the shock of being placed in an Asylum finally, and fully, set in. Anyway, that was yesterday, and today is today. No lingering in the past. Now, let me begin with today's events. When I woke up everything looked a bit funny. My room, which is usually light blue walls, and ceiling, with white tile floor, and a single bed against the wall, looked hazy. It was as if I was looking through glasses filled with smoke. Then I blinked, and everything was normal again. To be honest i was a bit confused, but the confusion quickly slipped from my mind. Before I could even understand what just happened my door flung open and Josh walked in. Josh is an averaged sized Mexican with curly, black hair. He didn't say anything, just throw some clothes onto my bed. Just before he left he finally told me to get dressed and head into the common room.
It didn't take long to change out of my white t-shirt and pants into the other clothes; which were a pair of khakis, t-shirt, and gray jacket. Before I left the room I folded my clothes all neatly at the end of the bed. When that was done I did what Josh said and went to the common room. The green hallways were rather quiet, and empty. Usually there is at least three or four people in them at a time. I started to think this over in my mind, but like before with the confusion, it slipped away before I could grasp it. That really frustrated me, but before I could try to figure that out I entered the common room. Waiting for me was a handful of inmates dressed in street clothes much like myself, and a few of those "security" people hanging about. Dr. Codwhell was there too, along with the nurse Miss Malky. I believe Miss Malky read my troubled face and asnwered the question that was on my mind. She said that all of the inmates, well she said people, gathered here were going to go visit the museum to get some fresh air and a change of scenery. I thought that was reasonable, so when a couple of the security people, really big and buff white guys, ushered us out of the building and onto a bus I didn't complain, or anything else,I just went quietly along.
The bus trip wasn't very long because apparently, and I did not know this before, the museum was only a couple blocks away. The building was this massive thing, all intricately carved on the outside, a couple lion statues by the stairs; and when we reached the entrance I saw an oak tree carved into the wall on the left side of the door. Sadly I didn't enjoy much of the field trip. Now, I'm just going to write for future reference that what I am about to write is what everyone else told me happened after I blacked out, and now that I am perfectly fine. After the whole incident I was examined by Dr. Codwhell and he said I was fine, just a mild seizure, or something like that. Anyway, the incident, the group wasn't that far into the museum before my eyes started playing tricks on me again. The floor, which was checkered black and white, like a chess board or checker board, started spinning around me. It was slow at first, barely noticeable. but after a short while it gradually increased it's speed. Before I blacked out I remember it going so fast that all the colors were a blur to me, and it appeared as if an arm was reaching out to try and touch me. It succeeded in that attempt, and that is when I blacked out I guess.
The following is what I could piece together from what everyone told me. Apparently I started screaming, and this scream was the kind that chilled the blood. After that I started thrashing around, punching my arms out at some unseen object. It was then that Dr. Codwhell ordered two of the security people to subdue me, which apparently was no easy feet. Miss Malky told me it was as if I was superman for a second. I had lifted both men, with one arm each, by the throat into the air. If it wasn't for a third security person tackling me I would have choked the life out of the other two, which scares me to no end that I was doing that. That's when they finally subdued me and strapped me down to the retainer chair at the back of the bus. When we returned to the Asylum I had regained consciousness. Shortly after that is when Dr. Codwhell did his tests on me to see if I was okay, and injected me with my medicine again. By the time the tests were down it was well after 10, so I went back to my room to update my journal, and now that it is updated I will be getting sleep. Night.
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