Nov 23, 2014
This place has been eerily silent lately.
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This place has been eerily silent lately.
One week and counting until a night of freedom from this hell that I seemed to be trapped inside.
"Woah, woah, hey, wait! Uh... okay... If you're really not in a mood to talk..."
"God. This tv show that's on now is just the worst bullshit ever."
Did someone around here say drugs? || Kathleen & Logan
Kathleen left her room without any good reason. It almost became her daily ritual, wandering around the hospital. Not that she expected to meet someone or see anything special. Befriending other patients was usually hard, most of them was getting irritated pretty soon. Kathleen could understand it. She chose not to hide her state of mind long ago - if she was in a bad mood, then she was. It was idiotic to bounce around and sing about flowers for someone as cursed as her. Depression was a tough bitch, she had to admit it.
However, it wasn't really the biggest problem. She learned to live with dark thoughts long. What bothered her right now was withdrawal symptoms. Headache and sudden weakness were on a daily basis. The meds she was getting here kind of stabilized it, still it didn't mean she got rid of all that stuff. The girl almost couldn't sleep at night, during the day she walked around irritated. Or angry. Or resigned - it was still changing.
If only she could meet anyone who could actually help her... This place was weird enough to have someone interested in drugs. Kathleen saw some patients smuggling cigarettes the other day. If they somehow got cigarettes, why couldn't they get drugs? Still, it was hard to say if it was really impossible or drug dealers were sitting quiet. Kathleen noticed that patients aren't into telling the whole truth.
The girl sat on the sofa in one of the dayrooms and looked around, noticing a few patients. She narrowed her eyes, tired of all these local secrets. "Is this place that fucked up, or anyone knows how to get drugs here?"
This house used to be so quiet, and now all I hear is voices, both deceased and living.
"The meds we're getting here don't work at all. They don't know the real stuff to fix you, for the fuck's sake."
The current LA weather is just as depressing as being stuck in this place.