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Notable Occasions on the Calendar of Dread

Part Two Chapter Five

I listened to the fan slice through the air, the white washed room of the hospital was calming, clean, and more than a blessing ever offered at the old place. The faint hum of heart monitors was the only thing that came at a timely pace; no nurses checking me every fifteen minutes, making sure I hadn't done anything drastic. The nurse that ushered me into my new room was a kind, young woman, probably not too much older than me. She smiled and said to call for her if I needed anything.

I walked over to the window, and opened it; more than two inches. There were no bars on the other side, and the screen wiggled when I pressed my hand against it. The outside yard that I could see was flourishing; making it look as though being recovered was much more attainable now than at any other facility.

I looked over my suitcase of clothes, and my dozens of notebooks, pulled out something and decided to dabble in some writing. It wasn’t soon before long that there was a knocking at my door.

“Jadelyn?” the deep voice cooed.

I looked up in anticipation to see who was there, and I met the face of the on call psychiatrist.
“My name is Richard Glanning, and I have been reviewing your files for quiet some time now,” he said making his way over to the bed, pulling up the spare chair and sitting in it.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, as if the answer was easy to find.

“I could lie and tell you how great I feel, but I know you would see right through that.” I said, looking up from my writing to meet his eyes, hidden behind his glasses.

“Yes, I would. It’s quite common to see patients have an unclear mix of emotions, especially after times like yours,” he said.

“How are you adjusting to this facility?” he asked. “I know you’ve only been here an hour,” he added.

The answer did not come right away; although I was out of a “ward”, I still felt very much there—I told him how I felt, and he explained that our brain like patterns; especially the brain of someone who suffered from Borderline Personality Disorder.

“You will come to find that you will be able to feel more freedoms, as your mind allows you too,” he said.

“Tell me,” he started. “About what it was like the you escaped.” he added.

“Genevieve had been talking about it since I had met her; we seemed to really click in terms of personalities, but now as I look back on it, she was only feeding the nightmare. She wanted me to like her, so she did everything in her power to lure me in. Sometimes the devil doesn't come cloaked in red and darkness, it comes smelling like vanilla lotion and wrapped up in beautiful lies. She preached to me how much happier I would be, out of a place with such a tyrant rule, as if this was the only possibility. She kept me so clouded that I hardly bonded with any of the other patients, and when I did, it was for a short time. There was one friend, Adrian, whom I was giving my medication to, only because I thought that would make him like me, make him stick with me despite what Genevieve said. We got along well, and she didn’t like that, of course, any time that took away her brainwashing me, she resented. Daily she would make up lies about how the patients hated me, how they were saying things behind my back, and that would cause me to get violent. I guess, because of my fear of abandonment, I did anything to make her stay, even if that meant an extra week restricted to the floor. I have a temper to begin with, but she amplified it. When we initially escaped, and she had failed asleep in the car, it all started to unravel on me. As if her magic spell was lifted, because we were off hospital grounds,” I answered.

The doctor stayed quiet for some time, writing what I was saying, piecing together the broken parts of my answer. I remained where I was seated on my bed, looking onto my notebook.

“I learned there so much more to life that being cooped up in a treatment center. I thought I would die there before I was ever released, honestly. I met people who showed me what a true friendship is like, what a true healthy relationship is like, whether my mind welcomed it or not. That was my treatment, a week of understanding whom I really was, learning whom I was without being in the hospital. Learning who the real Jadelyn was.” I added.

Allowing myself to finally project all of my emotions into words, and spill them to someone whom seemed more of a doctor than the jokes I have worked with in the past, brought some peace.

"What ushered you to return to the original hospital?" the doctor asked.

"I knew I couldn't be on the run forever, I knew that eventually I would end up back there regardless. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I would be able to get out sooner if I went back on my own accord. With Genevieve by my side constantly, I always thought I ruined everything I touched, that's why my family was distant with me, and so on. She made it believe that I was the root of all evil when it came to my own issues--but when I got out and I didn't have that negativity with me, and I met other people, I learned that this closed off little world I had been pursuing was fictional, and quite frankly, I needed to do some expanding. So yes, I went back, and when I got back everything just hit me, and I think the staff was waiting for it too." I answered, whether it pertained to the question or not, it felt unearthly to finally release the tension that had begun at the pit of my being.

In the time it took to explain the answers to his questions, almost an hour had passed. Dr. Glanning's voice remained calming to me, he continued on about how my treatment would unfold, and how I would be moving to a group home sooner rather than later. The thought worried me, but also brought some sort of joyfulness, because now I knew that real treatment was ready to be induced, and I thought more about my future than I ever had before.

Notes

I'm apologizing for the delay in posts; I was in a treatment center for round two. I hope to be back to scheduled posts, soon. And as always, thanks for sticking with me.

Comments

@The pink flamingos return
Thank you for your kind words! Many more chapters to come! :)

Woah! Cliffhanger right there!
I just thought I'd say that this story has been amazing and tense right from the beginning. The best thing though about this story is that (for me anyway) it really feels as if you're Jadelyn. I was just wondering how she was going to get through the next few weeks on her own and now I shall worry about how she will stay alive.
¡Fabulous chapters! And looking forward to next update, thanks for writing. :)