text: The white people It hurt my head the first time that the white people came. Shouts and screams were fizzing about my head ready to make it implode. That’s a word Jenny just taught me: it means when it goes into itself then becomes a little football. She also told me to write everything down when I have this cold. The white people say that it is a cold but every time that they do, Scary Woman starts crying so now they say nothing when she is around and when they think that I’m asleep they call it ‘cancer’. I like that the white people do not say anything about why I’m in this white room with tubes and metal beds. When they do Scary Woman goes outside screeching, which blurs my vision and means that I can’t write my thoughts and then I have nothing to do in this lonely forgotten cell. I like what Jenny does in our time together, she gives me fun colouring in tasks and that’s my favourite. The other person who used to do the thing that Jenny does with me now was not very nice. He used to scowl at anything I did wrong and he used to often make Scary Woman sad after she took me back. He called me severely artistic, which I really like but Scary Woman doesn’t, Scary Woman is weird like that. The white people took me to a room as white as their pearly aprons and everything in here is white, even the bed. The thing that the white people don’t notice, though, is the speck of blood at the bottom left corner of the white duvet on the white bed in the white room. It is very serious, so I’m not sure why they are not cleaning it. Scary Woman is holding my hand whilst I am writing this so my handwriting will not be as good as Jenny taught me. Scary woman came in screeching which is making my head hurt. She came from the mirror door, not the corridor. The one the white people use. She’s clinging on to me like a ragdoll which I don’t like. She is making my arm hurt like dad does with his late-night breath. But it’s fine now because I am always with someone so he can’t do that anymore. Before Scary Woman came in with a big screechy voice, I was having my daily time with Jenny and she was reading all of the work that I had done about my thoughts until she got the bit about the ‘cancer’ after which she denied it very quickly and told me to not ever think like that again and she then told me about real life cancer and how this is not cancer. She wasn’t stopping so I did what Scary Woman normally does to get Jenny to stop. Screeched. That was when Scary Woman came in and has been holding my hand for the last thirty minutes. The white people are packing up all my stationery except for the pencil I’m writing with right now and they are about to wheel me somewhere else. I like this room. I enjoyed finding all the little nooks and other bits the white people forgot to paint. Now I have to start all over again in a new room. They are now rolling my bed away and the Scary Woman has started wailing again which has put me into a cycle of blurry vision and headaches. My dad just turned up and smells of his late-night breath but all over. He nearly fell over my bed when he came in. I have just been told to go to sleep but I’m not sure how I am going to with the wailing of Scary Woman, the scuffs of dad and the quick beeps next to my head.