I don't belong here, (bradten&privilegedxchore)
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				Title: <strong>I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 04:49:52</strong>
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				Carrie sat in the back of the station wagon. She could not believe where she was being put now. She had been in physical therapy for almost two years, two very difficult years. She had been struck by lightening right before her high school graduation. When she awoke everyone was telling her she should happy to simply be alive. And she was. She had a little bit of brain damage she was told, and it was apparent when she tried to stand and walk. She had to relearn most physical movements and motor skills. She still spoke with a lisp, for part of her face didn’t have the same muscle movement as it once had. That was where the lightening had entered her body. However, that was not the worst of her ailments. As she awoke she had been hearing more than one voice in her own head. At first she was told by doctors that it was simply something her mind had done to deal with the pain. <br><br>After a few months, she noticed it was not another part of her brain; it was the thoughts of others. She could not tune them out either. Whenever someone was in the same room, she could hear it. Also if someone was very angry, she could hear it, which sleeping in a hospital impossible. Carrie had tried to tell her nurses about what was going on, and they simply dismissed it as the reason she was first told. <br><br>Now she was being sent to a mental asylum. The mental ward at the hospital could not help her anymore they had told her. They had tried to give her medicine to help, and she refused to take it. The last straw had been she tried to strike one of the male nurses, after he had thought about raping her after the sedative had done its job.<br><br>When the male nurse filed the report, the doctors told her because of her actions, and refusal to be helped, she needed a more involved environment, which was the Rose Hill Medical Facility. She was terrified. It was in the middle of nowhere, she noticed as the scenery expanded from city she had been, to a more rural one. <br><br>She was listening to the drivers’ thoughts, as he second guessed himself about how far the hospital was, when it came into view. He looked in the rear view mirror to her, “We’re here.” He said in a bright voice as she saw a large gate, and fence encasing at least three large buildings. She shuddered. <br><br>“I don’t belong here.” She said as he opened the door for her. <em>Yeah right,</em> his mind echoed in her head. “No, I really don’t.” She continued to protest as he pulled on her cuffed hands. They did that as a precaution, because she had been violent. <br><br>She was processed in minutes, the man simply signing a few papers, and giving them to a nurse. “Hello Carrie. My name is Marie.” The woman said cheerfully. <em>Remember; speak in a calm level voice, not to irritate the patients.</em> Her mind said as Carrie rubbed her wrists where the driver had removed her cuffs. <br><br>“Hi Marie,” Carrie simply said as she looked at the woman. “I don’t belong here. When can I go home?” She pleaded, her brown eyes looking at the woman, trying to seem as sane as possible.<br><br>“Whenever the doctors say you are ready to leave,” She said as she looked at Carries’ file. <em>I don’t think it will happen.</em> Carrie gave her a scowl. “Here, follow me; the other patients are in the living room, its free time.” She said, her voice rising slightly in timbre as she began to walk. Carrie sighed as she heard a large scream come into her mind. She flinched, wondering where it had come from. As she went down a long hall many voices entered her head. She wanted to cover her ears, some of them talking of killing people, and setting the building on fire. <br><br>“Guys, GUYS!” Marie shouted as they entered a large blue room, with a few windows, bars blocking any escape, there was a tv on a small table, a few round tables, where she noticed people where playing cards. “This is Carrie, everyone say ‘Hi’!” Marie said as she pulled Carrie next to her. <br><br>Carrie self-consciously looked down, her light brown cropped hair, falling slightly in her face. She stood around the same height as Marie, which was a normal height for a woman. The voices quieted as they all took her in, she waved, looking up slightly, seeing about ten eyes looking at her, and a few other eyes simply staring into space. <em>Wonder why she’s here; She’s pretty; Fire, fire, fire!; I want ice cream.</em> Four different voices said, those were the ones that she could pick out. A few others clouded the rest of the thoughts. “Hi.” They all said, almost in unison, and then everyone was back to what they were doing. <br><br>“The night nurse Bailey will show you to your room later tonight, we are a little short staffed today, so I can’t show you now. But you of course are in the girl’s hall, and they boys are on a different floor in that building. But don’t worry; no one can sneak out of their rooms at night.” She joked as she patted Carrie on the arm, giving her a soft look. “Take a seat, you can read a magazine, or watch some tv. You’ll have your first therapy session after lunch, and Dr. Michaels will let me know if you can enter into group later this week.”<br><br>“I don’t belong here.” Carrie reiterated as Marie simply nodded, and walked away. <br><br>“Dr. Michaels will be the one determining that.” She called over her shoulder as she left Carrie to her own devises. <br><br><em>She has a nice butt, I want ice cream, kill, kill, kill, sheep are soft.</em> She sighed; at least these thoughts could be entertaining. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insight</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 05:22:13</strong>
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				Far off to the left sat the people who truly didn't belong there. These were the convicts that had pleaded insanity. There were the killers, the robbers, the thieves, even those that had killed their own wives. They didn't even try to fake it. The staff knew they were completely normal and they knew it to, but this beat actual jail.<br><br>Jim didn't care. As long as they had money, he didn't care. They all sat around the poker table playing cards. He had to lose occasionally on purpose so they didn't think he was cheating. <br><br>"Bet's to Jim. 400." Jim saw the man's cards on the table, and at the same time he saw them being flipped over. Pair of tens.<br>"Call." Jim flipped his cards over. Jacks. The rest of the table groaned and threw their cards down in frustration.<br>"Aww what the hell! You couldn't be that lucky!" Jim just looked down and collected his winnings. Looks like this game was over. He saw himself bumping into the new girl so he moved out of her way. He thought to himself, "She hardly looks crazy at all. Maybe I should talk to her." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 20:24:35</strong>
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				Carrie tried to let her own thoughts force their way to the surface as she looked around the room. There was a few men at the table playing cards that didn't seem to be mentally handicapped like the rest in the room. Most of their thoughts were about some guy named Jim, and how he won at cards, again. <br><br>She turned her body slightly away from the table, walking slowly over to one of the windows. She sighed saddened by the view. She couldn't see much of the rolling countryside that she had seen from the car ride. Instead she saw the other plain white buildings, and blacktop, where she assumed she would be allowed out to walk in. <br><br>She let her thoughts fume about the outrage she felt. She didn't belong in this... Place. However, from the tactic of truth she was using, was not helping her. She just wanted the voices to, stop. She didn't know how to make it stop, or even control it. She crossed her arms, letting her body rest against the cold wall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insight</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 23:05:02</strong>
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				Jim looked at the new girl. He had to turn around, which he did first with his head, then his torso and only then following with his legs. He stopped to stare at a table then laugh. A second later somebody sat on the table and it collapsed. People ran to see if he was alright but Jim was already gone, over toward the new girl.<br><br>"Hey. What's your trick? I can see the future." He said, seeing her response and listening for it all at the same time. He had to force himself not to reply to questions she hadn't asked yet. Or at least, not in the middle time. It was an acquired talent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 01:23:41</strong>
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				Carrie turned her head when she heard a loud laugh, and then jumped slightly when the table crashed down behind her. She shook her head slightly when she realized someone was standing close to her.<br><br>"Hey. What's your trick? I can see the future." A guy said quickly, her eyes focusing on him, his thoughts jumbled and confused. She looked at him, surprised that he sounded so insane, yet sane at the same time. <br><br>"I hear people's thoughts. How can you see the future? I'm Carrie." She said, turning her body towards him, still arms crossed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insight</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 00:45:31</strong>
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				He nodded, completely unsure as to whether or not she was telling the truth. You really could never be. "What do they sound like?" He asked lifting an eyebrow and cocking his head. He saw her start to answer so he started nodding, then he forgot she didn't think she had answered yet, which was confusing because he already knew what she was going to say. He blinked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:29:50</strong>
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				She noticed the far away look in the man's eyes and began to wonder if he was as sane as the first impression she had of him. His thoughts she could still not focus on, they seemed to be jumping quickly from one thing to another. She wondered if he had a split personality, and she was having trouble hearing one clear thought from him because of that. <br><br>"What do they sound like?" He said as he tilted his head slightly, giving her a speculative look. His own mental state went into question when she noticed he was nodding like she had been talking, again she simply wondered if there was another person in his brain, and he was holding a conversation with her, and that other person at the same time.<br><br>"The sound like the person does. Its their own thoughts, so it should sound like them." She said, her voice wavering slightly. His questions were reminding her of the doctors would ask of her before they all simply let the insanity belief take over. "How long have you been here?" She asked, wondering why the one man was talking to her, he did look the most sane out of the majority of the people there. The men that had been at the table he was playing cards at all had deep dark thoughts. She understood they were there because even the jails could not contain them. She only took quick short glances to them as they stood from the broken table, collecting the debris of cards and coins that had been flown into the air. <br><br><em>I killed her, and I liked it; I want to rape that nurse; I need more pills</em> She heard the gruff deep voices of three men, she refused to let her eyes go over to where those voices were. She did not want to know what the men those thoughts came from were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insight</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 21:54:08</strong>
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				He nodded and took too long to say, "Wow! That must be really great when you're trying to ask a guy out." he said, then he eyed her carefully. "Five seconds. Or seven. Three? It depends on when. Oh sorry, you meant this building place. Ummm a long time. As long as I can remember. I'd like to leave though. How long have you been here? Same as me?" <br><br>"Excuse me." He said, then didn't move for a second. Then, like he was about to go to the bathroom, he took a step to the right and put his foot out. A man who had been sprinting toward Jim with a knife&nbsp; tripped and large men in white coats immediately ran to the area. They grabbed the man, wretched the kitchen knife away, and hauled him off.<br><br>"Sorry. He stabbed me now but now he didn't. I just had to move. Anyway what's your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: I don't belong here, (bradten&amp;privilegedxchore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>privilegedXchore</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 02:53:35</strong>
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				Carrie raised her eye brow at the man carefully as he talked, his mind seemingly running as fast as the words coming out of his mouth. She tried again to pinpoint something, which was difficult for her, she mostly heard thoughts as they came to her, she was trying to determine if this poor man was sane or not, "As long as I can remember. I'd like to leave though. How long have you been here? Same as me?" He questioned as his eyes changed slightly, turning away from her just a bit. She watched in horror as a large man thundered towards them, a knife in hand, with a murderous look on his face. <br><br>"Excuse me." The guy said, as he stuck his foot out, tripping the weapon carrying man who was quickly taken into custody of some men in white coats. The look on her face turned even more skeptical as he opened his mouth once again, "Sorry. He stabbed me now but now he didn't. I just had to move. Anyway what's your name?"<br><br>Carrie took a moment to gather herself, laughing at the idea she thought anyone in the building was sane. "And I haven't really been able to ask a guy out since I got the powers, so when I do, I'll let you know... I just got here a few minutes ago, and I already want to leave... They should let me out soon though. I don't belong here." She said looking at the man, his thoughts still a jumbled mess. "I'm Carrie. What's your name?" She said as she stuck out her hand. At least she figured she ought to get to know at least one crazy. 
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