I hated it here. The days and night I had to spend here definitely gave me a lot of time to think about things. I'm surprised I didn't go crazy with these weeks of complete and utter solitude. Then again, maybe I did go crazy, they always say that the person thinks he is sane and the rest of the people went nuts. That's what I think at the moment.
My mother, for example, all she does lately is cry. That's why she's not as sane as everyone thinks she is. If she was, she would realize that these days I need someone to cheer me up, not make me even more miserable. I guess I inherited common sense from my father. Thank God I didn't inherit his cold heart. I was never very close to him, especially not now. My mother always said he loved me, I know he did, but despite that I knew he had some sort of grudge against me. I think it was the fact that I came out of my mother female. He got his, son, but he came after me. That's where he was right now probably, spending time with him. Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous of Sean, far from that actually, I'm just basically stating the obvious. I'm actually very close with my 17 year old brother. I couldn't take my mind ranting anymore.
I dragged
myself out of the uncomfortable hospital bed and
walked out into the hallway. Patients and doctors all
walked about, all seemingly looking through me as I
tried making eye contact with someone for at least a
few minutes of even pointless conversation. I did
finally make eye contact with the most beautifully
unique eyes I have ever seen. The light which played
on them made them shine with a sparkling green.
"You must have been here a while to know most of the
people on this floor."
"Long enough." I answered.
"It's really boring here" He said, whining a little. I
laugh to myself because he really didn't know boring
was since he couldn't have been here more than a day.
"Where's you family and friends?" I asked. "They ought
to be here to entertain you."
"They're a bit busy entertaining other people right
now," he answered. The answer seemed a little strange
to me but I sure as hell wasn't going to pressure a
stranger to stop being so vague.
"Well, where have my manners gone?" he smiled and
outstretched his hand. "My name's Lance."
"Lance," I repeated to myself. "My name's Trish."
"Is that short for Trisha?"
"Yea," I answered. "But that just shows you how lazy
people are. I mean, how much energy does it really
take to pronounce an extra vowel?"
He laughed and I let a smile play on my lips. It felt
almost strange to smile since I haven't done so in a
long time. I looked past him and saw Lisa, a really
cool but strict nurse coming in our direction.
"Oh no," I groaned.
"Miss Taylor," She said sternly as she stood above us.
"Yes, I know, I know," I rolled my eyes and mimicked
her gruff voice." You should stay in bed and get your
rest."
"And you, Mr. Bass," She turned to my new found
friend. "You should be resting as well."
"Oh, c'mon Lis" He whined. " I finally find a normal
person to talk to and you have to interrupt."
"That's my job," she said and rushed us back into our
rooms.
