HeyitsJodi posted a quote
December 8, 2011 7:32pm UTC
You all say you're my friends but friends don't say things like this to my face. "If there was a no eating contest Jodi would win." "Well if there was a low self esteem contest Jodi would win that too!" "I bet she can't even name one thing she likes about herself. Right Jodi?" JUST STOP. Please?/:
HeyitsJodi posted a quote
December 7, 2011 3:39pm UTC
Who am i? (Chapter 2) Time passes so slowly these days you lose the ability to entertain yourself and everything begins to get dull. I throw my waterbottle aside and fall back onto my bed. The ceiling, the walls, the floor, they're all so blank. The lights let off this annoying buzzing sound that drives me crazy sometimes. It makes my body tense with the fear of me getting up and screaming at them to let me out of this damn place. I start tapping my fingers together and moving my head from side to side when suddeny, *BAM!*, someone slams up against my door. "I'm not crazy!" yelled a shaking voice. It was a woman. I sat up quickly and watched her. "Get me out of here! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!" Then she stopped and her eyes set dead on me through my window. There was a moment of silence until a doctor tried pulling her away but she broke his grip and ran back to my window. "Look at her! That girl belongs here! She's insane, not me!" The woman's green eyes shot wide open and all sound stopped. You could see her mouth faintly moving but nothing was able to escape passed her lips. As she fell to the floor I caught sight of the doctor pulling a needle out of her arm. He gently moved her knotted, blonde hair away from her face. She looked frozen but somehow peaceful. A few more doctors showed up and put her on a stretcher. Did they kill her? No... it must be some kind of tranquilizer. The doctors started to carry her away but the one with the needle turned back and looked through the glass at me. I just stared back at him. He shook his head and walked off. Was that directed at me, like some kind of warning not to tell? Or some kind of apology about what just happened? I've never even seen that doctor before. I tried pushing the incident from my mind but I couldn't so I layed back down and forced myself to drift off to sleep. Only after a few moments though, at least that's how it felt, I was awoken with pain and the sound of voices. "How'd this happen?!" some man yelled. "I don't know! I found her like this!" I know that voice, it was Dr. Chin. I tried sitting up but was immediately thrown back down. When i opened my eyes there was blood.. and a lot of it. Bright lights were shining directly in my eyes. I lifted one arm and couldn't believe what I saw. My left arm was the same.. along with both legs. I felt my chest... same results... cuts. All along my body. But... how did this happen? Comment, like, give feedback? Thanks!
HeyitsJodi posted a quote
December 4, 2011 7:42pm UTC
Who am i? (Chapter 1) 15-years-old, long, dark hair that's constantly pressed between the hot irons of my straightener, blue eyes, and currently a patient in a mental facility. No, I have no idea why I'm here. My parents say it's for the best. My name's Liza Thimpleton but a few doctors here call me Veronica. Even the doctor who does daily check-ins with me sometimes slips and calls me Veronica. That's another thing I have no clue about, it's really annoying though. I guess I must resemble a past patient that was known throughout the hospital. Whatever though, i stopped caring after the third week. I do the same thing everyday; sit in my room and wait for food which is always brought to me by doctor Catherine Chin. She has long, straight black hair, big brown eyes, and perfect skin almost like those women you see in make-up commercials. "Here's your food sweetie." Dr. Chin handed me a blue lunch box decorated with white flowers. Inside was a bowl of corn mixed with potatoes, an oatmeal cookie, a water bottle, and a jelly sandwhich. "Dr. Chin, why can't I eat with the other patients?" An irritated look creeps into her eyes because I ask this question daily. "There's plenty of other things we could talk about." I guess she's right. "So... What's the world like outside, is the grass still green? Has the sky fallen yet?" She laughed outloud. "You've only been here for a month and a half! The world doesn't change that fast hun." She pointed out. "One and a half months and i still have my humor!" I joked. But Dr. Chin's voice suddenly took on a serious tone. "That's the disappointing part about places like this. It seems to rip the soul right out of some people..." My eyes drop to the ground then up to the ceiling as if they were searching for words to say. "Dr. Chin, why am i still here?" Her face kind of drooped because she doesn't have a good answer for me and we both know that. "I could tell you but you'd just get frustrated. Here's the deal; I'll ask the head doctor if one day i can show you the tapes of some of your observations. You'll understand then. Now eat your lunch and I'll be back later." And so she scurried out before i could say anything. I started to pick at my food. The corn and potatoes looked as if they had been chewed then spit back out by one of the other patients. I decided against eating them. Next is the sandwhich. How many times can I eat this in a month? Pass. For now I'll nibble my cookie and drink some water until dinner is brought in. As I eat my cookie the overwhelming silence starts to really become noticeable and I feel as alone as ever. Comment, like, give feedback? Thanks!