Going Crazy

The phone call was quick, no words, but left me in a state of horror. The breathing on the other line; I just knew it was her. The terror in the shriek that ended the call; I have never known such fear. I had to get there before it was too late.

The bus ride was long and agonizing. I could be there by now if my bike wasn’t in the shop. I dashed off the large, yellow bus and into the bad part of town. Of course it had to be here. My breaths were heavy as I ran through alleyways and around corners. I can’t let her get hurt; not After everything I’ve put her through.

I arrived at the unwelcoming building. Lines of dead flowers were laid like mats over the front lawn; the trees were all a sickly orange, and how I despised that color. Fall was by far my least favorite season. Everything dying slowly around you and there’s nothing you can do. I tapped on the door of the large brick building 3 times, hurting my knuckles slightly. The door squeaked open slowly, showing the large, rotting room. Here I go.

After searching the first floor, she was still no where in sight. My heart was pounding out of my chest as adrenaline fueled my veins. I made it to the second floor, she still wasn’t here. This had to be the building, it had to be! I was fairly certain that i was correct, this would be the building they would take her to. I trudged up the stairs; my heart beating faster with every step. I could hear an occasional beep, but I could not tell where it was coming from.

There. I saw it. Just as I had opened the door. A light. Only one, it’s dim glow showing through a partly closed door. That’s where she had to be. My heart was pattering so fast, and my brain was giving me a warning light, but It doesn’t matter. All that matters is her safety. My hand pushed the door with an eerie creak, the light shining as bright as ever; almost blinding, when-

”Were losing her!” One of the nurses screamed, calling for a doctor. The teen‘s blond hair laid over her face like a veil. The girls mind was extremely broken. Ever since the loss of her younger sister, the girl had been going crazy. Therapy had done nothing for the fragile soul. The nurse had walked in on her convulsing body just a few minutes ago, when she went to check on the mental patients. She rolled the girl to the emergency room.

Every part of her dream represented something different about the fateful day her sister died. The poor, sweet little girl. She was kidnapped, and the patient did receive a phone call. This call was after weeks of searching for her. The patient was losing her mind even before she had received the phone call; worrying about her sister day and night, refusing to eat anything, not sleeping for days at a time. This took a great toll on her mental health, only to find out there was nothing she could do in the end, her sister still died, and she almost did in the process.

The yellow bus was the vehicle She took to find her sister, almost every day. She hung flyers, yelled until her throat was raw, and walked about the city for hours with no luck. No sounds to signify the child’s whereabouts, just silence.

The “bad part of town” was where they found the body. It was cold and lifeless by the time they checked the building, after hours of pleading by the patient. She begged and begged the police to search the house, and they only gave in to get her off of their backs. They had better things to do then to snoop around in the bad neighborhood, but she cried for so long, they pitied her. They didn’t actually believe the body was there.

It was mid-fall when the body was found; completely bloodied, cold, and lifeless. The building was completely horrendous as well. The stones outside were cracked and falling apart, the trees were a sickly color, but worse then just fall weather sickly. They had a yellow tinge like they were being poisoned. All the flowers and grass had already died out; the bushes of wildflowers crumbling in the wind. It was just the house you would suspect for a crime.

The small, mutilated body was found on the 3rd floor, last door on the left. All that was in the room was a small bed and a table. No windows. The cause of death: starvation.

Despite having stab wounds and marks of abuse, the small child was not fed for the duration of weeks that she was there. She seemed to have died a few weeks beforehand as well. No hope for the tiny soul.

The patient hadn’t been mentally stable for the duration of time she was here. Rambling on about the strangest things, staying up until the latest hours of the night, only to wake up at exactly 8:37 every morning. Exactly 8:37. She didn’t eat anything except for crackers, and they had to be as bland as possible. I would describe it as borderline Anorexia, except she would eat a box or so at a time. Extreme paranoia would haunt the girls figure at any given moment. It was insanity watching over her.

Her seizure had finally ceased after some time in the emergency room. You could notice the rise and fall of her chest; very shallow, but there. Her heartbeat was faint, but there... for the time being. She was so unpredictable. Her condition could improve for a full week before it plummeted again. She told the therapists that hallucinations plagued her mind, yet they did nothing. She told them about every problem, everything, but yet, they still did nothing.

In reality, they had deemed her a lost cause. They concluded that her mind was far too gone to even try to bring it back. They just sat there, and watched her suffer. They didn’t care, and she knew they didn’t. She couldn’t comprehend it though. It was too difficult for her already insane mind. Her heart was racing once more, and the nurse noticed. “Doctor!” She screamed. The heat of the patients body rose once more, steadily rising to deathly levels.

Her heart was racing faster with every inch she pushed the door open more; the blinding light being too much as it burned her eyes. The beeping was going extremely fast, but she still wasn’t noticing as she pushed the door open more. Once she opened it all the way, the beep suddenly went to a long noise That hurt her eardrums. The light went black as the cold embrace of death washed over her like a wave.

Monica Johnson.

Time Of Death: 10:17 pm

Cause of Death: Epilepsy