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Join Date: Nov 2004
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Welcome Home
I wrote this story for class last year, I know it should be made better, but I am not feeling it anymore. So I thought I would post it here and see what you all think. Please do not be too harsh, it was my first short story.
I was inspired to write this by MetallicA's song Welcome Home(Sanitarium)
Welcome Home
“I’ve been labeled mentally deranged by these people also. Hello, my name is William; and let me be the first to welcome you to where time stands still.” He is very tall and pale with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. He has been in the sanitarium for nearly seven years, and he doesn’t even know the reason.
“Hello there Will, I am Bill.” Says Bill, struggling a little in his straightjacket. “how do I get out of this place, or this thing?”
“That’s the thing about being here, it’s the place where no one leaves, and no one will, ever. Unless, of course, you are the people who give out the medication; they come and go as they please. As for the jacket, as you can see, I don’t know how to get out of it either, but they do let us out of them each day for medication, but that’s only for a couple of minutes.”
Just then they heard the doors being unlocked, ClickClick, they door slowly swings open and a staff member walks in. She walks to them and takes their straightjacket off. They both stretch their arms out slowly, as the staff member hands William a small plastic cup with three pills in it and a slightly bigger plastic cup with water in it, no doubt laced with some more medication.
Bill, getting anxious for his pills, sees that the staff member doesn’t have any more cups with her. William spills the two cups as he is pushed up against the padded wall. “I need some backup in room #4, I have a patient down,” The lady radios for help, “he is out of his straightjacket, and potentially dangerous.”
William struggles to get to the pills on the ground, and is being held back by Bill, “Let me go!” William screams.
“You can’t take those, those are mine.” Says Bill calmly as he tries to get at the pills, but is held down hard by the great strength of William. Just then two more staff member ran into the room, and pinned them down.
“You are to take your pills when they are given to you and you are not to struggle.” As the two men are holding them down the lady comes over with a syringe with some sort of medication in it, and injects this into William’s neck.
Looking into the bright light coming from the ceiling, William can just barely see Bill’s siloghuette gently fading away.
The next day, William woke up, and was alone, utterly alone, once again. sitting in his misery, he remembers his reason for being here. Quick sketches run through his mind of his girlfriend he once had, and their last date.
Sitting on the bus, he remembers looking over at her. He remembered the smell of her hair and how they used to hug when they got into an argument, it’d make it all better. He remembers the sounds of the bus, and the people around them, and then her voice. Her voice was so sweet, hearing it he could think of nothing, his mind would go blank and he would not be able to focus on anything, it was mesmerizing. He only wishes for the sound of her voice again, or the hug that would make this better. Then, he remembers the day it all went down, he remembers the day he lost his freedom, the day he found true hate, the day he found true fear, and most of all the day he found true loneliness.
It was early that cloudy morning, no later than 7:30AM. The dew was still on the lawn as he walked out the front door. He walked down the street, what his girlfriend had said before he left echoed through his mind, it reminded him of how his mother used to make him feel like everything was his fault. He took a left down the first street, as he did this, he felt the first drops of rain that would be the last rain he would ever experience. The wind picked up a little. He became very depressed, so depressed that he would have taken his own life if he had a sure way. He remembered his childhood, and his girlfriends voice still echoed through his thought. That was the Precise moment William and Bill first met. Perhaps they only caught a glimpse of each other as they passed, but that was all William needed. He dropped to his knees, and started screaming at his mother, his girlfriend, and anyone else that ever made him feel like he was worthless.
With clenched fists he lay curled in a fetal position on the ground in the road, just off the sidewalk. He lay there breathing heavily, not able to move, just clench his fists and close his eyes tightly trying to get away from it all. He stayed there for almost ten minutes, not moving until a police officer tried to get his attention. Bill, without thinking, suddenly got up and tackeled the police officer down, and began beating him with his mother and girlfriends voice echoing through his head still, he could not think, all he wanted was to be able to be understood. He continued beating the officer until another police car pulled up. He then grabbed the first officers handgun and proceeded to shoot both of the police that came out of the car that pulled up. As this happened, two more cars pulled up with there sirens and lights on, with more sirens in the background. He then shot at the new police officers, failing to hit his target. Then as he got up to go after anything that moved, he heard new voices break through the screaming voices in his head. He then dropped the handgun and fell onto his back, motionless.
As he woke up in the mental hospital several days later, he found a letter from his girlfriend. He tried to reach out and grab it, but he found that he could not move because he was tied in a straight jacket, so he read what he could from where he was while waiting for someone to come in and explain what had happened, there must be a mistake. From what he could read, the letter said, she wasn’t going to be there anymore, she couldn’t handle to see him anymore, he scared her. He was very confused. As this settled in he found true loneliness and was not able to do anything, he couldnt even think. He lay there, dumbfounded, for well over an hour.
A doctor walked in “Welcome home William,” she said in a way that he could tell she was trying to anger him, “the sanitarium.” As these distant memories came over him, a single tear shed from his eyes, then they closed for the last time as he took his last shallow breath. They left peacefully in misery and were forgotten evermore.
Note: Will and Bill are the same characters, I don't know if it came across that well, but that is what I meant. That is why when they 'met' I did not describe him in detail. (sadly my teacher had no clue what it was about.)
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