Institutionalized
By raquel
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Locked behind bars, isolated from the outside world, she trembles head to toe. The chemicals are pumping through her veins making their way to her heart. Her brain stops and she sleeps, the acidic air made their way up her nostrils. The presence of this straight jacket bothered her restless mind. She smiled at the nurse holding those pills in hands”they're coming for her. The baton hits the railing along the side of her cell, it disturbed her head and it messed up her mind.
She slid her head through the minimal space available along those rails and looked up at the empty sky, its foggy existence some how drove her to total isolation. The burning sun cast a somehow dark and gloomy shadow on her self loathing body, and her jacket only adds on to the heat.
Her ten year old lunch box from her mother with what's left of the decomposed vegetarian sandwich and greenish molds growing on to them”she devour it with pride, ignoring the disgusting hospital food.
She was told she had a visitor, so she came out of the light and sat in her corner. A man with a familiar face accompanied the priest. The guard was holding out a certain number of keys in his hand”they were the keys the freedom. He unlocked her cell cautious to allow the priest to enter and then left with those keys in hand. The priest shot a look at her; it was that moment that the both of them saw each other for the first time. To her, he was the epitome of all evil; he is the generator of darkness and must be the one to consume those darkness.
The sinister priest made his way in her cell, with that evil grin and the vicious bible in his hand. He held out his arms, with suggestive looks in his eyes, his gestured her to walk towards him. She did. She was in his arms and she listened to the rhythm of his heart beats, the pace scared her. He sat her down asking her how she was; she looked into his eyes full of lies and deceit. She sensed that he is nothing more than a liar, he doesn't care. He opened his wicked bible and started to talk about God. Oh great”that guy again. God loves us all, this is nothing she hasn't heard before, but if he loves us all then why does she always feel that he is excluding her from the love that he shared to everyone else? The priest introduced himself as her savior; he told her that he would teach her great things and educate her with his wisdom. The bible must be the textbook then and this cell is her class room.
The aura of sin and wisdom is suffocating her, she is breathless again. She made a gasp for air”oh sweet air. Her cell is becoming poisonous; her ears are being drowned by the words of this apprentice of all evil. At this point she is so consumed by the darkness that she couldn't separate those trying to help her and those bringing her further down. She didn't know that her greatest enemy is herself.
"Take me out of this straight jacket
He refused to do so, telling her that it is an impossibility that he had to prevent her from total self destruction.
Wicked wicked wicked. Evil evil evil.
She longed for a cut on her legs and another on her wrist. The sharp blades will be her savoir not this priest and not his evil bible. The bitter sweet release awaits her.
She listened to him "enlightening her; he talks of God, of a great man who sacrificed so much for her.
"Liar Liar Liar”I need poison
She imagined herself strangling the life out of him; she saw the image of his popping his eyes out of their sockets. He would plead her for his life, then she would tell him to ask his precious God for help. Let's see if God will care about him then.
He saw the hatred in her eyes and he pitied her pathetic self. She could have been so much more, he was so disappointed. She's far beyond help, perhaps she's worth a little try. Let's hope he's not too late. He thought back when she was that happy girl he knew, when he saw her running around laughing, back when she was the glimmer of the hallway. She knew her since she was young and he watched her destroyed her own life. He lurked in the corners and he never knew how he could have helped her”not until it's evidently too late to do so. It's a shame they pumped her up with those chemicals, nothing was authentic for her anymore. She used to be a life force”no so powerful. Now, sometimes she's like the walking dead, semi-zombie like. If only he had helped her. If only, if only.
The tears are at the corner of her eyes, trapped behind some sort of realm”this is why she needed her gentle bitter sweet release.
"Do you love me, father?
He does.
"You know what needs to be done.
He nods.
He closed his bible and took her straight jacket out. He closed his eyes and prayed with her for the last time then walks out of her cell with tears in his eyes leaving behind a dull looking razor.
Sweet release”she dances in the gates of hell.
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