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I&rsquo;m sitting in my room wI’m sitting in my room watching MTV when a girl in a white tank top and purple dress pants appears at the doorway. While she speaks to my nurse, I take a good look at her and she appears to be about 5”2 and maybe 105 lbs. Her hair was soft and silky and her skin was glowing. When Cindy walks away, she comes up to me and smiles.
Sam: Hi. [Smiles.]
Sam: My name is Sam, and I am going to be your therapist for a while.
Jenny: Ok…but what do I need therapy for?
Sam: [Frowns sympathetically.] Because you’re sick. I’m here to get you all better.
Jenny: I’m not sick!
Sam: We’ll talk more lately. I need you to come to my office today at two o’clock alright?
Sam walks out of my room, and once I think I’m going to have a little privacy, a short chubby man comes in and tells me he is going to weigh me. I obey and just follow him and step on the scale when he tells me to. My heart races and I get very nervous becaus
I see light. Everything is bluI see light. Everything is blurry, but I still think I could be in heaven until suddenly I come to and hear the familiar beeping of a heart monitor. My eyes rapidly adjust, and I jump at the sight of the IV and the tubes protruding from my arms and nostrils. I start to panic, and in alarm start ripping everything out of me. A nurse comes in and upon seeing what I was doing, grabbed me and tried to hold me down, but I’m too strong. In desperation, she calls for some more nurses.
All of a sudden the room is flooded with people and they’re all over me, so I start kicking and screaming. I scream a scream so blood-curdling and kick with so much force that the nurses take action, and I unexpectedly feel a sharp pinch in my bicep. Within seconds I lose the strength in my arms and my voice fails me, and before I realize what had just happened, everything was black again.
I come to a second time, and when I sit up I saw a nurse by my bed recording something on her clipboard. She loo
Chapter One On a rainy FridayChapter One
On a rainy Friday night, I was alone in my room. I heard whispers. I started to cry; the voices continued. I screamed, “Make it go away!” I ran downstairs and made a break for the door. I stood in my white gown, drenched. Cold tears streamed down my face. I stood in the middle of the quiet, vacant road on which I lived, and I started crying more. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. No one could hear me. I started running back to my house, but it seemed so far away that no matter how far I ran, I couldn’t get any closer. The farther I ran the father it gotten to be, but after running for three minutes; I was finally back upstairs in my room. I was all wet and soaked and I collapsed on the floor crying. I was so cold; I couldn’t feel my body or move my legs. My whole body was paralyzed. After lying still for ten minutes, I started feeling my legs working. My gown was still damp, and I hadn’t stopped crying. I couldn’t stop the voices i
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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