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Realistic or Modern Harbour View Psychiatric Hospital

TwistedDreams

TwistedDreams

Viking
The year is 1964, your diagnosed with some kind of mental illness and are sent off to Harbour View Psychiatric Hospital.


Harbour View Psychiatric Hospital is a Hospital for those with Mental illnesses such as Schizophrenia or any other mental "illness" you can think of, although despite popular belief, it is not a fortress of white hallways and padded rooms, it is actually a nice facility where much freedom is allowed, will you make friends? enemies? maybe even find love? Find out at Harbour View!


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Harbour View is a Psychiatric Facility in Los Angeles, California.


These rules should be quite simple and easy to follow


1. No godmoding


2. Please have half decent grammar


3. Dont even both signing up if your going to stop posting halfway through.


Bacially thats it! i dont really have a whole lot of rules!


Oh, also put Friendship at the end of your character sign up sheet if youve read the rules!
 
Lucas Fowler awoke to sunshine slicing through the blinds of the locked window and the uncomfortable mattress that, apparently, he would be sleeping on for some time. Great. So he was still in the nuthouse. He sighed, ruffling his hair, and swung his feet to the side of the bed. The sheets were white, the walls were white, and the carpet was stained with various colors that reminded him of several bodily functions. He hadn't taken an inventory of the room because he had arrived so late and only wanted to sleep, but if this was an indication of his stay at the hospital, the outlook didn't appear good.


Another sigh slipped out of his lips as he stood and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom had a "door" that was not a door at all. It was a piece of hard plastic that any of the nurses could push through at any moment. There was no lock and there was definitely no privacy. He relieved himself, checking out the stains on the ceiling as he did so. Did someone manage to get blood on the ceiling? How was that even possible? And for what reason would anyone do that?


The water was cold, despite the fact that he turned the faucet for warm water. The sink ran for a full minute, but there was still no heat. A glance to the mirror showed his unfamiliar face. For the past few years, it was hit or miss on whether or not he recognized himself. He barred his teeth and watched the reflection do the same. Weird.


At this point, there was nothing to do but go out and explore his new home. The door swung outwards and he took note of the fact that he would not be able to barricade himself inside his room, even if he wanted to. More white, in the tiles, on the walls, on the people's clothes. Home sweet home.
 
Charlie looked out the window of the taxi cab as the rain poured down making everything slightly harder to see. He noticed a large white building come into view, It reminded him of a castle but unfortunately he knew exactly what it was, Harbour View Psychiatric Hospital or as others called it "the looney bin". Charlie noticed the cab driver give him a rather dissaproving look "Run! its not safe!" A female voice called, a voice that only Charlie could hear, He had heard the voice before and he knew it was all in his head, but it still scared him a little. The cab came to a halt right outside the large white castle like building, He handed the cab driver the proper amount of money for the ride and as he got out the cab driver said "Have fun" and then sped off leaving Charlie with his suitcase in the rain.


Charlie moved into the archway which led to the door, He took his glasses off and cleaned them with the sleeve of his jacket. ""Dont go in.. not safe" The same female voice he had heard in the cab called. Charlie had learnt to ignore these voices and it came quite easy, the visual hallucinations were the tricky ones. He took one last look at the outside world, noticing another car driving up the long road towards the building. The thought of spending the next 12 months hear scared Charlie even more, afterall Psychiatric Hospitals didnt have a great image, he imagined that he would probably be the most sane person there, that there were probably psychotic killers and people who had gone mad and couldnt distinguish fiction from reality.


After standing under the Archway for a few more seconds Charlie pushed through the red double doors and into what looked like the lobby area, he noticed a large curved wooden desk where 4 or 5 women were sitting behind, they must be the secretary's. They seemed quite busy but one of them did seem to notice Charlie walk in but she only gave him a quick glance and then went straight back to work. He walked up to the desk, "Hi, um im Charlie.. Perlman.. Im meant to be staying here for.. DONT TELL THEM.... 12 months or something" Charlie said rather awkwardly to one of the recpetionists.


"Complete this form" The receptionist said sharpy handing him a piece of Paper.


"Thanks" Charlie said half heartedly, he took the paper and sat down on the groovy couches to read it.
 
"Excuse me," Lucas went up to what appeared to be a nurse's station. "I arrived last night and..." The man behind the window continued flipping through the pages of a file. Speak up. "Excuse me," Lucas tried again. Speak up or I will. Lucas opened his mouth, but his body was stolen and the words weren't his.


"Hey," he felt himself rap on the glass twice, "I'm new. What's the deal here?" Now that the man's attention was commanded, he glanced up and pointed his pen to the side where what appeared to be patients were forming a line. "Meds." With that one syllable said, he went back to work, leaving Lucas to do whatever he pleased. But the other him wasn't satisfied yet.


"I don't take any meds." He rose his voice and stared him down defiantly. Luke didn't need meds and he definitely didn't want them either. "And I won't take any meds." The man placed his pen down and stared right back at him.


"Then your doctor will meet with you later to discuss this. The day room is that way," The nurse pointed his pen in the direction of the line again. Beyond the other patients, there was a room which, from what he could see, contained a few tables and a bunch of chairs. Luke slid away from the counter and strolled over, checking out the other patients as well.
 
The Californian rain was sweet and warm, pattering down from the clouded grey skies with an almost lazy demeanour, welcoming her with a sombre tone to the world in which she would be trapped in for an undeterminable amount of years. The cobblestone road wound slowly through well-manicured lawns, small groups of flower patches, and around a large pavillion adorned with climbing ivy and swirls etched into the white architecture. Now visible, the Harbour View Psychiatric Hospital was an impressive manor building, that seemed to convey comfort and care, even past the power and domination of it's height and simple, white-washed walls. Elizabeth Alice Florence was completely silent as she stared out the window of her father's expensive limosuine, watching the world go by, toy white rabbit resting on her lap. She appeared as though she had no opinion about the new home in which she would now be staying, no objections nor elations. A perfect, porcelain doll. In truth, she had no thoughts about the asylum or 'loonie bin' at all. Her thoughts were centred upon her beautiful, magical Wonderland.


The limosuine rolled to a stop in front of the "Hospital's" steps to the front entrance and almost immediately, a man clad in a black suit was holding an umbrella up, ready to protect her from the rain, and he was also opening the door for her. It was all paid for by her parents, all of this servitude and luxury. Alice had been born and raised in no short supply of money, wealth and comfort but even she was aware of the difference. She was being treated like the Queen herself and she knew exactly why. The two people who she loved the most in the world were not currently by her side, wishing her their best of lucks and goodbyes. They were ashamed, and it was blatantly clear to her. Yet, whether or not it was because they were sending their only child to another country to attend an asylum or because they had stopped her from achieving her dreams, destroying her first chance to get to Wonderland.


A light blue summer dress accentuated her slender physique, a white cardigan was draped over her delicate shoulders and white strapped mary jane shoes adorned her feet. Her hair was gathered into two, gently pulled back, held together by a clip that resembled a blue feather, and was allowed to curl down to the middle of her back in twirling locks. A light, rose blush created a more prominent appearance for cheekbones, a light eyeshadow lit up the colour of her eyes, and her little mouth was painted a baby pink. Her gentle gait and the distant look in her eyes only encouraged the impression that she was dainty, vulnerable and that she wasn't near as tough as ivory or steel. Yet, first impressions were often quite wrong. Alice was not nearly what she seemed. A rule that applied to every inch of her Wonderland. It was all curiouser and curiouser.


Five administrastion staff worked away at their computers, intently staring at the screen and blocking out all other distractions, meaning that not one of them looked up when she entered. They were hidden behind a large wooden bench, and for good reason too, as Alice assumed that not everyone that passed in through those doors were as placid as she was currently. A myriad of chairs were stationed to the side of the room, and she noticed that there were two other people with her. Boys, both younger than her, one with raven black hair and the other a more golden colour. Her servant shook of the rain of the umbrella and she was spared a moment to have the opportunity to study them. She wondered why they were going to be stuck in there for? Had they tried to commit their own "suicide" as well?


Alice cleared her throat softly as she approached the nearest receptionist, a middle-aged woman with greying black hair who didn't notice her presence at all. For a moment, she waited there in silence until she cleared her throat, a little louder and waited again. Still no response. Managing a quaint smile, Alice decided to speak up. "Excuse me. I apologize for interrupting your work, but my name is Alice. My parents have arranged for me to stay here for a while. I was told I was to pick up some sign up forms? My parents might have put me under Elizabeth Florence... Excuse me? Did you hear me?" The woman made no movement of recognition, no indication of having heard her but when Alice stopped speaking to hear her reply, she was bruskly handed a clipboard full of papers. No eye contact, no words spoken.


A little unnerved, Alice turned back to her servant and nodded her head in a form of dismissal. If all she had to do was sign some papers and then she would be admitted into the asylum, she could see no need in making them all wait for her. The man tipped his hat to her, and exited once again into the rain. Thus was disappearing her last chance to escape from the "Hospital", yet Alice didn't see it as that. The only way to properly break free was to finally make it to Wonderland. No limosuine was going to help her do that. She had no luggage with her, only White Rabbit and the clipboard, and was so free to chose a seat over at the side of the room, sit down and beginning to put pen to paper. Alice had no need to be despondant about being alone. After all, she was certain that would eventually get her second chance.
 
The doors to the day room suddenly swing open and a slim girl aged 17 skips through them. She managed to see the boy heading towards the door at the last second and stumbles to a halt, inches away from bowling him over. Katie took a couple of steps back and looked up at him, her pale cheeks suddenly a soft pink, framed by her wavy long blonde hair and a cowboy hat flattening her locks. As usual not much of her attire matched. She was wearing a white vest, a pair of purple flare jeans with a blue knee length skirt overlaying. If she was wearing shoes no one could tell for her flares just millimeters away from being a tripping hazard.


"Oops!" She eventually giggled. "I'm sorry!"


She then took an over exaggerated step to the side, smiled at him again, before bounding towards the nurses' station.


"Jooohhhn? John? John!!" She called to the male nurse as he stared at his clipboard. "John! Johnny Boy!"


"Damn it! what IS it, Katie?!" He suddenly snapped, glaring up at her. "Because if this something to do with whatever your imaginary friends are doing, I. Don't. Want. To. Know!"


Katie, a little taken aback, stared blankly at the man, with her head tilted slightly to the left. John, the male nurse, then sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger.


"Just.. go back into the day room please."


"Okay!" Katie beamed before turning on her heels and skipping back through the doors.
 
Lucas snapped back to the here and now and was surprised that someone was as happy as the girl seemed to be was in a place like this, but remembered her fashion sense. Apparently, mismatched clothing was a sign of insanity. If that was the worst of her problems and she got sent her, then he could only imagine how messed up he must be. But what did he do? Sure, he heard things that weren't there. Sometimes these things possessed him. But he wasn't crazy.


He entered the room and was, again, surprised to see that the walls were a light shade of blue, baby blue to be exact. There were already a few people streaming in behind him. Lucas searched for the cowboy hat, having a feeling that she would be friendlier than most. He wasn't feeling particularly social, but a friend amidst the crowd of unfamiliar faces couldn't hurt. He found her at a folding table and walked over to say hello.
 
Charlie's eyes shifted from the clipboard of papers to the girl who had just sat down. She had a strange charm about her, She spoke and even walked in a sort of carefree way. He's eyes continued to shift between the the gril and his clipboard. She is working for them An all to familiar voice called in Charlie's head dont let her take you, kill her The voice called again. "Shut up" Charlie mumbled a little to lowd. He noticed the girl look over at him, and then he realised that when he had been looking at her the whole time. He almost instantly turned his head back to the clipboard , analyzing the form. He turned back to the girl, she was still looking at him "Uh, sorry" He said.


About a minute later he stood up, having finished signing all the required papers. He walked over to the long wooden desk where the receptionists still looked busy and placed the clipboard ontop of the desk. Before he could ask what to next the receptionist pointed back to where he had just been sitting "Sit, wait" was all that she said. "Um ok, thanks i guess" He said awkwardly and sat back down. He sat there looking around the rather large lobby area, from what he could see the lobby area was a nice aqua sort of color but when he looked down the halls all he could see were menacing white walls with, was that plastic doors? Wow.


After about 3o seconds he looked back at the girl who was still filling out her clipboard of papers. Dont speak to her The voice in his head sharply said to him, Charlie often liked to do the opposite of what the voices asked of him, it sometimes made him feel like he had more control. "I like your hair" He said, instantly regretting his awkward and adrupt sentence, Great now she thinks your weird, a weirdo and a nutjob.
 
The room was dead silent except for a low humming sound. Pale white walls surrounded Malory Dean. She was dressed in a simple white dress, one of the few they had actually let her keep and a bright blue sweater that kept her warm. Malory sat on the edge of the bed with a pale porcelain doll with bright green eyes in her arms. She was rocking back and forth slowing while humming the doll to sleep just like her mother had done thousands of times.


Malory felt a strange tug in her hair, so she whipped her head around and found Melody sitting beside her combing her hair. "Be quiet Melody. The baby is sleeping." Malory continued to hum the sweet sounding tune. Melody was dressed much more fashionable than Malory. She had a bright green sweater, a pair of skinny light blue jeans, and white uggs. She had a purple comb in her hand that was going through Malory's thickly knotted hair. "You really need to take better care of your hair Malory. I can't be looking after you all the time."





Malory didn't reply to her sister's comment. She just continued rocking doll. After a moment Malory finally spoke up. "Melody, you know I don't have time for silly stuff like that when they're shoving pills down my throat. Besides I like it when you do my hair." Malory stood up from the end of the bed and walked to the head of it. She placed the doll down in the pillows and covered her with the blanket, "Sleep tight." Malory turned back around, but Melody was already gone. With a small sigh, Malory got the hair brush that was left on the bed, finished brushing her own hair, and then slowly poked her head out her bedroom door.
 
Nikki sat on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. She kept glancing around the plain white room, wondering why she was here. Her whole body shook every time she blinked, giving her flashbacks of being screamed at, and beaten. Soon she couldn't keep her eyes open and she relived the years in a blur, she screamed and raked her hands roughly through her short hair. "Stop!" She screams. "I didn't do anything!" She flops off of the bed and starts beating at the ground with her fists. "I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!" She screams the same phrase over and over again, until she was lying still on the ground with bloody knuckles. She opened her eyes and looked around, then she stands up and walks to the door, looking out of the small window before opening it.


She wrings her fingers as she walks towards the day room, ignoring the pain in her knuckles. She walks through the open door and looks around, trying to find a place to sit. Finally when she finds a place in the corner with nobody in it she walks to it quickly, trying not to cause attention to herself. She sits down and looks at her arms, seeing the scars, the bruises, the small needle holes. She shudders at them before pulling the rolled up sleeves of her sweater over them. She then starts tapping on her knee, counting along to the taps. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9." She says, then closes her eyes. When she opens them she starts again, doing the same thing multiple times.
 
Katie, upon her return to the day room, placed herself down on a chair by a table with her feet tucked underneath her. The skipping had slightly dislodged the cowboy hat from its position on her crown, and tilted precariously on the left side. Yet she did not seem to notice.


Her green eyes scanned the room, briefly stopping on an object or a face before wandering across the room. Her thoughts were minimal as she did this. Not much really happened inside Katie's brain and that was one of the reasons why her parents paid to send her here. She rarely thought before she spoke, and had seemed to had lost the ability to sense dangerous situations. She was harmless when her mood was manic but if she was in a dark mood she was a danger to everyone.


Her whole body was the epitome of relaxed as she sat by the table, her delicate pink lips turned up ever so slightly in the corners forming a soft smile that was almost always on her face during the manic episodes. As her gaze swept back through the room, it met that of the boy she almost bulldozed in the corridor and he was walking towards her.
 
Cassie lay on the hard, cold bed. Her body was motionless; her eyes seemingly lifeless. She raised her arms to look at them. She twirled them about and sighed. Scars loitered across her shoulders and wrists. A small smile crept to her lips and she laid her arms down to her sides once more. She slid the thick, itchy covers off. It took so much energy. As she sat up, pulling her gown, pinching it with her small fingers, she looked at the window. Light blasted through and she tipped her head to the side. "Morning." she whispered hoarsely. It had been ages since she last talked. Now, she only spoke one word at a time. A run on sentence if you were lucky. She slowly raised herself from the bed, sliding her gown down so it wasn't so shortly adjusted on her small frame. She slipped on her fuzzy black slippers and walked to the window. There were bars on them. "Prisoner..."


Five minutes passed before she ran her fingers through her hair, noticing strands of hair falling onto her shoulders. She pushed them off with her hand and slowly walked to the door. She opened the door slowly, hearing commotion at the nurse's station. Medication. She walked out into the hall, shutting the heavy door to her bedroom. She inched her way into the line, cutting in front of a few patients. It was her usual routine. The nurse slid a tiny cup filled with all the pills she needed along with a bigger glass filled with water. She quickly took them and held her hand out. The nurse handed her a pencil along with an old sketchbook. Cassie gave the nurse a small smile and skittered off towards the Day Room. There were a lot of other patients. It made Cassie a little nervous, but she walked in, finding a small spot in between two chairs and crawling in. As she settled, she opened her sketchbook to a blank page and began doodling.
 
Suddenly footsteps started to echo down the hall, it sounded like high heels on the smoth marble floor of the lobby. A woman appeared from one of the hallways "Charlie Perlman and Alice Florence?" She said, half asking while looking at the two of them "Uh yeah, im Charlie" He replied stnading up. The woman looked like she was in her 40's, had long blind hair and was wearing a white sort of lab coat which made Charlie feel a little uneasy. She walked down the hall she had come from, Charlie followed along with the other girl, Alice.


They walked past countless plastic doors which Charlie assumed lead to rooms, He could of swore that he heard someone punding on one the doors, They went up a flight of stairs "This is the day room" The woman said "feel free to mingle and amke some friends, ill come and gice you the rest of your introduction in an hour" With that she walked off leaving the two of them standing there.
 
Everything was so white. The pages of her form where white, the lab coats were white, teeth were white and her toy was white too. As Alice carefully printed and wrote over the pages handed to her by the receptionist, she couldn't help but have her thoughts turn to the White Rabbit. Not the little toy one that she was holding on her lap, but the one who had approached her that morning in the garden. His voice had been soft and silky as he gave her the instructions she was so desperate for to finally achieve her destiny. The tick tock of a clock seemed to come from the beneath the rabbit's own fur, right from his heart and Alice remembered the feeling of thinking, how could he ever be late again when he has such a hold on time?


The stories, the legends, the prophecies had told her that the little furry messenger would be late for a very important date, but something else had come to her mind then. What if she was the date? Maybe, she was the one for whom the White Rabbit had no time? Lewis Carrol, that brilliant man who had known she was the true one, might have gotten it all mixed up. For truly, it had taken eighteen years until she finally received the message that it was her turn. That it was her chance for escape. The White Rabbit had just come late. The first time, at least. Alice had no doubts that he would come for her again, and when that time did dawn, there would be no one to hold her back from her destiny.


The blonde scientist, as her appearance suggested, gained her trust rather easily by simply calling for her by her true name. Her parents and the servants back at her home in England had never understood that. They thought she was going as mad as the hatter, but really, it was them. To have someone acknowledge her for who she was, was quite uplifting. With a smile, Alice scrawled down her signature to finish off the documents and rose to go with the woman and 'Charlie'. 'Charlie', although a nice looking boy, had slightly unnerved her due to his intense staring, talking to himself and then commenting on simply her hair only moments later. While Alice did not deserve to be trapped in that asylum, she thought with a hint of shame, that maybe some of the people should.


The inside of the hospital was rather plain and yet luxurious. As far as she could see, Alice noticed no padded rooms, screaming patients or electrical shocking devices. The doors weren't wooden and scratched to pieces, and nor were the walls covered in thick splatterings of fresh blood. She reckoned that maybe, if she closed her eyes, she could come under the impression that she was actually just staying in a hotel for a period of time without her parents. Hopefully, there would be a sort of room service, but even she couldn't fool herself into believing that it would be of an entirely high quality.


The woman left the pair of them alone when they reached the top of a stairway, and were standing in the middle of an open doorway. She instructed them upon something about introductions or inductions before leaving them by themselves for an hour. Alice tucked a strand of hair behind her hair, silent for a moment before she turned to face 'Charlie' with a gentle smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name's Alice. Elizabeth Alice Florence, but I ask people not to call me by my first given name. It doesn't belong to me. It was Charlie, right?" She introduced herself, her British accent clearly evident.
 
Charlie looked around the day room, there seemed to be people sitting around talking, he noticed a rather loud and confident girl almost hanging upside down off a couch. He could hear the faint sound of a woman saying "Medication". He looked around for whoever was saying "Medication" every few seconds or so and he soon spotted, a little down the hall, a line of people, he assumed they were patients. He noticed that everyone was wearing normal clothes, no white smocks like he accepted and they all seemed to be reasonably happy, except for a few people in the medication line. He looked back to the day room and noticed a girl, drop some pills out of her mouth and into her hands, she then procceeded to put them into her back pocket, Wow, there were ways around taking your medication.


The girl, Alice started talking to him, He noticed she seemed to get quite serious when she told him that she didnt like people calling her by her first name, Elizabeth, apparently it didnt belong to her. Charlie noticed that she looked slightly like she was constantly day dreaming. "Yeah, Charles or Charlie.. Perlman" He started saying Alice quickly cut in "Kill me" Charlie looked shocked, had she really just said that. "What?" He asked her "did you say something?"


Before much more could happen a girl came almost bounding up to them, she looked quite happy and excited that there were new residents at Harbour View Psychiatric Hospital.
 
Nikki stops her tapping and looks up, seeing two new people. She contemplated going up to them and introducing herself, but she quickly shook her head. "They don't understand you. They'll hurt you." She says to herself. "You should probably take your medicine. But I don't like that medicine. Do it, it will help you. No. Yes. No. Yes, please?" She argues with herself out loud, then stands up. She walks with her arms wrapped around herself, then carefully walks past the two new patients.


"Medication." She hears a nurse say over and over. When she gets up to the station they say the same thing and hand her a small paper cup that held pills, and a glass of water. She quickly downs the pills and drinks some water to help them go down, then hands the leftovers to the nurse.


She then walked back towards the day room. This time she accidentally bumps into one of the patients, the girl, and her eyes go wide. "I'm so sorry." Nikki says quietly, before hurrying back to her seat. She hugs her knees to her chest and glances around nervously. "Are they looking? Did they notice? Are they coming?" She asks herself, but nobody was acknowledging her, that she knew of.
 
Cassie,hidden in between the two chairs, watched her surroundings. Normally, one wouldn't be able to squeeze into such a space. Cassie, on the other hand, was quite good at it. Hiding, and being quiet. No one ever really saw her. Sometimes, all she really wanted was to be noticed. No one noticed her when she was at school, slowly calling out for help. She was deteriorating day by day, yet no one seemed to bat an eye. She scribbled a little more on her sketchbook, her wide eyes falling from scanning the room back down to the thick paper underneath her pencil. She loved the way the pencil sounded against the paper. A slight shst sound echoing in her ears. Sadly, she didn't think the others could hear it. How sad that must be.


She felt a pang in her stomach and a small noise grumbled from within. "Shush." she hissed, not even stopping her pencil from scribbling. She looked at Charlie, her eyes wide with awe. Who are you? she thought to herself. She then noticed the girl beside him as they talked to each other. She started to crawl out from between the chairs, but stopped. Who are you? she remembered that she didn't know anyone really.


She then notices that another girl bumped into the new one. "Oh." she whispered hoarsely and backed up further into her hiding place.
 
Charlie noticed the disapproving and even scared looks some of the residents were giving him from the day room and even some from the line, he instantly felt like he wasnt going to enjoy his time here. I wonder where my room is? he thought to himself as he looked around, there seemed to be plastic doors every where even across the hall from the day room, He decided to sit down, the TV was on and a few patients were sitting on the floor and couches watching "I dream of Jeanie" Charlie wasnt a huge fan of the show but he didnt want to just stand there in the middle of the day room. He could feel the eyes of the other residents on him, it seemed like they were fascinated by a new arrival which unnerved Charlie a little more.


Charlie sat down on the end of a couch, he immidiatley noticed a girl sitting with her knees tucked up to her chest, on a chair only a few feet from where he was sitting, she seemed to have a strange and sort of vague smile on her face. He only looked looked at her once, well twice, he knew he had made the other girl, Alice a little uncomfortable and he didnt want everyone to think he was a looney, but then again, everyone is here because they have some sort of mental illness like himself.


Suddenly he heard some yelling and what sounded like alot of struggle echoing down the hall, It was a woman or rather a girl probably about 16 or so, his age, frantically struggling against 4 men and woman as they carried her in a straight jacket down the hall, Charlie looked up at this scene, So far the place looked, felt and sounded quiet and now they had people in straight jackets, He couldnt do anything or leave, even if he wanted to, did he want to? He didnt really know?





"Samantha calm down! CALM...DOWN!" One of the women, wearing a white sort of lab coat struggling to hold on to the girl's, Samantha's legs yelled.
 
Katie looked over in the direction of the chaos down the hall and shook her head slowly.


"Samantha, they'll drug you!" Katie said, although she knew very well that she couldn't hear her. She shrugged her shoulders after a few seconds and looked over at Charlie. "They always drug you if you don't relax."


She sensed he was still adjusting to this nut house, and she was not suprised. It took her several months to finally settle here. Then only a few months more to learn the system. Then she discovered a few ways of being able to escape. After three years in this place, she was institutionalized. At this point she probably would never be able to leave the system. This thought did not disturb her though, for as real life went, this place was easy.


"Don't worry about all that. You get used to all the crazy stuff that happens here!" Katie smiled before she hopped off the chair she was sitting on to join Charlie on the couch. She made sure to leave enough space to not freak him out with.


[[Does anyone know how different mental institutions are between English and American ones? I've been in three in England, but want to make sure that I get the setting right for the American one]]
 
((I only know how Australian ones are, ive been there once, I can only base from the movies and things ive read about the American ones. Im basing this alot off my experiences))


Charlie tried to hide the slightly horrified look on his face after witnessing the struggle that Samantha, the girl in the straight jacket was putting up against the staff. He pushed his thick black glasses back up his nose, even though he didnt have to. The yelling continued as the staff carried the struggling Samantha down the hall, Charlie watched as they reached the end of a hall and turned around a corner out of sight. When he turned his head back to the chair where the girl was sitting he realized that she had gone. He looked back towards the hallway and noticed that the girl was now sitting on the couch he was on.


Now that he got a closer look, he thought that this may have been the girl who he saw almost hanging upside down on a couch before, who didnt take her meds which he actually thought was pretty cool, Charlie absolutely hated meds, mostly because meds for Schizophrenia were absolutely ridiculous with side effects that included hearing screaming, gaining weight and more negative effects. He noticed that this girl also seemed to be really comfortable and quite outgoing with the staff, she much have been here for a while.


"Crazy.. stuff.. that happens here? what crazy stuff?" Charlie asked the girl. "Im Charlie by the way, how.. long have you been here?" Charlie asked (after her reply or before, up to you) extending a hand awkwardly.
 
"Well. We're all mad here. Some more than others. Sometimes people kick off and do crazy stuff. Sometimes we get mean nurses come in to which upsets people."


Katie smiled and looked at Charlie and met his handshake energetically. "You're cute! I'm Katie! I've been here around three years now, I think? Three and a half? I don't know. It is hard to keep track!"


She brushed some strands of hair from her face and smiled again, her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.


"I know how scary this place is when you first arrive but if you can make friends it helps the time go quicker!"
 
Charlie's jaw almost dropped when she said she had been there for 3 years. run this is your last chance or they'll lock you- "Shut up" Charlie whispered loudly "Oh ah not you" He quickly said to the girl. He looked around there seemed to be a group gathering around them "Hi Katie!" "Whats up Katie?" people started saying, it seemed to Charlie like everyone was friends here which he found really cool and made him feel a little better about staying at Harbour View.


"Im only staying for 12 months, possibly less.." Charlie replied to the girl, Katie.
 
Katie waved at the other patients greeting her, even jumped up a couple of times to give them hugs. She settled back next to Charlie and smiled, tilting her head at him, noting him whispering to himself.


"Voices, eh? They're a bitch. Don't worry. You won't end up locked in here for three years. You'll be out soon! I can see that!"


Katie started twirling some of her hair in her fingers as she scanned the room once more.


"So, Charlie! What do you like to do for fun??"
 
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