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It was another one of those days where I couldn't feel better. I was in the bestest of moods, no sadness in sight, and had fun with everyone who came across my path. Not everyone thought it to be fun, but I didn't care. I didn't pay attention to what others thought of me. I didn't care and partly thought it hilarious how they looked at me like I was crazy.
Okay, admittedly, I was crazy. At least that's what all the people around me said and those had become more and less at the same time over the years. All of my friends had left me and only one had stayed. Her name was Lena. Lena didn't mind that I was the way I was. She got along well with me and laughed with me, but also said directly when she didn’t like the shit coming out of my mouth. That's what I liked about her. That direct way.
It was another one of those days where I sat laughing on my usual bench in the park. People walked past me and were not surprised that I was laughing. They knew me and were used to me sitting here and laughing some days. And those who didn't know me gazed over briefly and then ignored me. That was good. I didn't want to be asked about it. I was fine.
It was another one of those days where I had refused the pills. My medical assistant had said that I would regret it, but I had only laughed and then went to the park. She didn't understand that a good mood was an important part of life. But doctors were generally never in a good mood.
I laughed a little more, then my laughter became quieter and I got up from the bench, walked around the park and grinned at the people around me. Greeted my former roommate with a spreent grimace and she squinted her eyes so much that she swayed dangerously for a moment. Her doctor's assistant glared at me. I grinned.
My path led me back to the building, where I had to avoid a screaming man who was being pulled through the corridors by two other men. He was wearing a straitjacket. I grinned. So it was another one of those days where he was depressed. But I needn’t care because I had nothing to do with him.
Although his son was really cute. But I didn't need to take my pills for him anymore, because since I threw a TV at him once, he didn't show up again.
I arrived at my room, but stopped in front of it, because boxes were piling up in front of the next room. My head tilted slightly to the side and with undisguised curiosity I stepped closer. Until a week ago, Cry-Susi had lived in this room, but then she had thrown herself out of a window. Cry-Susi had had depression and, as her name reveals, always cried because she was so sad. She always sat in a corner of her room and didn't let anyone get close to her. Blanket over her head, everything dark, and no one was allowed to disturb her in her self-pity.
Neither had I, even though I had given her flowers and a CD. My medical assistant had said it was because I had thrown the vase at her head. I had just laughed.
Without wasting another thought, I entered. In the room there was a middle-aged woman and a girl who must have been about my age. A new neighbor? But I was so happy about the peace...
The girl had short black hair and wore loose clothes. She was just filling her closet with the clothes from her suitcases. Now I understood why she had been quartered in this room: because of her many clothes! This room had a gigantic wardrobe.
"Heeeeeeeeello!!," I shouted and because I had sneaked into the room, I scared the two people. The woman, probably the mother, froze in an attempt to take a piece of paper from a suitcase and looked at me in surprise. "Uh... hello?," she said uncertainly, but then added, "Who...are you?" I grinned at her. "As if you really want to know," I replied, and continued to come in.
"Vaaaaaaleskaaaaaaaa," I explained briefly and looked around, "THAT...is my name!" I let myself fall theatrically on the bed where Cry-Susi had been sleeping until recently and stretched all fours away from me. I could feel the confused look of the mother on me before she asked, "Okay... Is it normal that others...residents come in and out of other people's rooms? Just like that?” "THAT!," I shouted again, without getting up, "Is a philosophical question." I stretched my arms up and looked at my fingers.
Suddenly a fourth person entered the room and I didn't have to look to realize that it was my medical assistant. The firm, self-confident steps alone testified to the arrogance that was so typical of some of the nurses.
She came closer and pulled me up from the bed. "Please excuse the disturbance. This patient just can't control herself," she said, and I grunted angrily. I hated it when she was like that. But once she had me in her firm grip, there was no point in fighting back, because this woman had used to be a wrestler. Not so good that she had achieved anything special, but she was strong enough to hold a 16 year old girl.
"Let go of me, you stupid cow!," I shouted at her and punched her in the stomach with my free hand, "I have a right to freedom!! Viva la revolutioooooooooooon!!!” But the nurse hardly reacted. She ignored me and smiled kindly at the mother and her daughter. "You must be Mrs. Bell, right?" The woman nodded. “Then this must be Violet. Hello young lady.”
I was too busy trying to get her attention, which is why I didn't notice how Violet, who hadn't said anything yet, slightly tensed. Even my medical assistant didn't notice, because she had just as little knowledge of people as a bull. Which was twice as funny, because firstly, I had found out that she had called herself "The Bull" as a wrestler and secondly, it was more than questionable how and why she had gotten this job.
"She prefers to be addressed as Vi," explained Mrs. Bell and the bull nodded understandingly. "Well, then I'll remember that," she promised, "By the way, I'm Mrs. Helga Stonebreaker." The women shook hands before the bull apologized once again and then left the room with me.
Only when we had arrived in the quarantine area, which should rather be called isolation area, did the bull let go of me. Angrily, I rubbed my wrist and was about to yell at her because of who she thought she was, but she stopped it immediately by just squeezing my lips. Her fingernails pierced painfully into my skin.
"Now listen here, you brat," the bull growled, "Either you take your pills and leave Violet alone, or I put you in a straitjacket!" Apart from the fact that I knew that she was not allowed to decide for herself, she had already forgotten to call Violet Vi again. Great.
I didn't react and just stared at the bull with wide eyes, without blinking, so that my gaze was really creepy. And finally she let go of me. I felt something liquid on my lip and chin.
"Remember my words," the bull grunted and stormed off. I followed her with my gaze until she turned into the children's ward. She definitely belonged there. If she only worked in that part of the institution, I would never have to see her again, because I stayed as far away from that as possible. Children always brought back unpleasant memories.
I sighed and left the quarantine area on a different path, passing Sam, who was led further in by two medical assistants. My hand rose to a friendly greeting and I then went on to Sophie, who was standing at the entrance of the area. She had also been a patient of the institution, but Sam had helped to cure her and now only he was here.
"Heeeeeey," I drew out, because the cheerfulness was coming back, "What’s he done this time?" The brunette did not greet me, and only quietly said, "All the rooms in his hallway are now sparkling clean." I patted her hard on the shoulder and left. I needed some fresh air.