The Queen of Scrubs
A Human Crutch
(This roleplay is about patients at a mental hospital...but the hospital that Autumn is going to is not like any of the others she's been. It's bad here...almost medieval. The treatment is horrible...and the past - a mystery. Strange things go on here - and it's only a matter of time before the strange things start happening to you.) (Make sure to submit your character! ^-^)
Autumn sat in her therapists office for a while, trying to hear the conversation behind the door. They were talking about her again - just like always. Her mom said it was because they really cared about her - but Autumn thought it was because they hated her. She didn't like the medicine. She didn't like the shots, and the therapy sessions, or the doctor appointments. Autumn didn't understand why they took her out of school, and why they sent her to hospital after hospital.
She looked up at the ceiling, colors swirling before her eyes. Shades of pink and orange and green. Autumn extended a hand.
The colors disappeared; she frowned. Sometimes, when the colors were happy, they'd talk to her. They'd chitter, and whisper around in her ears. It would tickle, and Autumn would laugh. She liked the floating colors.
"They aren't real, though. I can't see them," Mrs. Davis, her newest therapist, would say, gesturing above them.
"Can't you, though?" Autumn looked at her with bright blue eyes, and then glanced up. "They are talking about you, after all."
When Mrs. Davis and her mom came back into the office, Autumn Bropens realized that once again she was going to be sent to a hospital. Not one in the area though - a massive mental clinic in a small little town near the edge of the state. Autumn didn't want to go - but she didn't really have much of a choice.
Autumn sat in her therapists office for a while, trying to hear the conversation behind the door. They were talking about her again - just like always. Her mom said it was because they really cared about her - but Autumn thought it was because they hated her. She didn't like the medicine. She didn't like the shots, and the therapy sessions, or the doctor appointments. Autumn didn't understand why they took her out of school, and why they sent her to hospital after hospital.
She looked up at the ceiling, colors swirling before her eyes. Shades of pink and orange and green. Autumn extended a hand.
The colors disappeared; she frowned. Sometimes, when the colors were happy, they'd talk to her. They'd chitter, and whisper around in her ears. It would tickle, and Autumn would laugh. She liked the floating colors.
"They aren't real, though. I can't see them," Mrs. Davis, her newest therapist, would say, gesturing above them.
"Can't you, though?" Autumn looked at her with bright blue eyes, and then glanced up. "They are talking about you, after all."
When Mrs. Davis and her mom came back into the office, Autumn Bropens realized that once again she was going to be sent to a hospital. Not one in the area though - a massive mental clinic in a small little town near the edge of the state. Autumn didn't want to go - but she didn't really have much of a choice.
