Sandra Yvette
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I write for my own personal healing, hoping it may touch a soul.
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Tales of a Lost Girl
I don’t belong here. I’m not like them. I thought to myself as I disconnected my eyes from my bed buddy who continued talking. I couldn’t completely make out what she was doing in her bed across from mine with how dimly lit our vacant room was. Mid-conversation, I realized she kept bringing her hand up, would lick her fingers, and then dropped her hand back down underneath an old jading blanket with the words FREMONT HOSPITAL MENTAL INSTITUTE imprinted on it. I figured it would be best if I pretended to doze off, then to try and make friends. My bed buddy’s name was Rose. She was twelve-years-young and talked about how her parents had left her at the mental institute while they went on a cruise. She modeled for a living. Some days she spoke with a British accent, as she talked about her extravagant lifestyle. When a staff member would address her, though, the hood in her came out. We were bed buddies at Fremont Hospital.
By Sandra Yvette7 years ago in Psyche
