Love Crazed

DEATH'S INTRODUCTION

New Haven Sanctuary Medical Records

Vive’s File (Admitted 11/05/10)

Age: 16

Height: 5’ 5”

Weight: 115 lbs.

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Ethnicity: White mixed (Spanish, French)

Temperament Diagnosis: Schizophrenic behavior, take caution when handling this patient.

Treatment Plan: Counseling + Prescription Zyprexa.

Fred’s File (Admitted 11/07/10)

Age: 15

Height: 5’ 4”

Weight: 120 lbs.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Gray

Ethnicity: White mixed (German, Russian)

Temperament Diagnosis: Sociopath behavior, take caution when handling this patient.

Treatment Plan: Counseling + Prescription Prozac.

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“Shut up, BITCH!” Fred shouted from his room across the hall.

“Fuck you, ASSHOLE!” Vive shouted back.

Both were confined to quarters for bad behavior during social time. Fred got into a fight with Vive earlier today. Vive was mad at Fred for saying her friend, Jenna, wasn’t real.

“Calm down you two.” Sandy, the nurse admin, interrupted their argument. “It’s time to take your meds.”

“no, no, nO, NO!” Vive backed away from the door, curling into a little ball in the corner.

“Hahahaha!” Fred laughed but suddenly grew silent when his door was opened first.

Two big male orderlies entered Fred’s room and restrained him on his bed. Sandy came in and tapped his arm a few times to make sure his vein was visible. Then she injected him with a syringe containing Prozac.

After they were done, they went into Vive’s room to administer Zyprexa. Unlike Fred, Vive fought and screamed in terror every time.

“It’s okay honey.” Sandy soothed. “We have done this before.”

“No more shots, pleASE!” Vive yelled as the needle pierced her arm. She twisted and tensed helplessly as the drug invaded her system.

Sandy and the orderlies released Vive, closing the aluminum metal door behind them. The nurse looked through Fred’s window and saw him staring blankly at his wall. She sighed in disappointment because there’s no hope for these two.

Everyone was happy the two were silenced. Their arguing was disturbing fun time all day. At least, now they could sleep.

But Fred was not sleeping.

He was busy ripping the sheets of his bed to make a rope. A thick block window, sealed the inside, and prevented any kind of escape. There was no place to tie his rope above to hang himself. What was he making it for?

Vive was not sleeping either.

Vive drew pretty flower pictures on her wall with her fingers. She was finger painting without paint. The pictures came alive like a TV show and she laughed and laughed. Sometimes she clapped in applause.

Both of them were busy, busy, busy, all night long until their bodies lost all strength and they fell asleep on their stiff cold beds.

Very early in the morning, Vive’s door popped open. She was a light sleeper and woke quickly. She looked around fearfully, hoping they were not back again to give her another shot.

Instead, Fred’s head peeked through the door. He didn’t say anything, just came inside and stared at her.

“What the HELL, Fred!” Vive whispered loudly.

Fred just smiled mischievously at Vive. Then he winked at her, backed out and closed the door.

Vive got up and tried to open the door but it was locked. She peeked through her window but could not see where Fred went. Giving up, she went back to her bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling with moving stars on a clear night sky.

The sun blinded Vive’s eyes open as she realized it was morning.

Sandy came in to talk to Vive.

“You know the rules Vive. Can we expect you to behave today?”

Vive nodded.

“Okay, just let me know if you’re having trouble.” Sandy spoke firmly.

“I’ll be good as long as Fred doesn’t bother me like he did last night.” Vive promised.

Sandy’s faced expressed surprise at Vive’s comment. “You don’t have to worry about Fred. He was moved to another building.”

Vive mumbled something but Sandy wasn’t really listening. The nurse just walked out, leaving the door open. As promised, there was no sign of Fred all day. Vive felt relieved but confused. Where did they put Fred?

Jenna, Vive’s look-alike friend, was already talking with the other girls. She waved at Vive happily, calling her over.

“Sorry about yesterday.” Jenna patted Vive on the shoulder.

“What do you mean?” Vive asked back.

“I didn’t mean to start a fight between you and Fred.” Jenna answered.

“It’s okay. He’s a stupid jerk. They moved him to another building.” Vive laughed.

“What were you two fighting about anyway?” Jenna questioned.

“It’s stupid. He kept saying you don’t exist.” Vive explained.

“I don’t exist? WOW. That is stupid.” Jenna sat back in surprise. “Fred is the one that doesn’t exist.”

“What?” Vive’s eyes turned wide.

“He… killed… himself… 3 days ago in his room.”