Asylum Meme

[cantaskquestions]

Meme, Interrupted



"People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy."


Well, you've really done it now. You're in a mental institution. Maybe it's a modern facility with a therapy garden, compassionate staff members, and a warm environment meant to help nurse people back to health, or maybe it's a glorified dungeon where the government shoves people they don't want to deal with and patients are abused by staff. Regardless of what it is, you're there, and it doesn't look like they're planning on letting you out any time soon.

Maybe you're actually not supposed to be there and you're trying to arrange for your release. Maybe you actually are meant to be there and you're struggling with your illness. Maybe you're not a patient at all and you're just there to visit or earn your paycheck. It's up to you.

Rules:

1. Post with your character's name, canon, and your preferences on the subject bar, and set up the situation.
2. Tag other people. Are you a visitor? A staff member? A fellow patient? A hallucination? It's your choice.
3. Have fun!

Comments

Meja Urdahl » OC » OTA

[wolfofmidgard]

She isn't a problem, the doctors will murmur, when they think she can't hear. An orderly will get nervous about her panic attacks, when she locks up and wraps herself in her arms — when she threads her fingers through her platinum-blonde hair, white-knuckled. Schizophrenic, they call her. No one else can hear the voice, low and angry, that calls through the windows and the walls. Loki's voice. She knows it's him because of what her father had told her, but then...

Her father had gone, and her mother had died many years before. Meja had been left as the protector of her town, against the dark elves and the trolls, and what had the town done? Ganged up on her. Sent her here. Called her a lunatic. At first, she'd made all sort of complaints and — yes, she'd yelled. What else could she do? She was here, and her town was undefended. But the more she stayed here, and the more pills they gave her, the less she cared.

Half of the patients avoid her, and the other half hound her for stories about the "monsters" and the gods. No one believes her. It's pure dumb luck that her town hasn't been wiped off the map yet, and she knows it. She sits in the corners of rooms and watches the TV and tries not to think too much. Thinking is difficult. The facility is white and blurs her thoughts. Half of the time, she has to chase them enough to walk back to her room. The doctors ask her strange questions that she forgets almost immediately. Whatever they're giving her, it's taking away something important.

...but she can't really remember what that is. So, instead, she plays checkers by herself in the corner, and worries her bottom lip. Maybe she won't have to see the doctor today. Maybe tonight, something will finally come and put a knife through her ribs and she won't have to struggle with her thoughts and guilt anymore.