KELLY
When Dr. Arndt told Kelly she had been a patient at Sunnyside Mental Health Clinic for seven months and thirteen days, Kelly had thought it was a joke. It hadn’t seemed so long, though she was very lonely for her family. She had initially tracked the time by scraping tally marks on the metal bed frame, but after a few weeks, the days all ran together, especially when they forced her to take medication. Kelly was tired of being a patient and sick and tired of dealing with the meds.
“Why do I still have to take the pills?” asked Kelly, thinking Dr. Arndt’s new pixie hair cut looked cute.
The doctor remained serious. “They keep you calm and help you sleep.”
“They trap me in the dreams, Dr. Arndt.”
Dr. Arndt frowned. She always encouraged Kelly to call her Kara, but it rarely happen
