His Deranged Mate

Meds!

**2- years later**

I lay in my bed staring out of the window. The sun was starting to peek through the night clouds making the sky black, red, orange, and gold. I watched how the sun slowly crept up into place as the light took over the whole sky. I closed my eyes and sighed, yet another night spent awake staring at the moon until it went down and the sun came up in its place—another night laying in despair with my mind's thoughts, and voices running wild.

I was broken out of my thoughts by my door being unbolted and opened. I looked up at the clock. 'Ahh, 5:15 am right on schedule,' I chuckled to myself. I sat up and saw my two favorite psych nurses walking through the door. Yes, you heard me right; I presently reside in Steelhaven Insane Asylum, The Home For The Clinically Insane.

This is where I have been a few days after my 16th birthday. I hate even thinking back on that dreadful night. The night they came and took me from my home. I will never forget the look on my mom's face when she yelled, "she must have inherited those terrible mental health traits from her birth mother!" as I was thrown in the back of a patty wagon—a disgrace.

"Happy birthday Mylay!" They quietly yelled as they rushed into my room with balloons and a card. "Thank you!" I responded, genuinely smiling from ear to ear. I looked up at the girls, Nurse Evelyn Nichols, who was tall and curvy with beautiful long brown curly hair, and Nurse Tiffany Smith, tall, thin, with short black hair, both about 23 years old. I loved my morning crew, at least most of them. Now, it is the night crew you have to worry about! Evil, slimy creeps who walk around with keys and a bad attitude, thinking they own the place and everyone in it. You hoped and prayed every night they wouldn't slide into your room and give you a good beating or worse!

Eve and Tiff have been my steady morning nurses for over a year now, and I wouldn't have it any other way. They were like the big sisters I never had. "So, are you ready for an AMAZING birthday?" Tiff said, being a little overdramatic. I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance and said, "Please! This day will be just as terrible as all the others! I hate birthdays anyway, and I don't know what has even gotten into you two!" I folded my arms over my chest and pouted. "Oh, stop! Everyone deserves a little recognition now and again. ESPECIALLY on their birthday!" Eve retorted. I sighed. Secretly I was happy, but I couldn't let them know that.

"All right up, up, up. We need to get some vitals, and you've got to hurry and get dressed before med call and breakfast." Eve stated. "Oh yay, drugs and dry toast! Just what I've been dreaming of!" I replied sarcastically. They both chuckled.

As soon as I completed my morning routine, I walked out and headed down the hall when I heard "MEDS!" yelled by one of the male psych nurses.

Med call is when you sit out in a big room and wait for them to call your name so you can walk up, get your meds, check and make sure you swallow your meds, then you are released to breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I sat and waited in deep thought for about 15 minutes until I heard "Marks!" I shuffled up to the med window. "Hey, My," a soft voice spoke from behind the counter. "Hey, Counselor Mackey," I replied, giving her a small smile.

"Today is a special day! I can't wait for our session in a few hours!" Counselor Macky said in an elevated tone as she handed me my meds in a cup with a small cup of water. I swallowed my pills and stuck my tongue out, and moved it up and down so she could see. "Good girl, now go get some breakfast, and I will see you at 9 am sharp!" declared Counselor Macky. I chuckled and walked away towards the cafeteria.

You might wonder why I so willingly take these drugs? Well, that's simple! I'm crazy! Mad, a lunatic, insane, disturbed... DERANGED! The list goes on! I suffer from Auditory Hallucinations, Schizophrenia as well as Dissociative Identity Disorder. In other words, I hear voices telling me to do things, and sometimes that voice even takes over, and I become someone else. I do not like who I become when I get angry, so I try to stay even-keeled and on my meds! I hate having episodes of these generational mental health issues I inherited from my mother. Or maybe it was my father?.. Nope, definitely my mother. So I do as they say and keep my head low. Being punished in this place is no laughing matter.

As I stepped into the cafeteria, I bypassed the line of people holding treys, walked straight between two people, and grabbed a fruit bowl and milk. The food here was disgusting! I turned around and scanned the room, looking for someone. 'Ahh, there she goes,' I thought, as I found who I was searching for. My other lifeline in this place, Ms. Cara'mina Oaks! With her blue eyes, milky skin, and bone-straight black hair that flows so long, she can sit on it. Walking towards her, I couldn't help but remember the first time we met.

*****Flashback****

I lay there crying, not tears anymore, just pain. I have wept out in pain every day and every night since they brought me here to this wretched place three weeks ago! Finally, I sat up and looked at the clock; 5 am. I have realized that this is not a joke, and absolutely no one is coming back for me. "I have to get out of here!" I screamed! I ran over and began beating on the small window on my door. "SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!" I shouted while I banged harder. No one heard me; no one ever heard me. I couldn't breathe, and the room started spinning. I began to panic and collapsed.

Just then, I heard the sound of my lock opening, and two psych nurses, one male, and one female stepped into the room. They quickly closed the door and stood there staring at me while I was on the floor, holding onto my chest, trying to catch my breath. "What seems to be the problem here.. Marks!" the female nurse looked at my chart and then down at me with disgust. "Help," I squeaked.

"Shut up and sit down," the male yelled as he grabbed my arm, pulling me off the floor and flinging me onto the bed. Scared and in pain from the way he had just thrown me like a rag doll, I began to become angrier. The woman grabbed my arm next. "Now shut up and sit still so I can get a blood pressure from you!" she hissed. "DO NOT TOUCH ME!" my voice trembled as I screamed with such force I shook the room.

While the nurses were shocked, I leaned back and kicked the female nurse with both feet so hard she crashed into the male nurse, and they went flying to the back of my room. I jumped off the bed; my eyes darkened as I zeroed in on the kill, ready to murder any and everyone! Then out of nowhere, a burst of black hair dashed in front of me, yelling "STOP!"

I stumbled back to my bed, a little confused about this tiny little thing dressed in a ward gown demanding me to stop. "Move aside," I ordered. "No!" She retorted. "Excuse me? And who the hell do you think you are?" I asked, taking a step closer to her, and sizing her up. "Cara'mina Oaks," she replied with a smile on her face and her hand out for me to shake. I looked at her incredulously. "Cora-whata-who?" I asked, butchering her name terribly.

She chuckled. "Car-a-mean-uh Oaks, but you can just call me Cara," she stated as she slowly broke her name down to me. "And you are," she asked, still holding her hand out for me to take. I looked at her for a moment and back down to her hand and took it. "Mylay Mar-" "You stupid crazy b***h! I will make sure you get it good!" The female nurse spat as she pulled herself together, and she and the male nurse rushed out of the room.

"You should have let me kill them," I stated dryly, staring at the door. Cara chuckled, "As much as I would have enjoyed seeing that, unfortunately, that path does not end well for you," she stated. "What do you mean?" I asked. She tilted her head while staring deep into my eyes. "You know you have eyes that remind me of someone I knew long, long ago," said Cara. "Long ago?" I scrunched up my nose at her.

"Cara, you look no older than 18. What is long, long ago?" I chuckled. She laughed, "Ahh yes, forever young. No, you remind me of someone I knew over 100 years ago when I was a child. Those eyes." Cara whispered, starting to wander off into thought.

"Oookay," I said as I headed for my bed. 'I forgot I was in the loony bin for a second,' I said to myself as I rolled my eyes. "And where do you think you're going? We have to go to med call then breakfast," she informed me. "No, I am still not ready to head out there yet. You go. I would rather get my meds force-fed and starve to death." I spat in pain and disgust.

"We will have none of that! You can't sit up here and wither away into nothing! You need to be tough, for there will be a day when you will break free of this place, and you need to be strong and prepared!" Cara retorted. With that, she grabbed my arm and finally pulled me out of my prison as we walked out of the door.