White Rooms: Chapter One

Heading out of an office I have no recollection of ever entering; I'm noticing things as if it were the first time I've ever seen them. These halls are narrow. It has a faint smell of sorrow as if someone has died here before. The marble floors remind me of emergency rooms. I can recall seeing little specs of light reflecting from the light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, I was always too afraid to look at. Someone told me that something bad would happen to me if I did. Although, I'm not sure who said that to me but it's easier to just follow what someone said back then.

I have so many questions, investigating never hurt anyone. The building appears to be small, I think the walls are being deceitful."Christopher, you know you can't go in there," says this man dressed in all white. "Don't touch me! Who are you?" He sighs, "Christopher-" I cut him off, "Why do you people keep calling me that? My name is Chris. No 'Christopher' just Chris." He directs me into the opposite direction. As if my curiosity would just fade because I was asked not to snoop. "Chris, it's time for you to see Dr. Adams now, c'mon." This man doesn't seem interested in giving me any of the answers that I'm looking for. Maybe this doctor he's speaking of may know something.

I walk into this room. An office different from the first one I was in. "Aah, Mr. Shepard, nice to see you again." I trip on my own shoe trying to get to the chair. And I noticed that I am not wearing any shoelaces. The tongue in my tennis shoes are dangling out of my shoes. "Hey," I respond, she seems excited.--Wait 'again' I don't think I've ever met this woman before. Maybe she knows why I'm here or something. "Now Mr. Shepard, I must ask you some questions. See if we can get somewhere further today." Staring at her, waiting for her to explain herself, she continues. "Christopher--Chris, do you know where you are?"
"No."
"Well do you know why you are here?
"No."
Dr. Adams continues to ask me questions that I cannot give her answers to. I thought she could help me it doesn't look like she plans on giving me any insight. I don't want to talk anymore. "No more questions. No more staring. Tell me what's going on Doctor...doctor Adams. Now. Please." She gazes at me, perhaps I'm dreaming. There is a wooden chart with awards and quotes from her hanging on the wall. DOCTOR EVELINE ADAMS. MASTERS OF PSYCHOLOGY OF MENTAL HEALTH AND SOCIOLOGY.

"You are currently in the Lake County Psychiatric Ward for Juveniles. You were transferred here from the Hudson Mental Health Facility two weeks ago." Racing my mind to recall any of this happening. This woman doesn't seem to be joking. "You put another patient in a coma. If he dies you will be charged with manslaughter in the second degree. Due to the fact that you have been institutionalized the court has found you incompetent to stand trial as of this moment. Right now, we are trying to understand you. Figure out who you were, who you are and what's going on inside of your mind right now."
Everything seems so dark. My lungs feel heavy and dry. What's going on? I don't think this is really happening. "Something's wrong...I can't breathe-"