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When we got back from the lunchroom I went to check my stuff. I didn’t have much, a couple of shirts and pants and a stuffed animal that had a picture of my mother and sister attached to it. I wore my jacket and carried my comb and toothpaste on me. If they were stolen I would likely have to wait a day or two for replacement . Damn thieves, it’s bad enough being locked up in a mental institution, but when your shit is always getting stolen it really sucks.
Sure enough, my stuffed animal was gone. Damn, damn, damn, that was all I really owned. It was a symbol that I knew someone and someone knew me, even though my family may have well of been ghosts. I was alone in my mind and I was alone in the world and someone had just stolen my…… life. This was the last straw.
Experience told me who was behind it. I walked down the dark hallway(it was always a dusky gray in there) to the day-room. My anger rose with every step I took. My anger was so huge that only calmness could be seen by others. Not the calmness of someone relaxed , but one of such twisted importance that everyone must have seen its instability. “Where’s my bear?†so calm, so easy.
Laughter…denial…...this was not what I had hoped for. I removed my jacket, folded it and placed it over the back of the plastic coated cement furniture. I am not sure why I did that but at the time it seemed necessary. I turned back to her and she laughed again. I do not think my expression faltered or I even took one breath deeper, I just hit her in the face with a right hook that sent her flying and crashing to the floor. “Now, I calmly said, if anything else of mine ever gets stolen I am going to beat your ass even if your not the one who took it.†I turned, put my jacket back on, and although this was witnessed by Staff not one word was spoken as I walked back to my bunk.
posted on Mar 20, 2008 9:01 PM ()
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