Lonely Whispers and Silent Cries.

April 16, 2001

Another virtuous year at Hanover Hills, and I’m not getting any younger. Thinking of the beginning only brings back memories.

Ones with my family back in Rochester Hills, but only to have them disappear from a scream.

“No,” A voice screams outside my room.

I can’t really decipher the voice.

It’s new.

Only the new one’s scream still, we older patients tend to repress it all with drugs they give us.

I hear the door open.

“Craig,” A voice calls to me.

I don’t look up since I know who it is.

“Yes,” I said to Nurse Cullen.

“You have a new roommate,” She said trying to say it with ease.

“Why,” I said still not looking.

“Because there aren’t any more rooms available. So for the time being she’s staying in here with you.” She said.

“Fine,” I said turning back towards the wall.

“Here dear, you’re going to stay with Craig,” The nurse said leading her in.

I didn’t see her, since I was facing the wall.

I heard the bed on the opposite side move.

The movements secede after awhile. I guess she fell asleep.