Author's Note*
Hey, just so you know this is kind of like a sequel to my first story, Long Lost Good-bye. For all of you, who read my first story, I hope you enjoy this one just as much, or maybe even more.
For all those who review this story don't go easy on me. Be critical or if you like it, well then that's good news for me.
Oh yea, normal printing is present time and italics are flashbacks or an emphasis on a word. Italics also may mean wat she is thinking in her head. Okay with that cleared up, here's the story.
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I was sitting in a corner of the hospital room singing to myself, "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream." I knew I was going crazy, but the doctors couldn't understand why.
I had been in this mental facility for more than a year now. When I first came here, I was getting better. Darry had sent me here because I was suffering hallucinations. It had been after Johnny and Dally died, and I was affected so much because I had fallen in love with Dally.
Now I've been here for more than a year, and I was getting more and more crazy. The doctors didn't understand why, even when I told them. I remember about two months ago a doctor had asked me, but he ignored what I said.
"Kaitlyn, is there something wrong?" the doctor had asked.
"Yes, I need to get out of here. I hate being alone. I said so when I first came here, but you said that you could fix that, but you didn't! I'm going crazy now! PLEASE LET ME OUT!"
"You're not going crazy, you just have to be patient. We can help you if you let us."
"Kaitlyn Walsh, you have a visitor."
I hadn't had a visitor for months. They wouldn't let anyone see me, not even finally. I guess now they thought that it was hopeless helping me. Maybe they might let me go home. Maybe they'll bring me the news that I'm going home today or tomorrow. Just maybe.
"Hey Katie." It was Soda. "Get up, I'm here now."
I was still sitting in the corner singing to myself. I was kinda lost in my own little world at the moment. Soda extended his hand out to get me up. I took his hand and got up. I was finally out of my world. I walked to the little table in the center of the room, and we started talking.
"How you feeling, Katie?"
I slowly processed the words in my head. I felt dumbstruck. "Huh? Um.not good. Can't stay here no longer. Must out get, I mean, must get out. I miss the world. I need people around me. I miss you and Ponyboy. I hate Darry. How could he do this to." I couldn't talk anymore. I just broke down and cried.
"Kaitlyn.do you really hate, Darry?"
"YES!"
"He didn't mean any harm. He thought it was for your own good. You should see him right now. He feels so guilty about you going crazy; he's going crazy. He's real sorry. Really sorry. So sorry that he is begging the doctors to let you out. He begged so much and explained why, that they finally agree to get you out for the better. You're going home, Kate!"
"Oh my God! No way! You gotta be shitting me." At those words I started feeling slightly better. I finally thought I would be able to get out of my world for good. I wouldn't be talking to my imaginary friend or myself anymore. I was finally going home.
"When?" I asked.
"Today! Right now."
"Oh my God!" I jumped up with happiness. "You here that, Betty? We're going home!"
"Who's Betty?"
"Oh yea, I forgot to introduce you two. Soda this is Betty, Betty this is Soda."
"Uh.Coke, there's no one there."
"I told you not to call me that here, and sure there's someone there. Can't you see her?"
"Coke, I really think you need to go home, now."
"Okay."
I then realized I must have been imagining again. Maybe being home would make me forget everything I found here.
We went home, and I hoped more than ever that everything would be all right now. I hoped that I would be okay after a while. I just kept hoping.
Hey, just so you know this is kind of like a sequel to my first story, Long Lost Good-bye. For all of you, who read my first story, I hope you enjoy this one just as much, or maybe even more.
For all those who review this story don't go easy on me. Be critical or if you like it, well then that's good news for me.
Oh yea, normal printing is present time and italics are flashbacks or an emphasis on a word. Italics also may mean wat she is thinking in her head. Okay with that cleared up, here's the story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
I was sitting in a corner of the hospital room singing to myself, "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream." I knew I was going crazy, but the doctors couldn't understand why.
I had been in this mental facility for more than a year now. When I first came here, I was getting better. Darry had sent me here because I was suffering hallucinations. It had been after Johnny and Dally died, and I was affected so much because I had fallen in love with Dally.
Now I've been here for more than a year, and I was getting more and more crazy. The doctors didn't understand why, even when I told them. I remember about two months ago a doctor had asked me, but he ignored what I said.
"Kaitlyn, is there something wrong?" the doctor had asked.
"Yes, I need to get out of here. I hate being alone. I said so when I first came here, but you said that you could fix that, but you didn't! I'm going crazy now! PLEASE LET ME OUT!"
"You're not going crazy, you just have to be patient. We can help you if you let us."
"Kaitlyn Walsh, you have a visitor."
I hadn't had a visitor for months. They wouldn't let anyone see me, not even finally. I guess now they thought that it was hopeless helping me. Maybe they might let me go home. Maybe they'll bring me the news that I'm going home today or tomorrow. Just maybe.
"Hey Katie." It was Soda. "Get up, I'm here now."
I was still sitting in the corner singing to myself. I was kinda lost in my own little world at the moment. Soda extended his hand out to get me up. I took his hand and got up. I was finally out of my world. I walked to the little table in the center of the room, and we started talking.
"How you feeling, Katie?"
I slowly processed the words in my head. I felt dumbstruck. "Huh? Um.not good. Can't stay here no longer. Must out get, I mean, must get out. I miss the world. I need people around me. I miss you and Ponyboy. I hate Darry. How could he do this to." I couldn't talk anymore. I just broke down and cried.
"Kaitlyn.do you really hate, Darry?"
"YES!"
"He didn't mean any harm. He thought it was for your own good. You should see him right now. He feels so guilty about you going crazy; he's going crazy. He's real sorry. Really sorry. So sorry that he is begging the doctors to let you out. He begged so much and explained why, that they finally agree to get you out for the better. You're going home, Kate!"
"Oh my God! No way! You gotta be shitting me." At those words I started feeling slightly better. I finally thought I would be able to get out of my world for good. I wouldn't be talking to my imaginary friend or myself anymore. I was finally going home.
"When?" I asked.
"Today! Right now."
"Oh my God!" I jumped up with happiness. "You here that, Betty? We're going home!"
"Who's Betty?"
"Oh yea, I forgot to introduce you two. Soda this is Betty, Betty this is Soda."
"Uh.Coke, there's no one there."
"I told you not to call me that here, and sure there's someone there. Can't you see her?"
"Coke, I really think you need to go home, now."
"Okay."
I then realized I must have been imagining again. Maybe being home would make me forget everything I found here.
We went home, and I hoped more than ever that everything would be all right now. I hoped that I would be okay after a while. I just kept hoping.