Today was my first день working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the рубашка was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the день ahead. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead, and palms. My vision was growing cloudy.
I hadn’t had a panic attack in years. Now they were back. No one could know, I didn’t want to have to be institutionalized again. And, I knew if someone found out, that is where I would end up.
I walked into the institution feeling like I was going to throw up. The front room was all white, a стол письменный, стол in the center of the hall. This was the same institution I’d stayed at, but only a week, and a half ago. If my stomach was tight before, it was about to burst now.
As I walked over to the brown desk, I spotted Deborah working on a chart. She glanced up as I neared the desk. Her eyes peering over her thick-framed glasses.
“Hey, Damien,” she сказал(-а) perkily. I immediately wanted to shoot myself. I was not in the mood for perky people.
“Hello, Deborah. How are you?” I asked. Although, I wasn’t in the mood for her perkiness, I still felt the need to be polite.
“I’m great. Are you, okay? Your appointment with Dr. Laveney isn’t until-”
“I’m not here for that,” I interrupted. Can a crazy man only walk into an asylum if he plans on being admitted?
“Oh, then what are Ты here for?” she asked, glancing at her charts.
“I’m working here now. Today is my first day,” I said, waiting for her reaction.
“Oh, are Ты the new psychologist?” Deborah raised an eyebrow. Her tone was almost sarcastic.
“Yes, I am,” I сказал(-а) sternly.
“Oh…well, uh, I thought Ты were only twenty-one. Ты haven’t had enough time to obtain a doctorate degree,” clearly she wasn’t as observant as I gave her credit for.
“I’ve studied, and experimented since I was seventeen. I did еще than any normal college student. I have done plenty to obtain the degree,” I said.
“Alright then. Here are your charts, and your office is down the hall, and to the right. If I’m not mistaken it’s number thirteen,” сказал(-а) Deborah. My сердце clenched, that used to be Dr. Anozi’s old office.
I nodded, and walked from the desk. The white walls lead me to a corner. Down the hall, from the corner, were brown doors. All the doors had Золото numbers on the front. I walked down to door thirteen.
I took a deep breath. This is where my time away from my room had been spent. Being in there would resurrect some memories I’d been trying to put to rest for the past week.
I opened the door. A big black chair sat behind a large, mahogany desk. Книги of neuroscience filled the shelves on the wall. I looked at the story of the cracks in the mahogany walls. I went around the desk, setting charts, and papers down. I pulled out the chair to sit. In the chair laid a single manila envelope.
I picked up the envelope. My name was scrawled on the back in black ink. It was Dr. Anozi’s hand writing. My stomach lurched. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. It was a silver half-heart, with a sapphire stone in the center. My birthstone.
I opened the locket, inside it said, ‘Even the craziest man, may have better morals than a sane one.’ I smiled to myself. That is what Dr. Anozi would tell me when I felt down.
I put the locket on, and sat down. He knew I would have this office. What a wise man he was. I opened up a middle drawer on the desk. Inside was a single slip of paper. I opened it up, it was also from Dr. Anozi. It was a letter.
Dear Damien,
I assume Ты have discovered the locket by now. As Ты see it’s only half. Another person has the other half. When Ты discover whom, wait five months. After the five months are up, both of Ты need to come to Russia; to your grandparent’s home.
Best wishes,
Dr. Anozi.
I looked up from the letter, to the wall. I sighed; he always wanted to make me work.
I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the день ahead. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead, and palms. My vision was growing cloudy.
I hadn’t had a panic attack in years. Now they were back. No one could know, I didn’t want to have to be institutionalized again. And, I knew if someone found out, that is where I would end up.
I walked into the institution feeling like I was going to throw up. The front room was all white, a стол письменный, стол in the center of the hall. This was the same institution I’d stayed at, but only a week, and a half ago. If my stomach was tight before, it was about to burst now.
As I walked over to the brown desk, I spotted Deborah working on a chart. She glanced up as I neared the desk. Her eyes peering over her thick-framed glasses.
“Hey, Damien,” she сказал(-а) perkily. I immediately wanted to shoot myself. I was not in the mood for perky people.
“Hello, Deborah. How are you?” I asked. Although, I wasn’t in the mood for her perkiness, I still felt the need to be polite.
“I’m great. Are you, okay? Your appointment with Dr. Laveney isn’t until-”
“I’m not here for that,” I interrupted. Can a crazy man only walk into an asylum if he plans on being admitted?
“Oh, then what are Ты here for?” she asked, glancing at her charts.
“I’m working here now. Today is my first day,” I said, waiting for her reaction.
“Oh, are Ты the new psychologist?” Deborah raised an eyebrow. Her tone was almost sarcastic.
“Yes, I am,” I сказал(-а) sternly.
“Oh…well, uh, I thought Ты were only twenty-one. Ты haven’t had enough time to obtain a doctorate degree,” clearly she wasn’t as observant as I gave her credit for.
“I’ve studied, and experimented since I was seventeen. I did еще than any normal college student. I have done plenty to obtain the degree,” I said.
“Alright then. Here are your charts, and your office is down the hall, and to the right. If I’m not mistaken it’s number thirteen,” сказал(-а) Deborah. My сердце clenched, that used to be Dr. Anozi’s old office.
I nodded, and walked from the desk. The white walls lead me to a corner. Down the hall, from the corner, were brown doors. All the doors had Золото numbers on the front. I walked down to door thirteen.
I took a deep breath. This is where my time away from my room had been spent. Being in there would resurrect some memories I’d been trying to put to rest for the past week.
I opened the door. A big black chair sat behind a large, mahogany desk. Книги of neuroscience filled the shelves on the wall. I looked at the story of the cracks in the mahogany walls. I went around the desk, setting charts, and papers down. I pulled out the chair to sit. In the chair laid a single manila envelope.
I picked up the envelope. My name was scrawled on the back in black ink. It was Dr. Anozi’s hand writing. My stomach lurched. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. I opened it up, and inside was a single locket. It was a silver half-heart, with a sapphire stone in the center. My birthstone.
I opened the locket, inside it said, ‘Even the craziest man, may have better morals than a sane one.’ I smiled to myself. That is what Dr. Anozi would tell me when I felt down.
I put the locket on, and sat down. He knew I would have this office. What a wise man he was. I opened up a middle drawer on the desk. Inside was a single slip of paper. I opened it up, it was also from Dr. Anozi. It was a letter.
Dear Damien,
I assume Ты have discovered the locket by now. As Ты see it’s only half. Another person has the other half. When Ты discover whom, wait five months. After the five months are up, both of Ты need to come to Russia; to your grandparent’s home.
Best wishes,
Dr. Anozi.
I looked up from the letter, to the wall. I sighed; he always wanted to make me work.
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom сказал(-а) quikly. fine all of Ты girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella сказал(-а) in a sing song voice. lets go сказал(-а) the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE амазонка
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an час k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
AT THE амазонка
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an час k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Любовь and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
Ты always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our оранжевый book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two оранжевый crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Ты left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Ты were in the оранжевый field in the sky
Ты always сказал(-а) was there.
The оранжевый of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Ты left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone оранжевый in the rainbow
Without Ты here
I protect my own
Though I wish Ты were here
Now оранжевый is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
оранжевый will forever be our color
Even though death took Ты away
Forever оранжевый for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Ты always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our оранжевый book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two оранжевый crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Ты left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Ты were in the оранжевый field in the sky
Ты always сказал(-а) was there.
The оранжевый of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Ты left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone оранжевый in the rainbow
Without Ты here
I protect my own
Though I wish Ты were here
Now оранжевый is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
оранжевый will forever be our color
Even though death took Ты away
Forever оранжевый for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a быстрый, стремительный, свифт dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Любовь and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a быстрый, стремительный, свифт dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Любовь and it’s people’s cries.