Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Inside an Institution
March 23rd, 2004
Violet's P.O.V.
Three days. Three fucking days. Three of the longest fucking days in my life. I've been under special observation since that day. Slowly my memory has inched it's way into place. I can remember snips of recent events. One memory is burned into my brain, I was a fucking stripper. What the hell was I thinking?
No one has visited. Not even Aunt Linda, although, I know it is because, she is a very busy woman. Frank won't even answer my phone calls. I can actually walk now without nearly killing myself. I guess that's a plus, or at least the doctor thinks so and has since made the decision to release me today but, I can't leave without a fucking ride. I'm on a lot of pain medication so, I can't drive. And with my "Psychotic background" hospital staff cannot legally discharge me without consent of my "guardian". You'd think I was a child.
I sat up in bed and glanced at the old fashioned clock sitting on the table beside me. 9:15 A.M. I sighed and stretched my legs out before slinging them over the side of my bed. Slowly I made my way to the shower. As I always do when I shower now, I tugged my gown up to my bellybutton and looked intently at the scar covering my stomach and hip. The memories of that night flooded my brain, the drinking, the car, the screeching tires.
ring ring
The phone jolted me out of my thoughts. I nearly dived across the room to answer it.
"Hello?", I asked.
"Violet, sweetie, this is Aunt Linda.", She replied very sleepily.
"oh, hey. Are you going to be able to pick me up today? The doctor has decided I can go home."
"That's great, honey. I will be there in an hour or so."
"Thanks Aunt Linda."
"No need to thank me, sweetie."
"I love you."
"Love you too, bye."
The phone line went dead and I hit the call button. My regular nurse walked in, and as usual, had a smile on her face.
"What did you need, darlin'?", she asked.
"um, my aunt will be here soon so I was wondering if we could go ahead and get the forms and everything ready."
"Sure, just let me call the doctor."
I nodded as she walked out into the hallway. I looked around the room taking it all in, the porcelain walls, the outdated television and the more than ancient clock. Deep down I hope this is the last hospital visit I will ever have.
Soon Aunt Linda had arrived, we filled out all the paperwork, got my medicine and were on our way. I had missed her warm voice. A voice that could make you feel at home.
When we finally got to the house I headed straight for my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Oh how I had missed the soft covers and most of all the fact that I didn't feel like I was sleeping on a pile of bricks. I heard footsteps outside my door. And a knock on my door. I slowly opened the door to be face to face with him.
"Gee, what are you doing here?", I asked awkwardly.
"Vi, we have to talk."
I nodded understanding what he meant. We sat down on my bed and faced each other, just like we used to.
"Explain.", he said sharply.
"Gee, if I can be completely honest for one second...", I paused and he nodded,"I haven't regained all of my memory yet. It's almost like I am reliving the last ten years of my life, only out of order."
"Look, it was wrong of me to treat you the way I did. Do you remember me staying the night with you at the hospital?"
I sighed, the truth was I didn't.
His head dropped.
I grabbed his hand and he looked up at me. An for an instant, nothing else mattered. I finally spoke.
"I promise, when I do remember, we will talk. I will tell you everything, ok?"
"Ok.", an awkward silence erupted in the room, "So, we leave for our tour in a few months."
"Really? Gee, I am so proud of you, I know I can't remember a whole lot right now but, I do remember this being one of your dreams, and I am happy for you."
A smile stretched it's way across his face. And then something over came me. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. At first, he didn't react. I started to pull away when he forced his lips back onto mine. I needed to feel him. Every inch of his warmth.
Slowly he started massaging my tongue with his and I let out a quiet moan. He pushed my back to the bed gently and I began pulling at his shirt. He finally obliged and threw it off. He pulled the side string to the gown I was still wearing and pulled it off me completely.
Before I knew it we were both staring into each others eyes, completely naked. Completely exposed. He leaned down and kissed me softly before asking:
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"It's more than okay, Gee."
He smiled and lined his self up with me, he pushed. And suddenly he had filled me. I moaned as he started thrusting slowly. It began to quicken, and before we knew it, we collapsed. Sweating and ragged breathing.
He glanced down at my stomach with a hurt look on his face.
"Gee, I'm sor-"
He leaned down and placed small kisses on my scar. A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Violet, scars make you beautiful.", He whispered.
Violet's P.O.V.
Three days. Three fucking days. Three of the longest fucking days in my life. I've been under special observation since that day. Slowly my memory has inched it's way into place. I can remember snips of recent events. One memory is burned into my brain, I was a fucking stripper. What the hell was I thinking?
No one has visited. Not even Aunt Linda, although, I know it is because, she is a very busy woman. Frank won't even answer my phone calls. I can actually walk now without nearly killing myself. I guess that's a plus, or at least the doctor thinks so and has since made the decision to release me today but, I can't leave without a fucking ride. I'm on a lot of pain medication so, I can't drive. And with my "Psychotic background" hospital staff cannot legally discharge me without consent of my "guardian". You'd think I was a child.
I sat up in bed and glanced at the old fashioned clock sitting on the table beside me. 9:15 A.M. I sighed and stretched my legs out before slinging them over the side of my bed. Slowly I made my way to the shower. As I always do when I shower now, I tugged my gown up to my bellybutton and looked intently at the scar covering my stomach and hip. The memories of that night flooded my brain, the drinking, the car, the screeching tires.
ring ring
The phone jolted me out of my thoughts. I nearly dived across the room to answer it.
"Hello?", I asked.
"Violet, sweetie, this is Aunt Linda.", She replied very sleepily.
"oh, hey. Are you going to be able to pick me up today? The doctor has decided I can go home."
"That's great, honey. I will be there in an hour or so."
"Thanks Aunt Linda."
"No need to thank me, sweetie."
"I love you."
"Love you too, bye."
The phone line went dead and I hit the call button. My regular nurse walked in, and as usual, had a smile on her face.
"What did you need, darlin'?", she asked.
"um, my aunt will be here soon so I was wondering if we could go ahead and get the forms and everything ready."
"Sure, just let me call the doctor."
I nodded as she walked out into the hallway. I looked around the room taking it all in, the porcelain walls, the outdated television and the more than ancient clock. Deep down I hope this is the last hospital visit I will ever have.
Soon Aunt Linda had arrived, we filled out all the paperwork, got my medicine and were on our way. I had missed her warm voice. A voice that could make you feel at home.
When we finally got to the house I headed straight for my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Oh how I had missed the soft covers and most of all the fact that I didn't feel like I was sleeping on a pile of bricks. I heard footsteps outside my door. And a knock on my door. I slowly opened the door to be face to face with him.
"Gee, what are you doing here?", I asked awkwardly.
"Vi, we have to talk."
I nodded understanding what he meant. We sat down on my bed and faced each other, just like we used to.
"Explain.", he said sharply.
"Gee, if I can be completely honest for one second...", I paused and he nodded,"I haven't regained all of my memory yet. It's almost like I am reliving the last ten years of my life, only out of order."
"Look, it was wrong of me to treat you the way I did. Do you remember me staying the night with you at the hospital?"
I sighed, the truth was I didn't.
His head dropped.
I grabbed his hand and he looked up at me. An for an instant, nothing else mattered. I finally spoke.
"I promise, when I do remember, we will talk. I will tell you everything, ok?"
"Ok.", an awkward silence erupted in the room, "So, we leave for our tour in a few months."
"Really? Gee, I am so proud of you, I know I can't remember a whole lot right now but, I do remember this being one of your dreams, and I am happy for you."
A smile stretched it's way across his face. And then something over came me. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. At first, he didn't react. I started to pull away when he forced his lips back onto mine. I needed to feel him. Every inch of his warmth.
Slowly he started massaging my tongue with his and I let out a quiet moan. He pushed my back to the bed gently and I began pulling at his shirt. He finally obliged and threw it off. He pulled the side string to the gown I was still wearing and pulled it off me completely.
Before I knew it we were both staring into each others eyes, completely naked. Completely exposed. He leaned down and kissed me softly before asking:
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"It's more than okay, Gee."
He smiled and lined his self up with me, he pushed. And suddenly he had filled me. I moaned as he started thrusting slowly. It began to quicken, and before we knew it, we collapsed. Sweating and ragged breathing.
He glanced down at my stomach with a hurt look on his face.
"Gee, I'm sor-"
He leaned down and placed small kisses on my scar. A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Violet, scars make you beautiful.", He whispered.
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