The Institute by Oscar Wager II

Author:Oscar Wager II
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, psychological, reality, virtual, asylum, institute, mental hospital
Publisher: Oscar Wager II

Davey’s Room

Two bells wake me up. I am in my bed in the institute. I was dreaming about that night Dad caught me smoking pot. Boy could I use a toke right now.

I walk to the cafeteria and they are serving pancakes. It’s Sunday. I’m relieved by that. It feels like I’ve lived through a month of Saturdays to get here.

I get my breakfast and look for a place to sit. I find an empty table and sit. I can’t deal with people right now.

I eat breakfast and go back to my room. “If today’s Sunday, I missed Dad’s visit yesterday,” I think. I notice an open book on the bookshelf. I don’t remember the book. I walk over, pick it up, and look at the title. Wrinkles in Time by George Smoot. I heard about this book but I never read it. Where did it come from?

I sit down and start reading on the page where it is open. This is all familiar, but I still don’t remember reading it. Did I see Dad yesterday and not remember it? Could I have started reading the book if he brought it to me? I am getting confused again.

I see a shadow coming from the door and I turn around. Nurse Betty is coming into my room. I say, “What are you doing here? You don’t normally work on Sunday. I know it’s Sunday because we had pancakes for breakfast.”

She looks nervous and she doesn’t speak right away. Then she says, “I’m covering for someone. She called out sick today. Are you okay? You don’t look good.”

“I’ve been having dreams that I keep waking up on the same day. I don’t do the same thing each day but it felt like I woke up on Saturday the past four days. I think I need to see the doctor,” I say.

“Would you like to see Dr. Jenkins tomorrow? Or would you like to see the doctor that is here today?” she asks.

“I guess it can wait until tomorrow. I just hope I don’t keep waking up on Sunday,” I say.

She says, “I’ll talk to Dr. Jenkins tomorrow and let her know you need to see her as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, Nurse Betty. I’m so glad you are working today. I needed to see a friendly face.”

“I’m glad I can help. I’m leaving soon. I will see you tomorrow,” she says.

She walks out the door. I run out to tell her how much I appreciate her helping me feel better but she is gone. She couldn’t have left the hall outside my room that fast.

I go back into my room and throw the chair at the wall. I turn my bed over. I pick up the frame and start hitting the floor with it. It breaks and I cut my hand on the jagged metal. I take the piece of metal and start hitting the window. There is chicken wire in the glass so it doesn’t break. I am just chipping away at the glass.

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