mental hospital | CMH

If someone is in your way, you just have to pretend you're worried about them. That's exactly what my stepmother did.
I'm a 21-year-old girl, short, with golden hair and a striking figure.
Five years after my mother passed away, my father found a new woman. Her name is Svetlana. From the very first days, she really didn't like the fact that I lived with my father. She asked me to move out many times, but I'm just an ordinary student and didn't see the need for it. So, she decided to pretend that my well-being deeply concerned her. She told my father that I was withdrawn, antisocial, and hinted in every possible way that it would be a good idea for me to spend some time in a hospital to get treatment. My father, acting out of the best of intentions, agreed, and Svetlana decided, "from the bottom of her heart," to take this burden upon herself. After making an arrangement with a contact of hers from a psychiatric hospital, she had me committed to a psych ward for an indefinite period. She showed my father a pile of fake documents about my "terrible condition" and forced him to sign papers for my treatment until full recovery.
And so, here I am, sitting in a ward. Alone. The door is locked, there are bars on the window, and almost all of my personal belongings were taken away. I have no connection to the outside world; there's only a clock on the wall, and even that seems to be running wrong. Every day there are medications and IV drips. What are they injecting into me? According to them, it's vitamins, but it's clearly not. I'm constantly drowsy, my head feels heavy, my hands have started to shake, and my vision seems to be failing—though I can't know for sure since they took my glasses too. The nurses here are very mean. They often stick the IV needles in just by guessing; "Does it hurt?!" "Just deal with it." If I don't wake up for lunch or dinner, it's not their problem. In these two weeks, I've lost a lot of weight—I could never lose weight like this before, so I guess that's some kind of plus. But now it feels like it doesn't even matter. The only ray of sunshine in this dark kingdom is Ruslan. A young male nurse, an intern. A tall, handsome guy with huge brown eyes. He sometimes sits with me when the nurses are busy with other things. He tells me the news, brings me treats, and just talks to me. If it weren't for him, I doubt I would have lasted. But his internship is ending soon...