Holden Sits in the Boring, Dirty, Cold, Asylum Silently, Waiting for Company. He Waits...Deep in Thought. He Is Thinking

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Holden sits in the boring, dirty, cold, asylum silently, waiting for company. He waits…deep in thought. He is thinking

“What’s next?”

And that’s the thing, no one knows, not even Holden himself knows. However he does want one thing, that one thing being Jane. Every day passes: Jane, the only thought. He misses playing checkers with her, the way she wouldn’t move her kings out the back row, he misses the way she always had her head buried in her books. Mainly he misses her long, soft, black hair, as dark and shiny as the night sky he is sitting and glaring at.

It is about 09:50pm so as usual, with the daily routine, a member of staff walks in,

“Lights out boy”

So as usual, with the daily routine Holden gets ready for bed. He lies awake for hours still in deep thought not knowing what’s next but eventually starts to slowly doze off. Little does he know, tomorrow is the day everything changes for him.

At 7:59am Holden awakes, he lies, eyes wide open staring at his clock watching the hand slowly make its way around the large face. All he hears is ‘tick…tock…tick…tock…tick… tock…’ over and over until the final tick when it hits the 12 and the clock reads 8:00am. The morning alarm sounds with a deafening ring around the whole building. His first thought is Jane. He has a phone in his room and thinks about giving her a buzz but, like always he is stuck between two worlds. He wants to do it but does not feel like doing it, so although he picks up the phone he just ends up placing it on the side and thinks “Maybe later…maybe tomorrow” He doesn’t know, he never will.

Holden gets up and puts on his full, snow-white top and trousers. Just as he goes to sit back down on the side of his bed, the same member of staff walks in again

“Breakfast time, get your sludge before someone else does.”

So as usual, with the daily routine he goes for his breakfast which consists of soggy, cold toast or gooey, thick, sour porridge. As Holden eats, he gags from the sour taste and gooey, thick, lumpy texture of the porridge. He goes back to his room feeling sick to the stomach. He runs into the bathroom and throws up the horrible food he has just eaten. After he starts to feel better, he lies back on his bed, he stares at the one dirty window, with no view. Except for the pure white snow on the windowsill. He thinks of how empty it is and how empty he is inside as well, he craves someone’s presence as he slowly falls deeper into the emotional abyss he is trapped inside. He is restricted to thoughts and feelings of rage, shame and guilt. He realises