Julius Walters reached about 5’11, with dark brown hair in contrast to his lime green eyes. His light caramel skin made him irresistible to girls. He has the body of a fitness trainer who wore a size eight shoe. He has a charming personality, a smile that would make anyone’s heart melt. He lives on the corner of Robinson Avenue and Parkinson Street, in a big house with quite extravagant interior and exterior designs. It was a nice quiet area, something for easy family living. Julius woke up abruptly to something that he thought was a noise. He rubbed his eyes and looked around his room. A dark mahogany door was the only thing that kept the world out. Portraits he painted were scattered all over the floor. His room was in much disarray. The navy blue paint on his walls were chipping off day by day but he refused to paint it back over. He got out of his bed and made his way towards the kitchen. He walked down the hall and glanced into his mother’s room. The bright pink room outshone every other room in that house. The bed was made but no one was there to lay in it. He felt a sudden chill go up his body. He slammed the door shut unable to bear looking at the only empty room in the big old house. He continued walking around the house while the wood floors creaked. He walked to the mailbox outside and took out everything thing. He sorted through the mail and put his on the kitchen counter and threw his mother’s mail with the pile that was building up on the side table outside of her room. He could not bear to be in the house anymore and he had the urge to go running. He put his running sneakers on and ran out the door, he had no definite destination but any place would be better than that house.
He hates hospitals with a passion, but because of the accident that he had earlier he was now sitting in the St. Mary’s Hospital waiting to be examined. It is kind of ironic that they took him to a hospital that was founded on the belief of God. The staff all has faith in the people to get better with their help. Julius on the other hand, is a boy who has lost all faith in the so-called “Almighty God”. So how can a boy that doesn’t even believe in God be brought into this hospital on a stretcher? They brought him into the hospital and sat him down in a room to begin checking his vitals. The doctor left the room and J.W picked up the stethoscope to look at it. He had walked into the hospital and looked so excited. It was the day that his mother finally got out ofProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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hemo treatment. She had a bacterial infection that turned into leukemia. After going through chemo and showing a great deal of improvement they were ready to release her. The nurses in the hospital wouldn’t let him stay overnight, with his mom. He came extra early so that his face would be the first face she saw when she woke up. He bought flowers and candy for her hoping that it would make her feel better. “I wonder if my mom is as happy to see me as I am to see her.” He walked up to the reception desk and asked the nurse what room his mother could be found in. The nurse looked at him with sorrow in her eyes “how do I tell him what happened last night, I thought the doctor said that they took care of this. The nurse looked him in the eye and told him what the doctors had not and she apologized so many times for the death of his mother. Julius yelled and shouted. He walked down the hall, with his eyes bloodshot red from crying, his fist clenched in tight and punched the wall. He walked into room that his mother’s body was kept in and broke everything in sight. He got out of the room and looked for the doctor who had performed the operation. “That bastard better still be here, how could he not save her.” Julius stormed the floor looking for the doctor and finally got to his office. “Hey you bastard, I trusted you with my mother’s life what the hell happened. How could you not call me?” The doctor shook his head in disappointment and said “I tried saving her Julius you have to believe me. You don’t know what took place last night.” “Of course I didn’t you didn’t even have the audacity to call me and tell me what was happening with my mother.” Julius replied. “I am so sorry for your lost Julius. Last night when you went home, your mother experienced a relapse. I have never seen a relapse like this before. I tried to stop the reactions that she was having but she was bleeding profoundly, it just wouldn’t stop. I didn’t believe it myself and couldn’t even try telling you anything.” Julius looked at the doctor with such anger and punched him in the face. Security came and carried him out of the hospital. Julius knew from then on that he was truly alone. He put the stethoscope back on the desk as the doctor walked back in the room. The doctor looked at Julius “I heard that he wasn’t doing so well with coping with the death of his mother. I need to test his mental stability and see if he is well enough to live in the outside world. J.W sat there and looked back at the doctor. “I know everyone thinks I'm crazy and now this doctor is looking at me like I’m crazy. He hasn’t seen crazy yet.” J.W was tested and the doctor suggested that he stay in the mental asylum and he has been there for months.
It was a frantic night at the hospital while patients rang the assistance bell, the nurses and doctors were preoccupied trying to control J.W whom was kicking the people that were trying to get him to stay in his straight jacket. Julius Walters was stuck in this hospital because he tested positive to mental retaliation, he was tired of this. Julius hated this hospital for what it did to him, it made him think he was crazy, he wanted to get out right there and then. J.W came up with a plan, “I’m going to escape whether they think I will or not.” Kicking and screaming was his plan in this desperate attempt to get out. Frantically he kicked and screamed, and kicked and screamed, he was done being confined, all of this trouble because of the way he answered certain questions, “It’s the system that’s messed up not me.” He ran into the stairwell thinking that he had finally escaped. He pushed the emergency door open and sprinted off. He ended up by his old house; he gazed inside the window and saw a family that resembled the family he once had. They were sitting down watching movies and laughing. He started crying. “I have no idea who I am anymore, I loved the life I lived and now it seems as if everything is crumbling. I have no place to call home because anything that was close to home was lost a long time ago. I messed my life up.” In all the commotion that went on for the night and the amount of drugs that he took in he passed out in the yard. Hours later he awoke to a familiar setting, an IV was in his arm and he could hear the sound of the E.K.G machine. “We pumped his stomach just in time, but it’s obvious that he can’t be released.” J.W, heard from a blurry figure. So much for an escape to a new life.
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