The clouds outside her barred window were dark. The room cold as an icebox. She was supposed to be released soon. At least thats what they told her. She really had no sense of time in this place. Day turned to night and night to day. It had been so long she lost track of how many had passed. Nurses came and went but never did Misha leave her room.
She heard her door lock click, and the squeal of it opening pierced her ears. She turned her head to see a male nurse dressed in all white come in with a small plastic cup and a plastic cup of water. "Time for your meds, Girl." The male spoke harshly. He wore an annoyed look on his face.
Misha simply stared at the small cup in his hand. She hated the medicine they shoved down her throat. They kept telling her she was crazy, but she wasnt. And she hated feeling so helpless when she took those meds.
The man looked did not look amused by her stares. "If you want out of here you best take your meds. Otherwise you'll be stuck in this hellish place even longer."
She quitely reached out her hand for the cup of pills. Once handed to her she quickly poured them into her mouth and took the cup of water drinking them down. She shoved both cups back at the man and looked to the window again. "There."
The man shook his head in annoyance and walked out of the room, clicking the lock behind him. "Three more days." Came his muffled shout from the other side of the door. She soon heard his foot steps walking away. A small smile crossed her face. Soon. Soon this place would be behind her. How she missed being outside these damp walls.