Lizzie was scared. She had been dragged away from her home and now was being stuck in this strange new place. The government man brought her to the desk. The nurse their looked mean.
"I have a patient for you," said the government man. "This is Lizzie Bright. She is with the other feeble-mind's from Malaga Island."
"I am not feeble-minded." Lizzie yelled.
"The state of Maine decided you are!" yelled the government man. He pushed Lizzie over to the nurse and walked out. Lizzie fought against the nurses grip, but the woman was too strong for her. Finally, exhausted Lizzie let the nurse drag her up to her room.
The nurse pushed Lizzie into the room.
"You stay here. All meals are down stairs in the cafeteria. Breakfast is at 8, lunch at noon and dinner at 6. At 2 O'clock every day you will be let outside for a supervised walk. After you eat everyday you will wash the dishes. At 10 everyday you will meet with the doctor for therapy. All other times will be spent in your room. If you act up we will have you tied to the bed and you will not be able to leave." After saying all this the nurse slammed the door, locked it and walked back down stairs.
Lizzie ran to the door and pounded on it. She was crying her eyes out.
"Turner! Turner! Turner come help me." she cried.
Then, worn out from the day Lizzie flopped down on the bed and cried. Life seemed over. She sagged into a depression. She did not even complain when the nurse stormed into the room and tied her to the bed.
The next few days went by in a haze. She was escorted to every meal, but she never ate. She cleaned every plate without noticing her body was acting without her mind. She met with the doctor but said nothing. She did not even move when she was brought outside. Every night she went to bed hoping to die. On the fourth night of her stay at Pownal Lizzie Bright got her wish.
She was buried in a grave with the rest of the residents of Malaga Island. Now in Heaven she was finally home. Home with her family, home with the sea, home, happy and waiting for the day Turner would join her on the other side of the Pearly Gates.
"I have a patient for you," said the government man. "This is Lizzie Bright. She is with the other feeble-mind's from Malaga Island."
"I am not feeble-minded." Lizzie yelled.
"The state of Maine decided you are!" yelled the government man. He pushed Lizzie over to the nurse and walked out. Lizzie fought against the nurses grip, but the woman was too strong for her. Finally, exhausted Lizzie let the nurse drag her up to her room.
The nurse pushed Lizzie into the room.
"You stay here. All meals are down stairs in the cafeteria. Breakfast is at 8, lunch at noon and dinner at 6. At 2 O'clock every day you will be let outside for a supervised walk. After you eat everyday you will wash the dishes. At 10 everyday you will meet with the doctor for therapy. All other times will be spent in your room. If you act up we will have you tied to the bed and you will not be able to leave." After saying all this the nurse slammed the door, locked it and walked back down stairs.
Lizzie ran to the door and pounded on it. She was crying her eyes out.
"Turner! Turner! Turner come help me." she cried.
Then, worn out from the day Lizzie flopped down on the bed and cried. Life seemed over. She sagged into a depression. She did not even complain when the nurse stormed into the room and tied her to the bed.
The next few days went by in a haze. She was escorted to every meal, but she never ate. She cleaned every plate without noticing her body was acting without her mind. She met with the doctor but said nothing. She did not even move when she was brought outside. Every night she went to bed hoping to die. On the fourth night of her stay at Pownal Lizzie Bright got her wish.
She was buried in a grave with the rest of the residents of Malaga Island. Now in Heaven she was finally home. Home with her family, home with the sea, home, happy and waiting for the day Turner would join her on the other side of the Pearly Gates.
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