Daily Writing Practice's yearlong prompt tradition began in 2013 when I introduced you to Mejaran.
It continued in 2014 when Greg brought us to Vancouver Irrealis.
2015 saw me invite you to visit The Colony.
It's 2016 and the tradition must continue. So, for only the second time in this blog's 7.5 year history, the words below are not Mine. They are Morganna's.
Without further ado, I'll allow her to introduce us to the House of Mercy.
Julie sat at the tiny table in the tiny apartment kitchen and held the knife to her wrist. She admired the silvery blade gleaming against her skin. She imagined slicing downward, watching the warm, red blood well out until she passed out and died. She pressed down. The apartment door opened and her roommate came in.
"Julie!" screamed her roommate, Anne. Anne ran into the kitchen, grabbed the knife from Julie, and stared at her, panting. "That's it! That's the second time this week. I'm checking you into the mental hospital."
Julie stared at her dully. Things were changing.
Anne ran into Julie's bedroom and grabbed an overnight bag. She quickly threw a week's worth of clothing in, along with Julie's toothbrush. She zipped it closed and ran back to the kitchen. She grabbed her friend's arm.
"Come on. You're getting in the car." Julie did not resist as Anne led her out of the apartment and into her car.
When they reached House of Mercy Psychiatric Hospital on the other side of town Julie nodded at everything Anne said, signed when told to sign, and was soon bundled off to a room for an extended stay.
Anne hesitated at the front desk. "She will be all right, won't she?" she asked the front desk clerk.
The clerk looked up. "Of course she will, honey. Now, we'll give you a call in a few weeks when she's ready to go home. Until then, you don't need to worry about a thing. We'll take good care of your friend."
Anne nodded and went out to her car, glancing behind her as she went. She knew this was the right thing to do, but somehow something didn't feel right.
The next morning, Julie woke up in a bright, white hospital room with sunlight pouring in. She smiled and stretched before she remembered what she was doing there. Before she could worry about the wreck of her plans, the door opened. A breakfast tray came through the opening, carried by a giant lizard in a white coat. "Here's your breakfast, sweetie," croaked the lizard.
Julie gasped. "You're a lizard! I can't eat breakfast brought by a giant lizard."
The lizard glared at her. "I'm not a lizard! Now eat your breakfast."