*Once the feeling of isolation settles inside you it seems impossible to become more alone.
This keeps walking Jenna’s mind in circles. It is a fair internal struggle (heightened on this occasion by her environment - she is currently sitting in the cone of directional light emitted by a small reading lamp positioned above the desk in the corner of a large (otherwise dark) enclosed room).
Maybe to someone else there are degrees of isolation. But Jenna is an all or nothing kind of girl. You’re isolated or not. You’re happy or not. You’re ready or you’re not. There is no grey area.
The blue glow of two large TV monitors split into 9 sections each are what keep her from getting lost completely in her own mind. She’s got to keep an eye on the 18 scenes deemed important by the management of The N. Welc Mental Hospital. It’s funny that there has never been something going on in all 18 of the monitors at the same time. It’s been close a few times. Excitedly she would stare at the monitors, seeing all 18 at once, hoping they would all be filled. One night there was something happening on 16 of the 18. Sitting straight up in her chair she hoped, even imagined what it would feel like to have the empty 2 fill.
“Come on – just fucking go to the shower! You smell and you know it. Damn-it. Take a god-damn shower. It’s just down the hall, walk there you lazy bastard…”
She knew they couldn’t hear her (no one could hear her through the bullet-proof glass completely surrounding the monitor room, let alone into the resident’s ward) But the monitor room was conducive to talking aloud. And Jenna was predisposed to talking to her self.
“Make a left, come on. Just lef… nooooo.”
But 16 out of 18 was the closest she has come.
This keeps walking Jenna’s mind in circles. It is a fair internal struggle (heightened on this occasion by her environment - she is currently sitting in the cone of directional light emitted by a small reading lamp positioned above the desk in the corner of a large (otherwise dark) enclosed room).
Maybe to someone else there are degrees of isolation. But Jenna is an all or nothing kind of girl. You’re isolated or not. You’re happy or not. You’re ready or you’re not. There is no grey area.
The blue glow of two large TV monitors split into 9 sections each are what keep her from getting lost completely in her own mind. She’s got to keep an eye on the 18 scenes deemed important by the management of The N. Welc Mental Hospital. It’s funny that there has never been something going on in all 18 of the monitors at the same time. It’s been close a few times. Excitedly she would stare at the monitors, seeing all 18 at once, hoping they would all be filled. One night there was something happening on 16 of the 18. Sitting straight up in her chair she hoped, even imagined what it would feel like to have the empty 2 fill.
“Come on – just fucking go to the shower! You smell and you know it. Damn-it. Take a god-damn shower. It’s just down the hall, walk there you lazy bastard…”
She knew they couldn’t hear her (no one could hear her through the bullet-proof glass completely surrounding the monitor room, let alone into the resident’s ward) But the monitor room was conducive to talking aloud. And Jenna was predisposed to talking to her self.
“Make a left, come on. Just lef… nooooo.”
But 16 out of 18 was the closest she has come.
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