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The Ward Part 1
By Bruce Leach
I had known Anne since I was 4 years old. We lived a few
houses apart in one of those neighborhoods in the suburbs
that had once been filled with young families but had aged
into older couples through the years. It was only natural
we became friends, there was no other kids within blocks of
us.
I still remember that first day we met. My Dad had just
moved the family to a quiet little suburb of Toronto to
take a high paying job in the city. My Mother, always the
perfect little homemaker, obsessed about every tiny detail
of the new home; leaving very little time for me. I had no
brothers and sisters to play with so I was feeling very
lonely. My toys had still not arrived at the new house so I
went out and sat on a swing set that stood out in the yard
when along she came.
Anne was not very tall but she was a real ball of energy.
As a kid she always had a glint of mischief in her eye and
a smile that made you feel that you were the canary in
front of the cat.
"You mind if I swing?" She said.
At this point I was lonely enough to have accepted Genghis
Khan as a playmate so I invited her aboard despite some
nagging part of my brain that said 'Look Out!'
"Sure."
"I knew that swing meant a kid was comin' but I kinda hoped
you were a girl."
"Sorry. All boy."
She smiled, "Don't worry you'll do."
"You're the first kid I seen 'round here."
"No kids, only old farts in this street."
This only confirmed what I suspected. Dad didn't even think
of me when he chose a house.
"So what are we supposed to do for fun?" I asked.
She got that evil grin again, "You really wanna find out
what I do for fun? You're not a chicken are ya?"
I knew a challenge when I heard one. "No way. Show me."
She smiled, took my hand, and led me off to a nearby back
yard. We walked back to an old tool shed and she took out a
can of paint and some brushes. Black paint.
"We need to paint Mr. Evans shed." she announced.
"You paint a shed for fun?" This sounded kind of weird to
me, "It sounds more like work."
"Trust me."
I shrugged and started painting. It did turn out to be lots
of fun, at least at first. We painted all kinds of fun
shapes on the shed and even got silly and started to paint
each other. Before long I knew we were going to be good
friends. Unfortunately, my Mom was not very happy about the
paint all over my clothes, and that was not the worst of my
problems. It seems Mr. Evans had not expected to come home
and find his tool shed painted with funky black designs and
he sort of hit the roof. I was grounded for weeks.
But that was Anne.
It turned out that wasn't the last time she would get me in
trouble. She was always doing something that would cause
grief to someone and I usually got dragged along. I was
grounded more often than I was free until the time I was a
teenager but I would not have missed it for the world. Anne
was just irresistible to be around.
We didn't just get into trouble all the time either. We
would often just get together and talk for hours about
everything. Neither of us could talk to our parents. Mine
were distant; Dad always worked and Mom took care of the
house and was always out doing volunteer work. Anne had it
worse though. Her Dad was an alcoholic who got pretty mean
with his temper and her Mom; well her Mom just wasn't quite
right in the head if you know whit I mean. All we had was
each other.
We stayed the closest of friends until high school and then
things started to drift apart. I was a much better student
than Anne was so I ended up in all different classes than
she did and we rarely got a chance to talk. This wasn't the
only problem however. Anne's consistently reckless behavior
got even worse in high school. She was into drugs, got into
fights, and was pretty much the first girl I knew to be
having sex. Childhood pranks were fine with me but this was
stuff I just wouldn't get involved in. I always tried to be
there for Anne when things got really bad but our lives
were just drifting apart.
I didn't find out what happened to Anne until I came home
from college that first summer. It seemed that someone had
found her wandering down the middle of the street talking
to herself and she had been put in the local hospital. The
doctors there had said she was in a schizophrenic episode
and put her on some heavy pills. I tried to visit her that
summer but she would barely talk and that twinkle just
wasn't in her eye anymore. I felt guilty going back to
college with her that way but I did not know what else to
do.
Over the next few years I tried to visit her every time I
was home from school. She got out of the hospital sometimes
but always seemed to bounce right back in. It was hard to
see her that way and she would always make a scene of
hugging me and telling me I was her only friend. I felt
tremendous guilt ever time I left the hospital but I had my
own life to lead.
I moved away from town after college and got a job as a
high school teacher. I married a girl I had met in
teacher's college and sort of lost track of Anne. I had the
life I had always wanted and kind of forgot her in all the
excitement. I felt pretty bad about it when I thought of
her but I just mostly didn't. Then one day I got a letter
from her asking me to come down and visit. She said she
needed my help. That's how I come to be here now... at the
ward.
The old stone building was an imposing sight. It was three
stories high and took up most of a city block. The old red
brick was in state of serious disrepair and it was hard to
imagine a more dreary location. Naturally some jerk in
government decided this would be the perfect location to
house the mentally ill.
I walked in the doors and was assaulted by just how
lifeless the whole place seemed. There were no plants, no
art on the walls, no friendly receptions; just one sour
looking nurse sitting behind an old desk in front of a
locked door.
"Can I help you sir?" the nurse asked in her best monotone.
"I am here to see Anne Potter."
She flipped through her notes, "Ward G5." She pressed a
buzzer and the door opened.
I moved as quickly as I could down the hall to find the
ward. I knew I had to come when Anne wrote but I didn't
really want to spend any longer than I had too. I knew from
visiting in the past that these places were not the funest
places to be in. It's not like you see in the movies with
lunatics screaming and running the halls but there was a
palpable feeling of hopelessness in the air that I wanted
no part of.
I had to have another nurse buzz me in when I arrived at
G5; which the sign proudly declared the 'Chronic Care Ward'
as if to hammer home the patients status as without a
future. The nurse led me to Anne's room and I was shocked
by what I saw. The pretty but troubled girl I knew in high
school was gone, only to be replaced by a gaunt face and
empty stare. She was only 35 but looked at least 10-15
years older. At least she brightened up a bit when she saw
my face. With some effort she got up and gave me a hug.
"Nick! I was afraid you wouldn't come."
I tried to smile, "Would I ignore my best girlfriend? No
way. I came as soon as I got the letter."
"I am so glad you did. I have missed you so much." She
hugged tighter. "How are you anyway?"
"Not bad. How are you doing? You said you needed my
help..."
She frowned, "I don't want to get into that just yet, I
want to visit." She took my arm. "You can stay for a bit
can't you?"
I tried to say no but I just couldn't. The look on her face
was like a lost puppy dog. "Of course I can."
"Great! Let me show you around." She leaned in and
whispered. "I have been hiding my medication instead of
taking it in case you showed up. I wanted to have enough
energy to visit and that stuff just kills me. You won't
tell will you?"
"No I won't tell."
She whispered again, "You are my best friend aren't you?"
"Of course." I replied wearily.
"Cool!" she yelled, and we were off on the tour.
"This is where we do the laundry." Anne said as I tried to
pay attention.
She had taken me through the entire ward and explained
every minute detail of her life there as if it mattered.
She even introduced me to all the patients and nurse and
told me details about them, like "This nurse is very strict
about bed time." and "This patient screams in the night
sometimes." It was hard to feign interest but I suppose
this was all very important to her now.
I finally began to get impatient. "So what was it that you
wanted anyway? The reason for the letter, I mean."
"Oh that. Come on back to my room and I will explain." She
grabbed my arm and led me back.
She looked at me intently. It was an unnerving, penetrating
glance. "You are my best friend aren't you?"
"I told you earlier that I was. I meant it Anne."
She continued, "You would do anything you could to help me
wouldn't you?"
"Of course, you don't have to ask that."
She stared at me again. "Will you pray with me then?"
I was somewhat taken aback by this. I had never known Anne
to be religious and I wasn't really that pious myself.
"If that's what you want Anne, sure."
"Thank you, I don't know how I will repay you." She
motioned me down to my knees and we knelt together beside
her bed.
"Please repeat everything I say Nick." She bowed her head
and started praying. "Oh lord we ask your mercy."
She looked back at me. I stuttered, "Oh lord we ask your
mercy."
"We come before you as soul mates and friends."
"We come before you as soul mates and friends." This was
weird. Now I know how Kissinger must have felt with Nixon.
"All that we have we offer to each other."
"All that we have we offer to each other."
"Eternally."
"Eternally."
"Amen."
"Amen."
Anne made the sign of the cross and muttered some strange
words that I couldn't understand. Suddenly the whole world
began to spin. I didn't know what hit me and I blacked out.
Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night from a
fever or illness and felt that everything about you was
wrong? Waking up was kind of like that. Everything felt
sore and wrong and out of place. It took me a second to
realize that I was still in Anne's room on the ward as my
mind seemed to be moving in all directions.
Suddenly I heard a masculine voice. "Thank you Nick, I
won't every forget this."
I looked up and saw that the voice was coming from the face
I see in the mirror every morning. Only this time I wasn't
talking to a mirror. Something was badly wrong.
"It might take you a bit to adjust but I know you can
handle it or I wouldn't have asked you." She continued. "I
hope you remember everything I showed you because I want to
get off and start my new life."
Then it hit me. I looked down at my body and realized that
somehow, impossibly, I was Anne. I wondered if maybe I was
just going crazy but this body felt wrong in a way that was
unmistakable. I could not have dreamt these feelings in my
head.
"How? Why?" I stuttered in a voice that wasn't mine.
"Our prayers have been answered. There was a guy here on
the ward a while back that knew all kinds of mystic mumbo
jumbo. He would talk of spells and stuff but no one would
believe him but me. He used the magic to get out of here
but as a gift for believing him he taught me this spell
before he went."
"You have to change us back. Reverse the spell." I pled.
"You can't change your mind now. I have to go. You have a
job I need to get back to. You have a doctor visit in a
little bit anyway."
She got up and began to walk out the door. I stood in
shock. This could not be happening but somehow it was! It
took me a second to recover and then I ran out after her.
"Wait, please!"
She came over to where I was and whispered, "Don't make a
scene, you'll end up in the quiet room."
"But..."
"Don't worry ANNE, I will try to visit you again."
She walked out to the door and the nurse buzzed it open.
This was my last chance; I could not let her go. I ran to
the door but the nurse blocked my way.
"Calm down Anne."
I was nearly hysterical as the door clicked shut and I saw
my old body wave goodbye.
"You have to open the door. I can't let her leave. I am not
supposed to be here."
The nurse smiled patronizingly, "You know you don't have
hospital privileges right now Anne. Why don't you go to
your room?" I didn't see the orderly move up behind me as I
struggled to get by the nurse
"No!" I screamed.
Suddenly the orderly grabbed me from behind and the nurse
motioned toward a room over by the nurses' station.
"I think you need some quiet time Anne. Your guest seems to
have got you excited."
The orderly took me inside the padded gray room and shut
the door. The click of the lock at the door hit me with a
wave of despair and I blacked out again.
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