Post by Elena on Dec 3, 2018 4:40:30 GMT
It was so close.
Elena's psychiatric observation and treatment at Bridges to Recovery had been going well. The young woman's psychiatrist declared her fit to leave the facility on her own for the afternoon. This small freedom meant the world to Elena. It was exhausting and belittling, having a professional analyze every move she made and every word she said. Getting a day pass meant that she could finally exercise a little independence. She was finally granted the freedom to have some thoughts that belonged only to her. She could make a decision without guidance.
And that small freedom proved to be too much for her.
Elena sat in her wheelchair, frozen at a crosswalk, staring in horror at the rows of metal boxes that zoomed in both directions across the black strip of ground. The chaos seemed to be organized. The metal boxes stayed in their rows, and they seemed to obey the green, yellow, and red light boxes. But although the zooming would occasionally stop in one direction, Elena could not predict how long she would have before the light boxes changed their minds, and the direction of zooming changed once again. Once in a while, the people inside of the metal boxes stared at Elena questioningly, but they quickly returned to their own business. On one hand, Elena was glad that they seemed to mostly ignore the panicked look on her face, but at the same time, she almost wished that one of them would take pity on her and step out of their metal box to help. She cursed herself for wishing this, as it was a huge blow to whatever pride she still had.
Elena knew that her aide had successfully wheeled her past the zooming metal boxes before. If Elena remembered correctly, there was a button that commanded the zooming metal boxes to stop for a time. A signal was given when it was time to cross. Elena looked at the round yellow button at her left, but something kept her from pressing. Could she be sure that she had enough strength in her arms to wheel herself quickly enough? If she was too slow, would the zooming metal boxes wait, or would they shrug and zoom right into her?
The park was right there.
A tear fell down Elena's pale cheek. This was embarrassing. She presumed that crossing the black strip was something that humans of this planet did daily, yet it was too much for her. The simple task made her heart thump, made her sugar levels go down, made cold sweat build up on the back of her neck. Another tear made its way down Elena's cheek.
Elena's psychiatric observation and treatment at Bridges to Recovery had been going well. The young woman's psychiatrist declared her fit to leave the facility on her own for the afternoon. This small freedom meant the world to Elena. It was exhausting and belittling, having a professional analyze every move she made and every word she said. Getting a day pass meant that she could finally exercise a little independence. She was finally granted the freedom to have some thoughts that belonged only to her. She could make a decision without guidance.
And that small freedom proved to be too much for her.
Elena sat in her wheelchair, frozen at a crosswalk, staring in horror at the rows of metal boxes that zoomed in both directions across the black strip of ground. The chaos seemed to be organized. The metal boxes stayed in their rows, and they seemed to obey the green, yellow, and red light boxes. But although the zooming would occasionally stop in one direction, Elena could not predict how long she would have before the light boxes changed their minds, and the direction of zooming changed once again. Once in a while, the people inside of the metal boxes stared at Elena questioningly, but they quickly returned to their own business. On one hand, Elena was glad that they seemed to mostly ignore the panicked look on her face, but at the same time, she almost wished that one of them would take pity on her and step out of their metal box to help. She cursed herself for wishing this, as it was a huge blow to whatever pride she still had.
Elena knew that her aide had successfully wheeled her past the zooming metal boxes before. If Elena remembered correctly, there was a button that commanded the zooming metal boxes to stop for a time. A signal was given when it was time to cross. Elena looked at the round yellow button at her left, but something kept her from pressing. Could she be sure that she had enough strength in her arms to wheel herself quickly enough? If she was too slow, would the zooming metal boxes wait, or would they shrug and zoom right into her?
The park was right there.
A tear fell down Elena's pale cheek. This was embarrassing. She presumed that crossing the black strip was something that humans of this planet did daily, yet it was too much for her. The simple task made her heart thump, made her sugar levels go down, made cold sweat build up on the back of her neck. Another tear made its way down Elena's cheek.