Creative Writing: My Writing On Insanity

Creative writing: Achievement standard 2.4
Title: Insanity
Statement of intent:
This piece was influenced by my feelings and thoughts on mental illness and how society deals with it. The piece itself is a metaphor of looking beyond a person’s appearance and what they are truly dealing with inside. I have experienced the effects of a mental illness and how it effects your daily routine. The perspective is a doctor who is working with a mentally sick patient and has to tell her she is making no progress in improving her mental state. The setting is influenced by past mental health institutions, which have been in terrible conditions and there are many stories of patients who have released information of the conditions of mental health institutions.
In this case, I am not going into something beautiful, ancient, historical and glorious. I am entering the complete opposite. As I turn the corner I see the guard standing in front of the vault door, I am tempted to turn back, to run far away from this place, but yet again I cannot escape the thoughts that haunt me. That haunts her. I come to a stop in front of the guard and show my doctors pass. He grabs his keys with a sigh of despair, I can tell his questioning of me being here and why I want to provoke that demon inside of her. The vault door opens, with much force, there her door stood, like a giant standing over me. I see the wood still freshly split, as last time she broke the door down, wanting to escape this horrific place. But yet again her thoughts would still follow her. I grasp the cold, silver handle and open her door. The vivid memory of last time greets me at the door. The walls cave in and is water dribbling down the walls, mould grew in the corners of the ceiling. Wallpaper is peeled off the walls and you can see the other wallpaper from centuries ago starting to be revealed again. The bed sits there, relaxed, as it isn’t restraining her from going completely mad. You would be surprised of the conditions in here, patients are treated with no respect and are faced with horrible circumstances, both physical and emotional. I have tried my best to tell the head board, but no one will listen. They say that they deserve it. But no one deserves to be tortured by their own mind and by people that are considered ‘normal’. I turn my head and there she is, sitting on an old chair that looks as if it will collapse any second. Her head turns sharply at the sound of the floor boards creaking, she looked into my eyes and all hope that she has grasped, disappears. She starts to shake, agony and despair can be seen in her eyes vividly. She starts to twiddle with