This English Essay Is a Piece of Shit

Place- The smell hits you the moment the glass doors shut, and the security guard steps back to his spot. It smells like hospital gowns and saltwater tears. There are hints of greasy hair and rubber tourniquet's. The happy calm feeling that the commercials give fade along with the mint green 1940s paint and the bears on your hospital gown. You feel locked in. All the doors are shut behind you, and all the time there are people watching you. You can't sleep, bathe, brush your teeth, or watch TV without a camera pointed at you. The sweet nurse will talk slow and happy and say it is to make sure no one hurts you, but her voice is as fake as her hair. She keeps pushing you down in the little bed that you can barely roll over in, and she tells you to be calm. How would a rabbit react if you dragged it and put it in a pen with no other rabbits? It squeals and screeches, while it claws and runs. Eventually it runs out of energy and will die. You see those rabbits in the halls when you are moved. They are starving in mint colored beds, only looking. They look at anything that moves like they want to. Some rabbits don't run out of energy. You will see them too. They are strapped to boards, but the straps are always hidden under mint colors. They yell and they cry, and they do anything they can to get someone to help them leave. No one leaves. The security guards are always there, the nurses and cameras too. You may get out to go home, but you can't leave. Everyone at home gives you the same mint nurse look after you have gone. They treat you like she does, like you are something to be pitied. They watch you like the cameras, and wont let you leave like the security guards.

Person-His hair is most important in his features. It is black and glossy looking. He doesn't style it, because there is no point to anything in the hospital. It springs upwards like a gymnast when he wakes up, and stays there. It reminds you of a 60's greaser look, but you won't say it, he doesn't like compliments. He moves fast and almost jittery, like a rabbit. He speaks a northern accent with a southern speed to it, but his lips look like they are saying more words. His eyes never point anywhere. For a few seconds he might make eye contact, but it is only the physical kind. His eyes won't focus on yours, they will just be pointed there, and then they will dart to a corner, a speck of air dust, or a spot of color on the mint sheet. He always is amazed by the sparkles of the rich-boyfriend-nurse's earrings. You always talk about how you hate it there, and he always brings up how he can't stand the nurses. You gossip about them to play pretend that you are still in school. He laughs and his cheeks shape, but he never smiles and neither do you. His skin is pulled taught, but only over a thinned frame. His bones are angular and pointed everywhere. You never knew about his family or his problem that got him locked up, but he never knew yours.

Action- He was tall,