During my internship at Wimbledon mental institution, my supervisor, Ruth, once taught me something. She told me that if I ever wanted to get to understand the people we treated, I should begin to imagine myself in those patients' brains. Of Course, her words were challenging but they've been with me ever since the day she taught me.

"To treat the lunatic, you have to become the lunatic"

At first, Ruth's words scared me a bit, because the thought about me trying to get into a mentally ill person's brain felt too intimate and realistic. But sooner I realized, that even if it would be almost impossible to do what she told me, it made sense.

I've learned before in psychology class and by experience, that if you want to understand a person better, you have to see through that person's perspective. That was one thing that really helped me to get over my mother's death.

I didn't know if I was ready for this, soon my life would start for real. I would have a job that I loved and fought hard for and hopefully a stable salary. The time was finally here for me after five long years, it just felt too real. But of course, I was ready.

I had already sent in a dozen of applications to different mental institutions around London, and the only thing I waited, for now, was an answer...

Me and my friend, Dolores, sat in my living room while we were drinking our afternoon coffee. Dolores was always fascinated about my choice of profession, the thought about treating a mentally ill person frightened her.

But still, she was so curious and always asked me about how it was working at a mental institute, while I had my internship. The subject would always come up when we hung out, which was at least three days a week.

Dolores took a sip from her cup of coffee. Her beautiful brown hair was hanging perfectly over her shoulders. I was always jealous of her beauty, her naturally blushed cheeks, her bright blue eyes, and her short, hourglass figure.

As I'm blonde myself, with pale skin contrasting my brown eyes and 5'8 feet tall with a slim figure, I sooner realized that I was the opposite of Dolores' features.

The brain is complicated, and it's a fact that we naturally want or envy things that we can't have. No one knows why, but it is scientifically proven. Meaning, if I would have had Dolores features, and she had mine, I would probably still be jealous of her looks, because that would be opposite to me...

In the middle of an uninteresting conversation, the telephone suddenly started to ring loudly and both me and Dolores jumped out of the couch out of reaction. My eyes got wide open and I looked at Dolores with a frightened expression wondering who would appear on the other side of the line.

My heart was beating so fast. It could be my future calling.

I ran over the living room floor to pick up the telephone which was standing in the hallway of my small apartment.

I picked up the heavy handset and placed it against my ear. I tried my best to settle myself to not sound too nervous. I had to show that I was confident and professional. I swallowed hard as I opened my mouth to answer.

"Beverly Frazier"

"Hello, Ms. Frazier, my name is Dorothy Schwartz and I am the head nurse at St: Nicolai psychiatric hospital. I read through your application and was satisfied by your high grades and earlier experiences at Wimbledon. If you would agree, I would like to meet you over an interview to talk more and to ask some further questions?"

My heart was almost pounding out of my chest and I smiled brightly for myself while I listened to the lady's words on the phone. I couldn't believe they called from St: Nicolai, they were one of the biggest institutions in England and I knew they had a lot of dangerous and aggressive internees in their wards.

Criminally insane people who had committed the worst kind of brutal crimes. So as far as I knew, they only employed people with many years of experience, but I guess I was wrong since Dorothy Schwartz just decided to call a newly graduated nurse up, to ask for an interview.

The nervousity was killing me but I managed to keep myself stable enough.

"Hello, Ms. Schwartz. I would very much like to meet with you for an interview. I am available whenever you wish"

"Good to hear. I am available tomorrow after lunch, at 12 pm if that would work out for you?"

The lady on the other line was friendly, but her voice was determined and she kept her words short and strict. It was not much of a surprising impression of a head nurse from an asylum.

"That sounds great!"

"Very well then, I will see you tomorrow at 12 pm"

"Yes. Thank you so much, Ms. Schwartz. Good day to you"

She was the first to hang up the phone and the second I placed my telephone back on the table, I began to move out of excitement. I walked to the living room where Dolores still sat with her eyes bigger than I had ever seen them before. I couldn't believe I already got an interview, I just sent out the applications the other day.

Dolores was waiting patiently for me to say something, I could tell from her extremely predictable expression and her big blue eyes.

"So, who was it, Beverly?" She shouted.

I laughed at her for being so impatient before I responded to her.

"Well... Head nurse Dorothy Schwartz, called from St: Nicolai psychiatric hospital and she asked for an interview"

I broke out of excitement in my fake seriousness and I began to laugh instead. Dolores was looking at me with excitement and the biggest smile formed her red painted lips.

"Oh, darling, that's just great!"

Dolores clapped her hands in reaction before she met me in a warm embracing hug. Her warmth made my heart beat a little slower and I tried to calm down from my nervosity.

"Just be yourself and they're going to fall for you within a second"

She looked into my eyes while speaking to me, still with the biggest smile covering her face.

She was the best person I knew. Seeing her be so happy for me really confirmed how good of a friend she was.

Suddenly I realized how realistic this was, and that this was really happening. This might be the start of my career? The only thing left now was just to make a good impression on ms. Schwartz tomorrow, and hopefully she would give me the job.