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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 4:52 pm
It's the colorless picture
In a heart shaped frame
The silhouette of a dough eyed girl
Who at one point had a name
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Once you had been in places like this long enough, they all tended to meld together and look the same; white halls after white halls, all clean and prim and proper, as if they were expecting someone to come and visit, or to care enough about the person that they had thrown in there. Meticulous and drab, every god damn hospital was the same. But this one, well, this one was most certainly different for some reason. Maybe it was the Old Testament kind of thing surrounding the large bricked walls on the outside. Or the nurses in their old school candy-striper-without-the-stripes outfits with the fake smiles and the cheery atmosphere. Everyone knew that as soon as you entered those big double doors and signed your name, it was nose to the grind stone and you were stuck there forever. It was like jail, only this prison was worse. It screwed with your mind, made you think you were sicker than you were when you went in there. Yes, Appleton Asylum was definitely unlike any other place she had visited in the past three years. See, everyone’s stories start differently—well, maybe not everyone’s, but the majority of them do—but they all end up in the same place. Tied and tangled and shoved in the same cooped up s**t hole and made to strive for something better. Paige’s story started, well, ever since elementary school. Moving from her home in sunny Scotland to drab old America, Paige was different than other kids. There was a lot of things that made this fact so. But the thing she was picked on most about at first was her accent. Moving to America when she was eleven, she was sent to sixth grade. Losing all her friends in the process and forced to make new ones. It started with terms like, “You sound funny.” And “Go back to where ever the heck you came from. We don’t want you here!”
But Paige, she was the kind of kid who was happy and sweet no matter what you did to make her feel like she was less than everyone. She dealt with the damage. Living her days out in quiet bliss. The fact that she had no real friends never bothered her much. She knew she could stand up for herself, and she didn’t care what people said about her country or her silly accent. It wasn’t until she was going into high school that the bullies decided to take another approach on the situation and attack her looks instead. To her mother and father, Paige was a picture of beauty. A soft skinned little girl with wavy blonde hair and large green-blue eyes, short and a little stocky but what could you do? She wasn’t big, nor was she small; she was simply a little plump around the edges. It had never bothered her until that one boy had started it all. Telling her to get her “fat a** out of his way.” She started to wonder about herself. Think that maybe she wasn’t the beautiful little angel her parents made her out to be. And again, it wasn’t until other people started to follow his example, noticing that it really got to her, than she started to do what she did. They called it Bulimia Nervosa; an eating disorder. It was supposedly typical of every teenage girl to go through something akin to this. Feeling self conscious because they can’t get a date or something stupid like that, they would go on extreme diets. Strain their bodies and stuff them full of food that they couldn’t handle, resulting in profuse and excess vomiting. Sometimes the uses of laxatives were involved and other times extreme exercise and work out routines. A lot of the time, people don’t notice until it’s too late.
Because of the harsh ways her fellow students expressed their opinions towards her shape, Paige became a bit of an introvert, she knew it was true. Her parents started to take notice and eventually, sent her to a therapist. Therapy was, to her, nothing but a joke. She liked to give people the benefit of the doubt most of the time, but when it came to people who thought they knew everything about you based on books, she hated them. She hated doctors, therapists; know it all jerks who could take you from perfectly healthy and sane one second, to being strapped to a gurney getting tube fed because “You’re not eating properly”. Truth be told, she felt it made her worse. Every time she looked in the mirror because of the therapists, she saw herself as a completely different person. She was being forced to see herself as beautiful, because everyone was—but all she saw was a monster. She felt disgusted with herself. And the worse things got over the years, the worse the therapy got, the more concerned her parents were. Like was stated earlier, everything just kind of melds in together. It all started to look the same. It was the same routine with different people. And each time she would feel worse about herself. It got so bad, that her parents had to send her away.
Away from them. From the life she thought she had control of.
And that leads us up to now. Sitting in the back of a car with nothing but a suit case on her lap holding nothing but a few shreds of half decent clothing, Paige was being sent off to some mental institute. The therapist had said that it would cure her of all her problems, and soon, she would be free to live the life of a normal happy teenager. She had just barely graduated high school, the stress was gone—or so she had thought. But still, she looked at herself with hate in her eyes. Even the ugliest of all people was prettier than her. She was nothing but the scum under everyone’s shoes. But she would never show how she felt to other people. She was just self conscious to an extreme. To her, she was right; there was nothing wrong with her. To them, she was wrong and was being sent to the crazy bin because she couldn’t look at herself without hurling all over the place. God forbid she has a sense of what she should look like. It didn’t help with all the crappy magazines and television adds that did nothing but make her look all the more worse. The blonde hadn’t noticed she had dozed off until the man driving the car opened the door for her and she slumped over; falling slightly. If it hadn’t have been for the seatbelt, ten bucks says she would have been an undignified heap on the ground.
“U-Uhmm..” she was cut off immediately by those nurses. Of course she would be overly pretty, with a fake smile and slimed to perfection. “Hello Miss. McPhee; welcome to Appleton Asylum. Please, follow me.” The man in the car held the door open for her until she had undone her seat belt and followed along side the nurse. She smiled at the older woman and held out her hand to shake. “Hello to you too. You can jut call me Paige if you want to, I mean—” again she was cut off by the nurse. Completely ignoring her as she walked through the large doors and spoke directly to her. “When we get to the changing rooms, please leave your things behind. You won’t be needing them seeing as you’ll be wearing what the hospital regulates.” Paige dropped her hand and stayed quiet, lugging the suit case behind her slowly. Truthfully, she would be glad to leave it behind. There was nothing in there that was of much, if any, importance to her so it wouldn’t be a problem. All it was was heavy. Though it did confuse her, seeing as she was told to being nothing but clothes with her. Why couldn’t she keep them? Maybe they needed to search through her baggage to make sure there was nothing against regulation in there.
She walked into the room where she was directed too, up two flights of stairs and all the way at the bottom of the hall. Glancing around and seeing a pair of clothes folded neatly on top of a single bed, the sheets were clean and white. She walked over and looked them over, dropping her suit case next to the bed and lifting up the soft material. Her name was inscribed into breast of the shirt. The fabric was almost a pale blue color. Maybe cornflower or robins egg blue. It wasn’t rich enough to be a sky blue after all. She quickly changed out of her clothes and into the ones provided for her. She felt exposed and uncomfortable in them. They weren’t tight, nor were they loose, but either way she felt like everyone would be looking at her. Judging her. The nurse came in swiftly before she could say she was finished. Gathering up the clothes she had been wearing from the floor and moving towards her bag, picking that up also. After handing Paige some of those weird little paper slippers and waiting for her to take off her shoes she took them as well. The blonde waited for a minute, hearing the door slam behind the nurse without so much as a good bye. She could already tell this place was going to be a drag. Sitting on her bed for a moment, she looked down at her feet. Already she didn’t like this outfit. The pants were far too short, and the shoes did nothing to help cushion the cold or the hardness of the stone floor beneath her feet. She discarded them slowly. Testing out her toes on the cool surface before stepping on it fully and standing to her full height in the room.
There was a locker in the corner, a light but no light switch which to her, seemed like a moot point, everything seemed either too gray, or too white. There was no colour in the room other than the outfit she had been forced to wear, and she herself. Which was saying something seeing as she had always been a little on the pale side. With her feet now bare, she padded towards the door to her ‘room’ and opened it rather shyly. Peeking around the corner before stepping out into this brand new world. A world where you couldn’t see over the walls without dying a little inside because you couldn’t cross over there. As a “danger to society” they were all locked away like animals…like criminals. Paige walked the halls with hard, deliberate steps. She was afraid to see who might lurk here, what they might think of her. She didn’t want to be called names again—didn’t want this to be like high school where she couldn’t take a step without feeling like her whole body was jiggling, the people around her laughing and mocking her. Of course it was a figment of her imagination most likely, at least, that’s what the doctors said. But she knew it wasn’t true. They were all laughing. Maybe not out loud, but they were still laughing.
Keeping her eyes on her bare feet, she barely noticed when she had stumbled across a small gathering of teens and young adults. All looking to be at least in their late teens. Her heart jumped into her throat and she fiddled with her blonde hair nervously. But Paige decided something right there. If she didn’t want to be made fun of anymore, if she didn’t want to be sick anymore and make friends, then she had to buck up and be someone that she had always wanted to be. Stepping through the doorway, she made her entrance to the group. A soft smile plastered on her face, although in this place, it seemed that most the smiles you got were fake and plastic, she hoped that no one would think of hers like that. She was genuine, always had been. She loved people, but they hated here. It really did suck something fierce. “Hi everyone,” Waving a bit, she shuffled her weight, one foot to the next, distributing it is evenly as she could manage. “My names Paige McPhee, it’s nice to meet all of you. I hope we can be good friends.” The slight Scottish lilt still showing through in her voice, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, at times it still peeked through.
And there she went, making a fool out of herself. Blue-green eyes looked around at the faces in the room nervously.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 4:55 pm
Then, a voice spoke up and I turned my head to see another guy standing there with a grin on his face. Kiddies? Did this guy really think of us as kids? Then again he looked to be either nineteen or twenty. None the less, I was going to be nice and greet him back. I watched though as another girl came in after the guy named Drew, a blonde haired girl who seemed actually rather nice. She introduced herself as Paige - pretty name. "Hello." I said with a smile, staying near Natalia.
Suddenly the door opened and one of the nurses walked in, glancing around the room. "Hello everyone, I just want to inform you that once everyone is here we will be holding a group therapy. For now though you all behave." She said before she left once again.
God these nurses were creepy and strict! I stood there before I looked over at an empty wall to see another ghost standing there. This time it was a boy that looked to be about the same age as me, maybe older. He too was wearing a paper gown and his hair a dirty blonde. He looked at me and I could clearly see the bags under his eyes. I then looked to see his neck was all wrapped in bandages and his arms were covered in bruises. I wanted to ask the boy why he was here; I could see he wanted to tell me something. However, if I started talking to ghosts with people in the room, they might see me as crazy and right now I was trying to look sane.
"Don't trust them. They're demons in disguise!" The boy said, looking at me from the wall before he suddenly reappeared in front of me. Now that he was right in front of me, I could see how bloodshot his green eyes were and I could see that on the spots were the bruises were on his arms were small holes, as if a needle had pierced his skin.
I remember seeing something like that before and I looked back at the boy. His eyes were pained and yet angry for some reason. Then, he was gone. I stood there for a second trying to process what the boy had said and also keeping his appearance stored in my mind. It seemed like more and more ghosts were popping up.
I looked back at Natalia before I looked at everyone else in the room. Without a word I moved to one of the couches, sitting there and I rubbed my temples with my fingers. God I was getting such a headache from this.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 5:30 pm
εℓιנαн яαy εvαηs All I need is a bitter s o n g
To m a k e me better
Much b e t t e r
When I was a little boy I used have a small Jack-in-the-Box toy that my aunt had given me. She traveled a lot for business and likes to bring me little tokens back. But this toy was always my favourite. It was simple to use and played a short nursery tune while I would crank the lever. The best part about it was she had gotten my name carved in it so no one at school could have the same one. I had a one of a kind toy, and it made me a little cocky but extremely happy. So what if my big head started to make the other kids annoyed and not hang out with me as much. Big whooping doo. As long as my aunt would visit me, I didn't need anybody else. The day I turned twelve I waited impatiently by the front door in my home, jack-in-the-box in my lap, looking out to the drive way for my aunt's green Volkswagen Beetle. I wouldn't move for anything, just waiting for her to drive up and greet me with her glowing smile then hug me like she'd never let go. Hours passed until the phone rang and my mother answered it. I desperately wish I could forget that moment when my mother turned to me with a few tears and told me my aunt was dead. And how? By the thing she used the most, airplanes. Her flight had crashed and had set fire, leaving almost no one alive. After that, I didn't trust anyone or anything but myself. If I couldn't trust my aunt to live for me, what was I to suspect from other people. At the time it was irrational and over the top but, I had no self control over myself. I even was afraid of my Jack-in-the-box being attached to her.
After dealing with my moodiness for a few years, my parents got me a therapist to sort out all these 'letting go' issues I was supposedly having. Therapy was a complete and utter bust. The man would just try and pick at my brain every session to figure out how I was feeling and continuously repeating how he was trying to help me. All I could see was the money grubbing look in his eyes every time he had an appointment booked. Thanks to that idiot, I realized there wasn't even a point in speaking anymore. I hated everyone so why give them my voice? So they could understand me? Hell no. I could live without it. My therapist really didn't like that idea though. I swear his face turned completely sour when I didn't answer him. Just like the Jack-in-the-box, I cranked him until he jumped. He physically jumped on me, putting his big dirty hands on me. I didn't wait to find out what he was going to do, kicking him off me as much as I could and running out of there like a bullet. Too bad for me, my parents and I were called in the next day. After giving me a one over with his dark eyes, he suggested with force in his voice that I be spending my time better at Appleton. An insane asylum.
With few goodbyes I was in front of the buildings doors in less than twenty-four hours. Real nice parents I have. They decided to go on vacation so I wouldn't call be able to call until I was settled. Hawaii or some warm place that was the complete opposite of Appleton. The moment I walked in the front hall I could feel a heaviness that I hadn't felt since I last played with my favourite toy. The nurses were to chipper and my scrubs were a pale yellow that looked sour on my thin frame. Until I hadn't even realized how much of I girl I looked like. Hair a little long, body like a stick and a babyface. My actual voice was soft after so little speaking but still rang out in the lower range. But just barely. Yet no one would ever know I had ever said anything after the torture they put me through. The doctors were all two faced, nice on the outside but hell hounds on the inside. I remember my first night like it was a moment ago. A doctor came into my quarters around midnight and locked the door behind him. He had shaken me awake then proceeded to taunt me. He called me worthless, stupid, faggy and even a little girl with venom in his voice. After the emotional pain, he asked me to speak. He demanded I tell him he was hurting me. When I didn't respond, he punched me in the gut. One fist throw turned into ten which turned into full out abuse. By sunrise I was bloody and bruised with tired vocal chords from screaming for help.
Since then I've been in this hell hole just waiting for someone to set me free. A knight in shining armor if you please. That was the one upside to coming here, I found out I like boys and girls. I always thought I was just gonna die alone and have no need to looking into relationships. But here, I've been ******** a few times and aside from the part were is was against my will, it wasn't incredibly terrible. With it being compared to being heavily beaten, I choose rape in a heart beat. At least I'm useful to somebody. Dammit, just being in this place warps your mind. It also has ruined my voice. I can talk but ******** you if you think I'm going to let them realize that. Just so they can beat me twice a day versus every once in a while.
As I lay in my bed, holding tightly to my pillow, one of the chipper nurses enter my room. "Its time to get up and about, we have some fresh faces for you to meet then have group therapy together!" The woman smiled at me with so much sweetness I was getting a toothache just staring at her. With a silent sigh, I nodded and slumped of the mattress, slipping my feet into the papery house shoes. Walking out of the room always gives me a chill, as if something wanted me to stay. Resisting the urge, the nurse brought me to the social little group huddled around the couch. Oh great, more people to avoid later. I stared at them all for a good minute before the nurse squeezed my shoulder where a bruise was hiding, then introduced me. "This is Elijah. He can't speak but, he is very happy to meet all of you." This woman was full of s**t and I'm sure every one in the room has picked up on it. I raised my hand, giving them a little wave so that the nurse could feel accomplished and hopefully leave him alone. Thankfully she walked away, but not without giving the swollen spot another squeeze. ******** my life.
[[ooc: I'm probably NOT going to do first person for the next post. Its a pain really.]]
Get b a c k
You'll n e v e r see daylight
If I'm not s t r o n g
It j u s t might
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:44 pm
N a t a l i a SOLOMON  It was overwhelming really. So many people in one place! They all seemed to friendly? Although, Natalia was achieving many vibes and she could feel herself moving in and out, tasting every emotion. There was a slice of friendliness, an eager cockiness, a mush of fear, and a tinge of annoyance. She seemed to register it all. It was unusual. Natalia felt everything else being pushed aside however when one person spoke with her. "Hello." She had said. Gwen broke into a sunny smile, eying her name tag. Her name was Madison Wright, although she had already told her. "Hello, and thank you. I like the name Madison." Natalia repeated, her head nodding slightly as she took in the other characters. Her eyes returned to Madison. Natalia always admired red heads. They were seemingly such a rare case these days. However, there were two right here! She didn't know the other girl's name and couldn't really read her name tag in the poorly lit lobby. She gave another look around. This was all of them? Amazing. She almost felt 'safe'. Which was stupid because they were a bunch of a strangers. The only person she didn't exactly feel for was the Drew guy. He seemed to be the one that sent the cockiness her way. And she even felt it in her own ego. Maybe she was crazy. Natalia followed with her eyes to the girl who arrived, announcing that her name was Paige.
She felt her heart leap, everything being replaced by fear, as the nurse arrived. How random! And creepy. Apparently this nurse has a knack for suspense. Natalia wished she and her creepy smile would just fall over. Natalia noticed Madison make her way over to the couch, but before she followed she saw the nurse bring in another character. A boy, who had the feel of innocence, and sadness, but he was a little pissed off at the nurse. She didn't have to 'feel' his emotions to see that. It was just the way his body seemed to go ridged when she touched him. Or maybe it was a sensitive area. Natalia smiled, overjoyed once again. She waved at him and then joined Madison on the couch. Now that everyone was here, Natalia really had the urge to ask, 'Why is everyone here' but she didn't, because it would have probably have been rude. She would find out sooner or later right? Maybe that's what the therapy was for. Actually, Natalia wasn't sure she really cared because she was just happy to have actual people. Visitors were rare for her at home, as well as socializing. She felt so elated that she wanted to throw a party. But then worry set in. What if they were all insane? So far, if she had to choose, Natalia felt like she could befriend Paige, Madison and the quiet guy, Elijah. The rest...the rest she may have to adjust too.
Just to past the mere seconds, Natalia decided to mentally document these people. She eyed Madison first since she seemed so friendly in the beginning. Natalia hoped she didn't think she was weird so far. Her thoughts were pretty vague, and more like a summary of what she liked about these people.
Madison...Madi? Hum...she seems so nice, but her atmosphere gives this really weird, eerie feeling. Like she's bothered by something. I love her hair, its such a beautiful fiery color compared to my droopy, onyx. How lucky. She doesn't seem to be crazy...
Paige Mchphee, interesting character. Pretty pale skin as well. Although she seems kinda nervous. What's there to be nervous about? This was so cool...all these new people, no longer being alone...right? But she's willing.
Drew... no thoughts on him except he's pretty bad boyish type. And he's appealing, although I don't really like his attitude. Like he has a mysterious secret or something. He looks the oldest. But why did he call everyone kiddies? We aren't that much younger then him right?
GAH! Who's that guy? With the flame...
Natalia shuddered again. Why was he playing with that thing? Fire wasn't her favorite element obviously. But somehow, it still attracted to her, she almost couldn't pull her eyes away.
Pierce.. I think that's his name? He looks cute... Although, that'd be weird if I told him that...
That other girl, I finally caught her name. Senna...she has that amazing auburn color. I wasn't here when she said anything, but she looks so tired...my gosh someone give her a pillow and a blanket. Does she ever sleep? But she has such a doll-like face...
And last but not least...Elijah. I wonder why he is so quiet...he kind of reminds me of myself in school, except he seems like he could be friendly. I wonder if he knows sign language or something...
Well, those moments were over. Now filed away somewhere in Natalia's screwed up brain. So what now? Was everyone going to sit here in this awkward silence...she surely hoped not. But she didn't have the courage to be outgoing right now. Maybe she would have to use some of that ego Mr. Drew had and use it to her advantage. Although that's a pretty silly way to think about her emotions. The doctors had given her a pill to help fix them, but really she doesn't feel better, just worse. Maybe its gets worse before it gets better... Queen DENISE
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:11 pm
 I nodded as Madison introduced herself. She seemed nice enough but there had to be a reason why she was here. Everyone had a reason why society would want them to be hidden from the view of the public. They were a freak or an embarrassment; an ugly scar on something that used to be perfection. I snap out of my sour thoughts as I hear the door open behind me and someone yelling. Turning, I only see one person but he's talking to someone that I couldn't see. Sure, it was weird but I wasn't going to open my mouth to say anything to him lest he snap on me and do something terrible. I've been wary of men every since that incident. He didn't look so dangerous but then again, neither did Katie's killer.
The boy wandered over and, after criticizing another disembodied voice, introduced himself as Pierce. He was cute, I have to admit but I'm not here looking for romance. I just want to get a good night's sleep. My green eyes flick tot he door again, another dark haired boy coming in. He didn't bother introducing himself to the rest of us. Fine then. He looked like he could be an a*****e anyway. It seemed like people were waiting in line to come into the room with how I couldn't even look away without someone else showing up. The next person that came in was a beautiful girl. She looked as scared as I felt on the inside and I watched her with a blank expression as she came over. It was the only look I could really muster at the moment. I had better get used to this place. I had a feeling that I was going to be roaming the halls a lot tonight. Whenever my anxiety grew, so did my insomnia.
I listened Madison as she introduced herself to Natalia. When she turned her blue eyed gaze to me, I gave her a small smile. Next was a boy, or rather, man by the looks of him came in. He gave his hellos and it was obvious that he was very confident in himself. He had this aura that was very attractive but I was steal put off by something about him. "Senna," I offered politely. After watching the scene with the police officer, I was sure as hell that I didn't want to be left alone with him. I take a step away from him as his eyes watch me closely. I don't like being studied like I'm some kind of science experiment. I have trouble sleeping and that's all. Yet another person entered the room. Just how many more people were going to show up? I don't think I could remember all their names if they weren't sewn onto their outfits. Paige was a cute girl and her accent was to die for. When I was little, I had dreams of traveling all over the world. But not anymore. I tell her my name with a smile. Maybe I could be friends with this girl.
The sharp clicking of heels catches my attention and soon a nurse brings a boy to our circle. I listen as she explains him a little and watch her as she leaves. I look to the boy. It seems like he's plotting something or has some kind of secret he's hiding. Of course, if he can't talk I have no way of finding out what it is. Finally turning back to my first acquaintance, I notice that Madison had moved over to the couch. Drew was still too close for comfort so I took another step away from him. I really hope he doesn't notice. I would hate to be that someone that he turned his attention to.
//ooc: this is my last post like this. i'm just used to third person even though this is kinda fun//
๓เรร ☆ เภร๏๓ภเค
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:32 pm
 Pierce stood there as a wave load of people joined the little group of three. There was Paige and Drew, Elijah and Natalia, and of course Madison and Senna. Then there was that guy who just ignored everyone else. He was too busy playing with his lighter to be bothered so Pierce was going to ignore him as well. His eyes took in the faces of everyone that had arrived. Elijah he knew from before and he knew the secret that the boy was hiding. He promised not to tell and played along with the 'mute' boy. Drew looked like a cocky a*****e but everyone else seemed scared and unsure of what to do next so they grouped together for safety. "I'd like to get a piece of that Natalia girl. Man, she has one fine--" "Do you have to be such a pervert?!" Oops...did I say that outloud? Pierce looked and gave an embarrassed smile. This was why he didn't socialize with anyone. He always blurted things out and then got strange looks to the point where he just gave up and left. Right now this was one of those points.
Sighing, he left the group and went to sit on the couch across from the tv. It didn't show anything he wanted to watch so he usually just turned it on to the static. Sometimes the white noise helped drown out the voices, the annoying, lewd voices especially. Slouching down in his seat, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the short silence. "You should watch your back." Pierce squeezed his eyes shut. The voice always forewarned of danger and when he did something to prevent it, something worse always happened to him. Last time, he ended up on the roof of a building and falling off. The only reason he hadn't died was because a car windshield had broken his fall. "You know they think you're crazy. You don't have a friend here anymore. Maybe you should...kill them." Pierce groaned. "I know. I know they hate me, call me a freak. I am crazy.
Maybe he should go outside. Outside where the air was cool and fresh. He could at least talk to himself out there without anyone giving him sympathetic looks because they didn't understand. They couldn't hear them. No one could. No one else had to put up with this crap, no one else lost sleep because his walls and bed talked to him, convincing him to turn on doctors and patients alike. He was starting to think the voices were right. xx xx
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:59 pm
I watched as he moved to the couch, turning the T.V. on which just had static. It looked like Pierce was trying to drown out the ghost by using the white noise. I had tried that before, but it doesn't help when you can see them too. This ghost was being an a**, telling Pierce he needed to watch his back. The way he said it though wasn't like the other two ghosts that told me to watch myself. My mouth nearly dropped when I heard the ghost say that everyone in this room thought Pierce was crazy and that he has no friends. None the less he was trying to make Pierce kill them! To top it off Pierce was buying it.
That's it! I'm not sitting here and listening to this crap! Quickly I got up from my seat, walking over and taking a seat next to Pierce where the ghost was sitting. I watched as the ghost got up and looked at me. "Whoa there red! What's you're problem?"
"My problem is listening to you put lies in his head." I whispered, my head turned to look at Pierce but my blue eyes looking at the ghost.
"Whoa! You can hear me too?"
"Not only can I hear you but I can see you and trust me, you're not that attractive enough to get any girl in this room." I snapped in a whisper.
"Ouch, that hurts! Fine then, be a freak b***h!"
I looked to see the ghost disappeared and I placed my hand on Pierce's lap. "You okay? Listen, I don't hate you and I don't think you're crazy. I'm telling you this because I can hear them too." I whispered, trying to make sure nobody else heard me.
It was hard trying to be sane when ghosts were always popping about. None the less I put the pieces together. Pierce could hear the ghosts like me. I wondered though if he could see them too? Still, I kept my hand on his lap and smiled at him warmly.
If Pierce did have the same ability as me, I was happy to know I wasn't the only one that could heard them. Still, I wondered how long he had this ability. Obviously he was still having trouble with blocking them out, and honestly I knew how that was. Trying to block out a ghost was like trying to walk through a wall; impossible.
Still, I wanted Pierce to know the ghost was lying, and that people didn't hate him. I knew how that felt too. I wanted Pierce to know he had at least one friend here.
[[ Lol, not many people are comfortable with first person xD ]]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:47 am
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Lowering the flame from the lighter down Bailey placed it over a string that he had found hanging from the leg of his pants. He watched as the string frayed and wither down until it was no longer there. Bailey only glanced up for a second from the flames when the others arrived listening to them all introduce themselves.It was none of their business who he was he wouldn't be there long and so introduction would be pointless to go through he didn't even bother looking at the one that said one of the people couldn't speak. Bailey had not heard the others name as he continued to singe the strings that hung off the scrubs that he wore. When he couldn't find any more a frown crossed on his face, he needed more to burn. He was bored and the others, which he now took the time to look at seemed boring. All but the older male, which upon closer examination Bailey found had a string hanging off of the crotch of the scrubs. For a few minutes all the raven haired pyro could only stare at the string. Unnoticeable to Bailey his leg started to move up and down rapidly and his tongue ran over his lip ring.
Getting up Bailey stepped over the others that had gathered at the couch and headed right on up to the male..Drew maybe? Without a word of warning he stuck the zippo right under the string not taking much care that his hand had brushed across the front of Drew's pants. Once the string was gone he flipped the top of the Zippo down over the flame. and studied to uniform closely looking for more strings on Drew, the girls could get rid of their own strings. Once Bailey was satisfied he smiled at Drew. "The name is Bailey, by the way" he said with an obviously flirtatious wink. The raven haired pyro was openly gay, he had never been afraid to admit it after he had came out of the closet. That was that. If he found someone he was attracted to he would flirt with them, if the other turned out to be straight he would apologize for his advances and leave them be and move on to someone else. Bailey flicked the zippo open nervously, he was social but at the same time he wasn't.
Being in asylum made Bailey unsocial, these people were here for a reason. And though some might not be insane, like himself. Others were and those type of people, Bailey knew to dangerous and unpredictable. Those two things he rather not mess with. Which was odd considering people might say that fire was also dangerous and unpredictable. That of course was only true if the person that was playing with it did not know how to handle fire with the respect and care that it needed.
[ooc] crap, rap, crap -.- I am sorry Bailey's being uncooperative. This was the best I could come up with.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 3:41 pm
Pierce listened to the little conversation between Madison and the ghost. When the ghost left, pierce sent a sideways glance in her direction as she tried to comfort him. He wasn't in the mood for someone to pretend to be his friend, to pretend to care. It didn't quite click in his head that she actually could hear that damn ghost but he was too busy being irate. "You don't have to lie," he said, picking up her hand like it was a dirty sock and putting it on her own leg. "I don't need or want your sympathy. Just mind your own ******** business." He stared daggers at the girl with a scowl on his face. He didn't care if she could hear or see ghosts. He just wanted silence and to be left alone. The only good thing the girl did was make that ghost leave.
Getting up from the couch, he turned toward the girl before his hazel eyes moved to look at the rest of the people in the room who were know staring at him because he had said those things rather loudly. Trying to kill the girl with his eyes, he turned to leave the room. He didn't want his issues brought to everyone's attention, didn't want everyone giving him pitiful looks whenever they saw him. He just wanted to take his medicine and get better so he could get on with his life and leave this place. Pierce left Madison sitting on the couch and the rest of them staring holes into his back. There was only one place he felt at ease and that was his room. The voices didn't start until the sun went down and if he went outside, he would be followed by voices of people asking him to find their body because they wanted to wake up now. It was interesting though when they thought he was the dead one. How could you not know if you were dead?
//ooc: sorry it so short and horrible. i have to leave for work in 5 min.//xxxx
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:28 pm
Senna watched with blank eyes as Pierce left the group and Madison followed. It seemed like Madison had already staked her claim on the boy. Turning her eyes back to the group, she noticed Bailey burning loose strings off people's uniforms. She quickly looked over hers and moved over to stand by Natalia. The was cute and with her pale skin and dark wavy hair, she reminded Senna of a porcelain doll. Maybe she would look into becoming closer with the girl, although she doubted the girl was a lesbian herself. She probably had no trouble getting guys to do what she asked.
Taking Madison's seat on the couch, put her as far away from Drew, Bailey and Elijah as she could be without leaving the room entirely. She had plenty of time to do that tonight. The group was quiet now except for the clicking sound of Bailey's lighter and the static from the tv Pierce left on. Senna looked around the room nervously. She didn't like it when things got too quiet. You never knew what might happen.
Turning her sights on Elijah, Senna wondered what had happened that kept the boy from speaking. Was it a defect at birth? Was it trauma? Was he pretending? Elijah was the most curious to Senna and she felt strangely safe near him. Maybe ti was the fact that he was just as quiet as she was. She wanted to know why everyone was here but she didn't want to be the one to speak up and break the silence. Perhaps she'd wait for one of the boys to take care of that. Drew would probably come up with something to say soon. It didn't look like he as the type to kept quiet for too long. He also looked like the type to say what was on his mind and hell if it hurt your feelings or damaged your ego. Bailey, well, Senna couldn't really think much about him. He came in, sat alone, then came over and burned strings. The only thing he had said so far was his name.
๓เรร ☆ เภร๏๓ภเค
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 10:20 pm
I watched as Pierce got up and left the room, leaving me sitting alone on the couch. I wanted to cry, mainly because I was sensitive about being called a liar. I couldn't remember how many times someone called me a liar besides being a freak. Even adults thought I was lying when I told them that their dead relative was trying to talk to them and was haunting them until that message they had was given.
I remember this one boy was haunted by his sister who died when she got hit by a car. He called me such names, ridiculing my gift and mocking my life until I could no longer hold the tears back.
As much as I was hurt by Pierce's words, I quickly got up and followed him out of the room. Eventually I found him outside by himself, the sun almost reaching the horizon line. "They only bother you because they know you can hear them. And yes this may not be my business but you could have thanked me for stopping that ghost to fill your head with lies!" I snapped.
"You think everyone hates you? Well I've been there! I know what it's like when people call you a freak or crazy because they see you talking to yourself! I know what it's like and I would not lie...when I say that I see and hear ghosts." I said, standing there and looking at the backside of Pierce. "So you can think I'm lying and pitying you, but really I know you better than you know yourself."
I turned and grabbed a hold on the door handle, but stopped to speak up once more. "Those voices, aren't the ones your mind produces. You're not the schizo people believe you are. If I can hear them, then that only means the voices you are hearing are from the ghosts. And like it or not but I'm the only person here who understands what you're going through with that problem." I said before I headed back inside. When I did, I rolled my eyes when I saw the ghost from before standing there with a smug look on his face.
"Nice going there freak. But he's not going to believe you."
"Then I'll make him believe, I'm not going to have him end up like me when I had nobody there to tell me I wasn't crazy. So leave him alone and stop filling his head with lies." I said, looking around to make sure none of those creepy nurses were around.
"Well news flash, but you and him are crazy! Otherwise why would you be here?"
"Because nobody would believe us! But I'm not going to let him believe he doesn't have a friend here!" I said.
My eyes widened though when I felt like I couldn't breathe, that someone had their hands around my neck and was trying to strangle me. I looked at the ghost who stood there with the darkest and coldest eyes I had ever seen. He was doing this and I was gasping for air.
"You may be able to see and hear us, but you can't touch us. There are many of us here that would love to mess with those who can hear us. Consider this a warning that when you mess with us, we'll make you become one of us."
Suddenly the ghost disappeared and I fell to the floor, gasping for air. I place my hand on my neck, not even knowing that my neck was red as if someone had just tried to strangle me; my hair covering my neck though. I was breathing heavily and I used the wall to help me get back on my feet before I headed back into the room where the others were.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:23 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxXxI am the monster under your bedXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
It was immediately obvious to Drew that these people were already intimidated by him, which was pretty pathetic. That was okay though, because Drew could easily feed off of the pathetic types. They were keeping a slight distance from him. Good. If they ever got in his way he wouldn't think twice before beating them down, putting them beneath him where they belonged. None of them said much to him, either. He could take it or leave it. He was only here to serve his sentence, maybe get some crazy girl tail (which sounded pretty wild and fun to him), then go back to his awesome life of fighting in bars and getting laid in cheap motels.
His eyes had moved from the girl named Senna and over to the nurse that said some s**t about group therapy. Well hell. That sounded like loads of fun. Not too soon after that another guy was dumped off in the room, the nurse saying something about him being mute. Whatever. The Pierce guy moved over to sit by himself, as did the Madison girl, only the guy was talking to himself. And here Drew thought he was the one ******** up in the head. Oh wait, nope, the Madison chick was talking to something else, too, as she moved over with the Pierce guy. ******** freaks.
Drew had taken a few steps of his own back, mocking the Senna girl, giving her her space so she'd relax. Drew was sure he'd end up wringing someone's neck around here, although the thought of his hands wrapped around Senna's neck was a bit of a turn on. His day dream was cut short when he felt something brush against the front of his pants, which would usually be a welcomed feeling, only intense heat soon followed it. He looked down in time to slap himself in the crotch to put out the little flame the dark-hair b*****d had made. Said his name was Bailey. "You little ********> Drew chuckled, punching Bailey lightly on the arm, despite the flirtatious and very gay wink he had been given. Drew had no problem flirting with other men, but it would be a cold day in hell before he ******** another male.
Didn't mean he couldn't torture the little punk. Naturally Drew would have decked the son of a b***h right in the face, but for some reason it had alleviated all of the tension in the room for the man and he had found it utterly amusing. He'd have fun playing with his head. He gave Bailey a charming smile. Leaning down towards the boy, he got dangerously close, face to face with him. "Bet you're not enough to light my fire, though," he teased, giving him his own wink before standing erect once more. That was when he noticed the two people who were actually crazy had left. He looked to the door, just in time to see Madison come back in to the room. She was pale, with a look of fear in her eyes that attracted Drew like a moth to a flame. He always enjoyed that look, usually accompanied with screams, both of pain and pleasure.
It was inevitable that he turn his attention to her now, his smile fading to be replaced by a concerned facade. He sauntered over to greet her near the door, moving closer to her than she probably cared for. "Hey, you okay? You look a little sick," he asked in a low voice, so not to alarm her or anyone else. "Look, I may seem like your average dickhead, but isn't it said that insecure people usually put up a tough front? How about sitting down with me, cause you look like you're ready to pass out." He backed off then, moving to take a step toward one of the couches. These people seemed antsy to him, so his regular approach of just invading personal space would have to stop.
A creature with meat, a blood sucking creepxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I feed on little children, I molest you when you sleepxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I'm the monster in the water when you're swimming out too deepxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI know all your dirty secrets, and I love the way you smell
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'll give you a ride through blood and homocide
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou know we're going to hell
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 11:49 pm
I looked at Drew as he seemed to actually care, saying that I should sit with him since it looked like I was ready to pass out. Wouldn't be the first time that happened. I nodded my head and followed Drew to the couch, taking a seat there as I tried to relax.
It still bothered me that Pierce had called me a liar, despite the fact that I made it perfectly clear that I could see and talk to ghosts. I was talking to one right in front of him and he called me a liar! Part of me wanted to say whatever and give up on Pierce for doubting me like that, but something about Pierce drew me back to him in ways where it was like I had to help him or something bad would happen to him.
Knowing that he was able to hear ghosts though, I felt like I wasn't alone in the world. Yeah there were the psychics who said they could communicate with the dead and the spirits, but they were the ones who lied in order to gain money from the people who believed them. Me, I did it because it hurt me to see ghosts that were stuck as earthbound spirits and just desperately wanted to go to heaven. Why would I ignore them when I was the sole person who could help them reach their goal?
I sat there and let out a sigh as my breathing became normal again. I looked at Drew before smiling faintly at him. "Thank you." I said before I rubbed my temples again, another splitting headache pounding away at my head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:17 am
Pierce was enjoying the niceness of being outside instead of that stuffy room when her heard Madison's irritated voice complaining about something behind him. "Yeah I can hear them and yeah it's none of your business, so mind your own," he snapped. So she knew him better than he knew himself, huh? She knew why this was happening and she understood everything. Great, well she can solve his problems and he can leave this crappy asylum. Pierce rolled his eyes as his annoying friend spoke up. "She's a real b***h, ain't she? Knows you after five minutes in the same room. Now that's what I call talent!" Walking toward the tall white wall that blocked the yard from the rest of the world, he sighed. "Will you just shove it and go away already?"
Raising his hand, he dragged it along the wall as he walked the perimeter to cool down a bit. He hated people who liked to think that they knew everything about anything. The air was cooling down quickly now that the sun was setting and Pierce knew that soon he'd have to retire to his room but not before he took his medication. Then he'd go lay down and try to sleep but the voices would start from every corner of the room. Pierce had taken to sleeping with his pillow crushed against his ears, face pressed into the mattress.
Usually around sunrise the voices stopped for a while. He knew from the little bit of research he did that ghost were most active around three o'clock in the morning. Something about that being the opposite time of when god was born so it was the anti-christ wandering around. He didn't know, he didn't really believe that but i was better than wondering about it. The institution didn't have any books on ghosts. They didn't really have very many books in English either so there was no chance he was going to study up while he was here. Maybe if he was good, they'd let him go to the public library and get some books.
"Mister McGovern! It is getting dark. Please come inside! It's time for your group therapy." Pierce turned to look at the nurse with a frown. He didn't want to sit in a circle and spill his guts to every who had shown up today but it was mandatory to attend. Every if the patient were dying, he doubted that they would let them skip the group. Sighing, he trudged back inside, brushing past the nurse as he did so. The nurse escorted him back to the common room and made him assist in placing chairs in a semi-circle. Sitting down in one of the chairs, Pierce crossed his arms and waited for this to be over with.xxxx
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