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Anya walked down the all, staring at her feet. It was break time now and she wasn't deemed too dangerous to walk the facility, as long as she stayed away from restricted areas. Security guards, nurses, and even a few doctors were always around to keep her from doing anything anyway. To keep everyone from hurting anyone, including themselves. She had one those soft shoes with the really light rubber footing, not very good for kicking. They had no shoelaces, so running was a bit difficult to do in them. She hadn't tried to escape in a long time. A year maybe. It had to be, or else she would probably be locked up in her room. She had no sense of time anymore and that made her uneasy. "I'm not crazy but if I stay here any longer, I will be." She said to herself. That was a lie. She was crazy, psychotic actually. She had murdered four people before they finally caught her and deemed her mentally ill. She has been at Rolling Hills for five years now.

Edward exhaled as he entered an empty room. He just needed to find a vacant room and sit down before tripping over something.
Scratch that.
Ed needed to get through this term with some semblance of education and rehabilitation. The conditions were simple:go to classes, therapy, graduate, go home. Sounded better than home actually; except for the private world he had begun to design. Only the crude drawings little clippings and occasional models brought him peace.
What was peace anyway?
The movie alien - from the movie he watched with his mother the night before - had shown trust; if not desperation for the tiny peanut butter offerings. Had he packed a few jars of the crunchy brand to get him through the winter? Did mail call include cookies?
He sat on a piece of furniture and began to draw...

White, gray, faint hints of blue and yellow coming through the windows, all is reflected light that passes the cornea and pupil of the eye, only to be inverted, analyzed and then inverted in the nervous system as the small charge of information crosses itself somewhere in the middle, before reaching the back of the brain. What a topsy-turvy way of seeing the world… no the whole universe. Everything you see is nothing but light bouncing off of the mirror known as matter. But it is not the light that scares Troy…no it is what the light cannot touch.

Sciophobia and Achluophobia is Troy’s reason for being in this asylum, his almost uncontrollable fear of shadows. It is in these dark places that anything can exist, unseen and out of mind by a person’s ignorance. Even if light where to be touching every party of your body and the same time there are still shadows inside, Deep within the body, inside Troy’s body...

Troy almost never sleeps because if he closes his eyes all he can see is darkness. The only sleep he gets is drugs induced, given to him by the nice doctors and nurses in their bright white coats. He spends most of his days in the well-lit halls or any of the lounges with large windows. And it is on this particular day the troy has not slept for five days and is slowly being enveloped by his fears more and more. Siting by himself he is in huddled over a small pen light. Holding it in his left hand, he shines the small beam of light onto his face, As his free hand scratches at the bandages and scabs on his shoulder reopening the shallow wounds. Small beads of blood trickle down his arm and drip off his elbow onto the floor.
(sorry for the long post sweatdrop )

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I saw you quoted me twice. I can only find one of the posts.))

Seeing he looked tired and out of sorts. The doctor knew that Troy could be telling the truth. Any sleep was more than normal so she didn’t stop him. “Remember, sleep is important.” Watching him interact with the room she quickly wrote something down on her clip board. “The light is bright enough that you do not have to count Troy.” Knowing he needed to be talked to besides just drugged or nothing would ever improve. “Troy, are you going to go sit down?”

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Seeing he could not function Doctor Greatle had to help Troy. Calling more staff over. “Bring some lights over here now.” Then adding “And some of those too.” Not wanting say anything about sleep or knowing him out. She didn’t want to panic Troy.

A stretcher and lights were set up all around him. They wanted to keep him as calm as possible before sticking him.