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The place seemed much too bright to be an asylum but it was. They had painted all the walls in bright pastels and the doors were white, each with a small picture posted on it. Even the 'patients' rooms were bright and cheerful, though some of them would have prefered it otherwise. The floors everywhere were covered in plush carpet, usually either black or a color matching the one on the wall. Why did they have carpet? Most likely because tile would give some of the worse off patients a way to kill themselves and of course nobody wanted to clean up blood and somebodies brain on the floor either. The walls of the building didn't appear to belong to an asylum either. They looked more like a toy factory. All of it though, just happened to be a scheme to keep the real reason the place was built in the first place in the small town because nobody there acually wanted to admit some of their fellow town needed help. So here stood this toy factory in the hills of Moonbrook, Scotland. The place may have just been declared non-existant but there it was, with so many secrets one's head might explode learning about them.
Her eyes scanned the page of the pamflet she had been given when the two 'worker' had brought her to her room. The plan and cover-up were brilliant of course. It had worked for fifty years or so why wouldn't it be. The same workers had placed the information that the doctors had on the wall, at least a copy, for the girl to see just in case she had forgotten her name and anything else they knew. The layout was simple so it only took a few moments for her to read.
Name: Zachary Kay Eastwood
Age: 17
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Dark Red
Mental Disorder: Confidential
Zach shuddered at the first and last lines. Her name was the reason she had disliked her mother. What kind of parent names their daughter Zach. The last line made her mind stir slightly, trying to remember exactly why she was here in the first place. Nothing.
With a reluctant sigh Zach pushed away from the wall and swayed over to the small bed that had been in the room when she first entered. A scowl appeared on her face as she saw what the sheets and things had on them. Care Bears. They weren't on her list of nice things in the world and when something wasn't on that list, Zach believed it shouldn't exist.
The small, cuisioned clock on the wall began beeping loudly in a shrill tone. The small girl in the corner currently known as Zach, automatically covered her ears and frowned even more. "Damn it." she muttered in annoyance.
The clock's ringing stopped all at once and the lights shut off in an instant. Zach hadn't even falling into the bed yet so she was left standing in utter darkness. She let out a low growl and knelt down, putting her ear to the ground.
After a few minutes of silence she pulled up again and looked at the door, taking note that it had no knob for her to even attempt to turn. They had done their research on her hadn't they. "They're stalkers." she said out loud, grinning slightly and chuckling to herself.
A small intercom in the wall that hadn't caught Zach's attention before turned on and for a moment or so no sound came out. Then a loud voice boomed out, giving an announcement to the people in their rooms. "It's eight 'o' clock, time to go to sleep. Now." The tone was nothing near welcoming but it wasn't really suppose to be.
Zach rolled her eyes again and slowly went over to the bed, giving another resentful look at the sheets before slipping under them and shutting her eyes. Soon she had fallen into a restless sleep ruled by nightmares and other things.
Time passed and the silence following the patient's dive into slumber land seemed to become more evident by the lack or activity from the workers who were lounging around. It seemed hardly enough time though when the eight hours of sleep for everybody was up and it was time to sound the alarms again. A few technies, the nicknames given to the workers who controled most of the buildings technical happenings, cursed under their breath and sloppily turned the alarms to each room on. Usually the rings went out five seconds after the one next door but instead some went off eight seconds, or six seconds.
"Chaaaaaaaaaaarlie, dear!" a woman's voice screeched into Zach's ear.
Her eyes fluttered open and she rolled over, mumbeling into the pillow before turning her head to look at whoever had awoken her. "Who they hell are you?" she snapped, pulling her hand up to rub her eyes a bit and yawn.
The woman blinked and then smiled, pulling Zach up by one of her arms. "Oh how silly, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ms. Garet and I'm going to be assisting you around outside today." she said in a cheerful voice that Zach flinched back at.
The woman walked across the room after making sure Zach was standing up straight and picked her alarm up. "Why didn't ou wake up when this went off Charlie?" she said turning around with it in her hand.
Zach rubbed the back of her head and scowled. "Ok. First off Ms. Garet, my name is not Charlie so stop calling me that okay? Also, I didn't feel like getting up so I ignored it. That's kind of like how I'm trying to ignore you but you're still standing here, annoying me to no end." she replied shrugging and flopping back down on the bed.
Ms. Garet looked her at and shook her head, the curles that she had tied back in a tight pony tail bouncing around with her movements. "Get up dear, now and if you don't want me to call you Charlie, I'll just call you Zach. I just thought since you didn't the name Zach you might have more of a fondness towards Charlie." she replied calmly.
There was no reponse for a few minutes until finally Zach sat up. "So," she began with a wicked grin on her face,"what's making you stay in this little hell hole, Ms. Pepper, Pepper Lady, Pshyco Lady?" she said clapping her hands together and putting her chin in her hand, mimicking the movements of a pshyciatrist she had seen once.
'Ms. Pepper' didn't seem too fazed by this in the least bit and instead chose to turn it around on Zach. "They left all the cloths they thought were acceptable in the small closet over there. Get changed and I will be back in five minutes." she replied smiling and choosing to ignore the quest rather than have to deal with more prodding.
Before Zack could protest Pepper Lady left and shut the door behind her. Zach gritted her teeth and kicked the wall before trudging over to the closet and swinging the door open. She surveyed the cloths they had kept and then grabbed a bright green track jacket and some baggy orange pants. A grin spread across her face as she saw her only two pairs of shoes on the ground. Zach picked a pair up and slipped them on. She started to hum something under her breath.
It had only been three minutes since Ms. Pepper had left and Zach had already lost her patient. The door would not open for anything. Four minutes had passed now and the situation was not getting any better. Her eyes flickered as she turned on her heel and took the clock off the small cusioned table it was on. Within seconds she had chucked it at the door, which by now had open, leading to the act of Ms. Pepper Lady going unconcious in the hallways outside Zach's door.
The seventeen year old tip-toed over to her assistants side and stared down at her with her head tilted slightly to the side. After another minutes a grin had replaced the look of curiousity and she had begun to stretch her arms a bit, preparing to move something heavy.
Don't read that, it's just my story, I'm putting it in each journal entry. And I would write more but I have a really bad headache. Anyways. Tommorrow is the dance.
I hope it's fun. Unfortunatly Mr. Cotonney will never play really good music. And his exscuse, most of the other students don't like the kind of music I requested. So he won't play it. And that. Well, it kind of ticks me off. Main-stream f**. XD Arg. My ears hurt a lot. I should turn off my music but I like listening to it too much. :T Oh well!
Oh! Today in second period we had this word search thing in our packet and there were three words me and Jacob found that were kind of funny.
Kill Attack Stalk
Those words were in our word search. lol
Melodies in the air, singing life just ain't fair. I still can't believe you're gone. And I'm sure hte view from Heaven, beats the hell out of mine here.
Whee. Today in music, Mrs. Seniors was all, girls, Laaaa! And then she played the note again and we all just sat there looking at her funny. She did that like five more tiems but nothing happened. Nobody wants to sing. -.- Thens he did the same thing for the guys. And it was hilarious. They sounded like dieing cats on crack. Not high pitched but it was funny. ^^
I have come to c conclusion as well. Nobody likes saying hi to me. O.o I will be walking down the see some people I know, say hi, and they don't even answer, or look at me. They just keep wlaking. And it's not like I say it quiet or anything. ._. I'm invisable. Seriously. Gawsh. People.
Here, a little jealousy. I hope you think of me. I hope you wonder where I sleep at night. 'Cuz I feel like I'm inside out.
Even if I wanted to, I don't think that I'd get to you.
So don't you sya goodby eot me, just turn your back away and leave, and if you're lucky I'll be your lasting friend, your only friend.
Zombie Doll` · Tue Oct 18, 2005 @ 11:21pm · 2 Comments |
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