Haunted Blossom

Part three of the prologue- Jezleen

Jezleen-

I stood alone in the hall. No one ever stood next to me. No one ever came near me. But they always looked at me; always glancing at me quickly out of the corner of their eye before hastily looking, or running, away.

You'd think after eleven years they would get used to it. And by it, I obviously mean the eyes. The witch eyes, my piercing green eyes with a ring of turquoise and smoky blue.

Witch eyes for the witch girl. That's what they always said about me. It doesn't help that I dress like a witch. Long black robes. A personal joke of mine, and I remember Autumn's silent laugh when I showed her my new style. Well not so new now, it was a few years old. I believe I was fourteen when I started it? Three whole years later, I'm still wearing the classic, slightly Gothic clothes. It has been seventeen years since birth and yet I was still friendless.

Except for Autumn of course.

Actually, it's hard to tell if she if my friend, she had never told me. But considering Autumn was mute and all, that didn't matter.

I put my cold glare upon some other guy in the hall who was staring at me, causing him to squirm. The boy found himself hypnotized by my glare and only broke away once I blinked. Which took much time. He withered like a dead flower under my glare, for I put my cold merciless eyes on all who dare look at me.

They made it clear. I was a freak.

And they all gawked at the freak. The boy huddled in his corner. My mood darkened. None look at me straight on without paying the consequences, yet I felt slightly guilty? I wasn't sure what it was. But it left when I assured myself it was their fault I was like this.

They think I'm a witch? I'll be like a witch!

Yet I sighed internally. I desperately wished for a friend. To go to a party, even though they were forbidden. An image began forming in my mind.

Two eyes, auburn brown. The hair was a reddish-brown that made me think of Fall. I was drawing Autumn in my mind. Again. I sighed and looked away from the boy, and he almost ran out of the hall. I turned and saw Autumn standing beside me, smiling. As always, she came when I thought of her. I heard the sound of wheels on the tiles and shooed Autumn away. Hearing the noise, she faded into thin air. Damn ghost got lucky this time, no one saw her. I noticed another ghost scouting the hallway before dashing into a room. I believe the girl who lived there was named Red. Or was it Carly? No... Charlotte? Scarlet! I smiled in satisfaction of knowing the girl's name, considering I knew no one. Two nurses came into view in their ugly gray outfits that made me think of cement. They had a 'medicine' cart, which had been the cause of the squeak I had heard earlier. They stopped in front of Scarlet's door and entered.

I felt a pang of pity, the needles were horrible. I remembered when they found out about my 'hallucination'; they had strapped me down and slammed the needle in my vein, for I never cooperated. It was the reason why the duration of my 'Watch' had been so much longer than the other kids.

I hated being under the 'Watch', they followed me everywhere to see if I would talk to a ghost, they strapped me down and injected needles into me every day. The only privacy I had gotten was in the washroom.

Suddenly, Autumn appeared and beckoned me to follow her. I did, although I usually stood in the hall and paid my respects to those under the 'Watch' or to wither those who dared gawk at me. She leaded me towards the section with the various doctors' offices. And I don't just mean the doctors that help you if you've hurt yourself; the psychological doctors were here too. She motioned for me to keep silent and pointed at a door. I peeked in the little window and saw a girl strapped down to a chair, surrounded by nurses clad in that horribly depressing gray. They all held something, but one of the nurses shoved a pill down the unconscious girl's throat. The girl gagged, and they shook her awake. They spoke, but I couldn't hear them through the thick door. But, I stood there still, wonder and surprise had overcome me.

Whoever that girl was, well she wasn't from here. We never had new people here in Hell.

But I think I had just met the Asylum for the Critically Insane's first new patient.

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This is Sarah. Yes, Jezleen is my freak of a character, but I love her :) And I hope you guys love the story!