B l a n k

Chapter 5

(Happy new year guys! And what a perfect time for me to release this. ^^ Anyways enjoy, and again, HAPPY NEW YEARS!)

My eyes opened slightly and surprisingly, I heard nothing once I was awake. I was used to hearing someone yelling my name or shaking me awake by now, so I was pretty confused at first. Of course the next thing that happened did the same.

I was sitting in the corner of a room, one that wasn’t mine, with a pretty horrifying scene unfolding in front of me.

In the middle of the room I had somehow managed to wake up in, there were three people. Two of them cowered, holding each other. One tried to scream, but I only heard a hoarse rasp, as if she was losing its voice, which sounded very feminine. The other was cupping the females face as tears ran down its own, and it seemed just as unable to say anything.

The third figure was what really scared me. It was... dark. Not as in the stereotypical "hiding in the shadows". More like it was completely dark. It had no features; it was just a black space, standing there, looking at the other two.

It stepped forward, armed with absolutely nothing, at least that I could see. Then, as they blocked my view of the frightened pair, the dark shading of the room was replaced with the blinding light that came with, say, a flat-land of snow or bright, shining sun-rays going straight into your eyes, or, in my case, my padded cell walls, ceiling, /and/ floor.

I sat up quickly and took a look around to confirm my location.

That was weird... I thought, letting out a sigh, whatever. Just a stupid nightmare. I guess the stress of what’s been happening is finally catching up with me.

Just then, Void trotted up to me, the little star-like specks in her fur shining as she walked, with her little wings tucked in tightly against her back, “Are you okay? You look worried.” She sat down and looked up at me, flattening her ears back in the cute way that she had been using ever since Sketch and the kittens appeared.

I just smiled and shook my head, “No, I’m fine.”

She flicked her tail happily before fluttering up to cling on my face with her paws, “Okay! Can we play a game now?”

Before I could answer, my door opened, and a particularly bored looking Stephen trudged in, probably to check on me. Everything seemed to be settling into a nice schedule now that the chaos of my first few days had calmed down, so I'm sure this would become a regular thing.

I looked up at him from Void and raised an eyebrow, "What do you want?"

"I'm here to check on you. We are required to confirm that you have not injured yourself and you are in a decent condition," he explained in a dull voice before moving his arm and clipboard from his side to his chest. He pulled a pen from his pocket and looked up at me, "How are you feeling?"

I rolled my eyes, "Perfectly fine."

He wrote on the clipboard, and soon we were running through an eternal list consisting of problems like headaches, stomach aches, pains, soreness, and a load of other crap. Each time I answered, he would do what looked, from where I was, like a check-mark, or sometimes a circle.

Finally, once we were done with that, he headed over to me and motioned for me to stand. Once I did, he used a hand to feel down the back of my neck and my spine. Then, he searched through my hair, checking my scalp for injuries, which seemed impossible to me, but maybe it wasn't. Pulling away from me, he scribbled something down in his paper, and then he moved onto his grand finale.

"Now, we'll be beginning a new schedule today."

I totally called it.

"Every week, I'll do one of these checks, and everyday I'll come in and make sure you're okay in the mornings, around 8:00, like right now. Everyday at 8:30, which is about three minutes away, Ms. Cale-"

I tilted my head, "Miss who?"

He sighed, "-Myra will give you your medicine."

I groaned. Wonderful. I got to go through that crap every fucking morning.

"Every other day, Mrs. Morozov(That's Luka, in-case you forgot.) will arrive at 2:00 to have a one-hour psychiatry session with you, though they may be longer or shorter. Finally, Mr. All-" he paused for a moment and cleared his throat, "-Jerome will take you out for hygiene every Thursday at 5:00. Any questions?"

"Uh, how am I supposed to tell the time?" I drew out in one of those "Isn't it obvious?" voices.

"I'll see about getting a clock put up across the hall, but for now, " he glanced at a shiny, silver-and-gold-faced watch, "you have two more minutes before Myra gets here."

Suddenly, I realized something.

“Hey, when do I get food?”

He looked shocked for a moment, “Oh! I’m so sorry, Ms. Kyeler. I will be right back.”

Sure enough, he left and returned maybe twenty seconds later with a small plate of food, and that was about the time my stomach started to ache with hunger. He fed it to me, as I wasn’t really capable of doing it myself and when I was done, he apparently was, too.

With nothing more than a small nod, he was gone, and I was left to my minute of freedom.

Well, that didn't last very long at all. It only felt like twenty seconds, before the door was opening, and a snob-faced Myra waltzed in, her stupid little orange bottles nowhere in sight. Instead, she had the three pills, which seemed to have decreased in size since the last time, in one hand and a perspiration-covered bottle of water in the other.

I felt really tempted to refuse again, but I was not getting another one of those IMs again. Instead, I opened my mouth slightly, allowing her to drop the pills inside my mouth, as well as pour a decent amount of water in. The urge to lean forward and clamp my teeth down on her hand was almost blinding, but instead I swallowed and crossed my legs, waiting for her to leave.

When she didn’t, I raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, aren’t you gonna go?”

“No,” she almost growled, “as a part of the Gemini Hospital rules, I’m supposed to take off your straight-jacket now, though you will not be removed from your cell.

My eyes immediately brightened, but I tried to contain myself, and instead of hopping up, I shrugged and slowly stood, “Have at it.”

She moved behind me and began to unbuckle the straight-jacket, and soon my arms were free yet again.

As I stretched my arms, she moved back in front of me again and began explaining,

“Now, if you- Unh!” she let out a loud grunt as my knuckles connected with her nose, causing a satisfying crack.

Oh, that? That, my friend, is what I call satisfying an urge.