in[sanity] : it does crazy things (On Hold)

chapter one - eleanor's pov

He's here again. I know he is. He's going to find me, i can feel it in my bones. In the way my heart feels as if it's going to tear through my ribcage.

But i can do nothing to stop it, i'm powerless against him. All because they shut me up in this room. My own personal prison.

I held hope mother would come back for me, when i was young, when she first left me here. But after days turned to months and months to years. I lost hope. Eleven years i've been trapped in here, at least thats what matron tells me.

I hate this room but i've got no way to get out, and nowhere to go if i do. I try to rip the buckles on my jacket, but they are to strong. The nurses - the ones who aren't scared of me - tell me that i'm a danger to myself and others; they say that because i do not feel and because of my visions and nightmares i am capable of injuring someone yet unable to feel remorse.

But they don't know me. They don't know that i do feel, that i'm capable of human emotion. They don't know that i don't want to hurt anyone. But someone will get hurt because that is what happens, when the sane are locked away and the demented are roaming free.

"Elle-Rae. You have a visitor" whispers matron as she enters my room her chocolate skin and onxy hair bringing colour into the otherwise dull room. She's the only one i talk to, the only one that understands me. "Coming mother matron." i speak. She undoes the straps but leaves the jacket on my body. I don't mind i'm just glad to have the freedom to move my arms. I smile, my rare smile, the ones that i save just for matron serafina. She swiftly brushes through my long pink hair and puts it in an intricate fishtail braid, i've always wondered how my hair was such a bright pink none of the nurses that cared for me had hair the same colour. Infact they thought it was unnatural, yet every time i told a new nurse i'd had it for as long as i could remember they'd think i was lyiing and had someone sneak in dye. Because i had soo much time to make friends with the other crazies in my ward, i wasn't locked up in a room or anything. With a straight jacket on.

She leads me outside of the room and down a long light blue corridor, doors line the walls and i hear hysterical laughing behind some of them. Peeking through a small window on one of the doors, i saw a middle aged man with choppy black hair and crazed blue eyes wrapped up in a straight jacket and rolling on the floor of the room. Suddenly he just stopped and stared at me as if he knew i was there, pulling away from the window i hurried after matron who was waiting patiently for me at a thick metal door that led to a spiraled staircase that led upwards.

Walking down another corridor i notice the difference between this level and the one i was on; Firstly the the patients were roaming around, there were no wierd noises or echoes of petrified screaming and manic laughter. Instead they were all happy, they all looked to be friends with one another. They had board games and musical instruments like the ones that nurse brought down for me to practise on.

As we passed i noticed that the patients would stop and stare at me, sending a wierd feeling throughout the whole of my body, creeping me out. When we finally reached our destination, i heard muttering from the other side through the foggy glass, i could make out two shapes conversing. I turned to matron but she was stepping through the door, holding it. As i stepped in behind her i saw a face i had nearly forgotten. A face i had not seen in Eleven years, and as i looked on in silence my throat constricted. "mum"...