Asylum

Chapter 4

picture above is Autumn <3

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"When do you predict she will wake up" a familiar voice asked with concern in her sentence.

"I suppose once the trauma from the laceration wares off and she has enough fluids in her to manage."

That voice I recognized. That patronizing, horrid voice that was as smooth as velvet yet oh so rough. And lets not forget that first voice, heavens no. That voice is the one of my 'sister', the one who is responsible for my being here.

I reeled further into consciousness when my eyelids began to flutter beyond my control. At last they fluttered open like a newborn child opening their eyes for the very first time. Except i came face to face with the monsters Clara and Lexi.

"Your up, great." Clara cheered with a smile and her green eyes boring into mine.

"No shit Sherlock." I muttered, turning my head to the side becoming fixated on the clock, which read 3:04pm.

I've been here for five fucking hours and all they managed to do was kick my anger up ten notches. Fucking great doctors, am i right?

"You have got to learn to control your temper of yours sister, you couldve done some serious damage." my sister said, laying her hand on top of mine.

I snapped my head to our touching hands and immediately retracted my hand from hers. Who does she think she is, pretending to care.

A look of hurt flashed through her brown eyes but it was gone within a second and I saw the same dull orbs once again.

Clara put a hand on Lexi's shoulder, rubbimg it slowly.

"I think its best if we leave Autumn alone for a while, but we will be back to retrieve you and take you to your cell." Clara suggested, sensing my aggrivation.

"I agree." I said plainly.

Lexi gave me one last look before she got up and followed Clara out the door. I heard the lock click into place and ran a hand through my oily hair. When was I gonna get a shower from this place?

Huffing, I sat up and propped my pillow up so it was supporting my neck. I layed my head back and gazed up at the ceiling, uncomfortable. Picking my head up, I reached behind my and grabbed the pillow behind me. Yanking it up, I threw it across the room.

My eyes travelled down to my hand which was stabbed with an IV. This thing was not a hand, nor was i human. My whole body was consumed by sorrow and fear that now I am a monster. And to everyone I look like a wild, foreign object, that has 'FRAGILE' stamp on its exterior. I am a walking travesty that everyone loves to fear, and i love that they fear me.

But what's devistating is that ones whom do not fear me, are the ones that I fear. I coward at their closeness, sulking back in a corner praying deeply that they shall go away. Because how can you not fear a monster as hideous as I.

The salty liquid that I despise made its way down my cheeks, crashing into my lap silently. Ah, a monsters weak point. Bet no one saw that coming.

Only when I realized my body has bared more than it could take, that was when I let the sorrow and pain expel from my body through crying.

I clenched fistfuls of my hair in my hands, pulling hard as I felt my scalp burn from my self infliction. The tears continued to fall and plumet to my lap, leaving wet spots all over the sheets. Some collected on my lips, and I spewed them out into the air for I was to ashamed that my life has come to this.

A mirror coincedentally was placed on the wall directly in front of my bed.

But do I dare look? Thats thee million dollar question.

Slowly, yet furiously, I ripped my gaze from the sheets and came face to face with the devil. The devil is a woman, she holds fistfuls of her hair and tear stained cheeks that burn. Yet something is very beautiful about the way this monster, this devil, weeps.

This thing, this monster, and/or this devil... it smiles when it cries.

A/N:

hewwo there!!!!!

so what do u think??!!!

This chap was more of a realization for her. she made the connection that she was here and realized that shes a mess and she had a little crying breakdown.

shes broken and she wants so badly to get fixed but she feels hopeless, trust me she does want to get better but she has a cold mask on and she keeps people she loves at a distance..... like her sister

getting the connection??!!! sowwy its confusing ik ik.

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