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

Chapter seven

As soon as I entered the grand room I felt safe and at home, as if I had been here before, which made absolutely no sense because I barely even remembered my childhood home.

My side of the room had midnight blue walls and covers with blood red detailing and a large red and blue walk in wardrobe. There was a dressing table leaning against a wall that separated two glass doors leading out to a small balcony. The other side of the room was similar but the bed was on the opposite wall and and that side was in salmon pink, gold and white. There was a door there too that I wanted to have a look behind. Hesitantly I walked over to my bed, turning back to look at Isobel as I did so, she nodded encouragingly so I jumped on it, an ecstatic look on my face when I landed.

"This is mine." The disbelief clear in my voice as I lay on my new bed. It felt like clouds and conforming to my body as soon as I lay on it. "I haven't had something like this in so long. Not that I can remember anyway."

A sad look seemed to fill her eyes as she looked at me lying in bliss on the bed. "Not had what?"

"A bed.. In the hospital, I only had a room, a mattress on the floor, and the books and Games matron would bring to me. No furnishings in case I hurt someone, and well, I can't remember much from before that. I'm Glad that I'm allowed a bed again." I lay back on the fluffiness of the bed my eyes drifting closed until I realised I had so much more to explore, like the big wardrobe that was most likely empty and potential book space. Or like the second door that I wanted to see behind. 

I hopped off of the bed and opted to look through the door way first. It opened to a large room with white stones on the floor and walls, there was a large black tub to the right of the room and across from it was a Black toilet; there was also a Hers&Hers sink set in silver beside the toilet and in the furthest right corner there was a glass box with lots of buttons and things. "Holy Guacamole on an Ice-cream cone..." Which is the last thing that left my mouth before a familiar pain shot through my head and the floor rushed up to meet my face.