Childish Tendencies

Vandalizing

Chapter 1 - Vandalizing

Mia

Mia rushed down the deserted hallway, her checkered blue hospital dress flying behind her in a flurry. Her tattered white slippers fell off her feet as she skidded down the silent hallway. She ducked into the plastic curtains at the end of the corridor, her curly black hair falling out of her bun. Her breathing got heavier as she quickened her pace at the sound of the warning bells marking two minutes before the rooms would be locked. A bubbling laugh left her lips as she slipped into her room at the nick of time. Shutting the door tight, she let out a sigh of relief. Her reputation of not being caught outside her room had not been tarnished.

She leaned against the wooden door as she heard the familiar click of the automatic lock. Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she chuckeld at her own naughtiness. She had done it once again. Leaving her slippers near the door, she flicked her hair into a high ponytail as she planted herself between the soft toys that crowded her bed. With a quick glance towards the barred window, she began to arrange the toys around her, preparing for a tea party. She was humming a low tune, pretending to pour tea into the ten cups lying on the soft toys laps when she heard a sharp rap on the door. There was a jingle of keys as the person outside unlocked the door and walked in. Mia looked up at the nurse with a trace of maliciousness in her eyes.

"I know it was you," the nurse began as she caught the hint of mischief in her eyes, "This has to stop, Mia." Mia stuck her tongue out at the middle-aged nurse as the nurse began the over-familiar lecture. "You can not keep vandlizing the hospital, if the authorities come to check on us, we will be in serious trouble, do you not understand that? It's not art if you're spoiling stuff Mia, and one day you're going to be so carried away with you're vandilisim that you will get caught outside your room after time. That won't be good for your record will it, now?.." The nurse trailed on, unconcerened about the look of boredom on Mia's face. Mia bit her lower lips lightly looking down at her nails, not showing any interest to the woman that stood in front of her. "This is why we are getting an art teacher for you Mia. So you can be productive." Mia snapped her head up at this. "She will meet you tomorrow afternoon." Mia began to slowly wail as the nurse continued, "Mia, it'lll be fun, she's twenty, so you'll relate to -"

The nurse covered her mouth, taken aback at her own words as Mia began her over-familiar wails. Mia chanted, "No, no, no," her voice cracking as it reached a new pitch of anger with every word. Angry tears rolled down Mia's red cheeks as she banged her fists against the crumbling white wall behind her. Her knuckles bled with the impact and she fell forward into the open arms of her soft toys, burying her tears into the crook between the wall and her bed. The nurse shook her head disbelievingly at her own mistake, leaving Mia to her incessant mantra.

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Alia

I groaned as I heard the dreaded vibration that shook the table near my bed. Keeping my eyes closed, I reached out, shutting off my phone to switch off the alarm. I flipped around, away from the taunting time telling me that I was already late and pulled the figure sprawled between my legs and the blankets towards me. I inhaled the relaxing smell of Fae's strawberry-flavored perfume from her blonde hair and kissed her neck lightly. She giggled underneath me as I wrapped my leg around her waist, an involuntary smile forming on my swollen lips.

"I think you should get your legs off of me, Ms. Earl," she said, her husky morning voice sending pleasure through my body.

"I think you should stop being so unresistable, Ms. Mitchell," I muttered, opening my eyes as she turned into my arms.

"You're going to be late," she said, her blue eyes soft, "You don't want to be late to your first job now, do you?" I brushed my lips against hers, smiling at her overbearing responsibility about everything.

"Stop being so responsible, it's bad for your health," I nuzzled against her neck, "And besides, it isn't even a job-"

"Yeah, yeah, it's an internship. But that doesn't mean you can be late," she tutted, swiftly kissing me as she sat up, "Responsibilty increases ability." I rolled my eyes at her as she got out of bed. She ran her short fingers through her straight blonde hair, looking around for her jeans. Taking the hairtie from the table, she tied her hair into a quick ponytail, wrapping the hairtie around it once, flinging her hair into the tie, then wrapping the hair around it a second time and flinging her hair through it again. Gosh, she's beautiful.

"It's half-past eleven, Ms. Oh-So-Lazy," she called behind her, dissapearing in the bathroom.

"I have three hours, Ms. Oh-So-Responsible," I grinned at her as she stuck her head out of the bathroom to give me an 'oh please' look, foam forming in her mouth as she continued to brush her teeth. "Fine, fine," I mumbled at her throwing my legs over the side of the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

An hour later, I was ready to go. Trust Fae for being so overly responsible. I groaned at her angrily, giving her a death glare.

"Oh come on. Grow up, " she spat at me, a discouraging look on her face. My heart stopped for a second out of regret. I hated how she could make me feel so bad about myself with just one look. I hated that she had such control over me and futhermore, I hated that I made her give me that look. I looked away from her and poured out milk into my bowl. I added cheerios and stuffed a spoonful into my mouth.

"So, are you nervous?" Fae asked, opening a bottle of juice with a small pop and brining it up to her lips.

"Sorta," I replied through my cheerios, "I mean, I don't want to like trigger her off and make her go crazy at me or something. Like when I went for the interview they said that when I was painting or something with her, I shouldn't mention her age. Supposedly, she thinks she's five but she's really twenty. It's kinda scary to think about, you know?" Fae nodded, already distracted by her phone. We were never good at communicating. No, wait, correction. We were never good at communicating unless it involved flirting.

Fae stood up, not averting her eyes from her phone, kissed me on the cheek briefly, mumbled a goodbye and something about going to university to work on her experiment and vanished out of the door. I sighed as I heard the jingle of keys as she locked the apartment door. I looked at my watch - one and a half more hours before I was due at Gregtons Mental Institute for Woman and Children.