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

Chapter nine

Waking up struggling to breathe is not the best way to wake up. However waking up from a nightmare and instead of being consoled you are being restrained and peered at by four males you have never seen before in your life, in a room you have never been in before sucks just a little bit more.

Guess what, I woke up to the second one and before any thing more could happen I tried to fall back asleep. I was so tired, my mind was a jumbled blank mess but I could focus only on the four brutes that thought it necessary to restrain me on my own bed. Wait I don't have my own bed. Unless it wasn't a dream. It was real.

"Would you mind getting off of me" I sigh "You are hurting me and I typically do not enjoy being woken up by being held down."

"Oh right sorry" They mumbled "You kind of surprised us. Why would you ever want to sleep when, whenever you dream you suffer so terribly? It must suck" said the taller of the group his silver eyes glowing, and his dark hair soaking up the light.

"Yes, Yes it does. But there is something that calls to me in the seeth that cannot reach  me in the lither"

"Makes sense I suppose, but I guess if you ever want nice dreams, I know where to get dream root." He offered kindly and I decided then and there that I liked this boy.

"That would be nice, but it would also be inconvenient." I replied and then got off of my bed and made my way out of the room. "See you later I guess." with that I was gone.

I walk through many various halls searching for any signs of life but it seems that everybody is busy or they are just really good at avoiding the nut case. I reach an intersection in the halls and choose to go left. The halls are dark but their colours are surprisingly calming. A giant change from glaringly white walls of my cell back at NaC. I wonder what Matron's doing. And if mad-eye's giving her a hard time again.

As I'm lost in thought in thought I knock into a girl around 4'11 with white hair and chocolatey skin. Her vibrant green eyes glare at me beneath her fringe and before I can even ask where I can get food, she's disappeared into a silver mist that fills my lungs with a silky sheet and has me gasping for breath.

"Well then. I know who I wont be talking to any time soon." I huff silently and continue on my quest for something to stifle my hunger. 

After a while of wondering around the halls aimlessly I just drop into an isolated corner and curl up into a tight ball. I scan my surroundings to see if anybody/thing is approaching me but there is nobody in sight.The long halls take on an eerie feel and I am left craving the familiarity of the routine provided to me by NaC. Usually there is at least, one nurse muttering and shuffling outside my door, or there are the haunting screams of beastly billy raking there way through the hallway; then it finally clicks. I'm not in the hospital anymore. I'm free and away from that constricting jacket.

So why does that scare me. Could be because the hospital was my home since before I could remember. It could also be because it is all I'd ever known and all I'd thought I would ever know. Its walls are no longer there to protect me or keep me away. We're all doomed. My eyes start to droop and soon I drift off into a deep, dark sleep.