Haunted Blossom

Chapter Four-Audri

When Jezleen showed me around, my mind was crowded with itchy, annoying questions. And, as all questions are, there was only one way to get them to go away: lead them out through the mouth.

Jezleen answered all my questions, even some pretty wierd ones ("Do you like tacos? 'Cause I like tacos. Do they have tacos here? Can I make a taco by myself?... Where are my tacos?!"). Just as I was in the middle of my tenth taco-related question, a bell rang and I jumped, my thoughts of tacos gone. 

Jezleen looked over to a room where other asylum residents poured into. "I must confess I had an ulteriour motive to bringing you here. Hell also includes school."

"Seriously?" Wasn't stabbing kids with needles and shoving gigantic pills down their throats enough?

"Yes, seriously," she said, pushing me into the classroom. "Now take a seat or we'll get in trouble!"

Jezleen hastily took her seat in the corner, and I followed after her. Just as I reached her, I noticed there were no seats near her. I made a mental note to ask her about that as I took the seat in front of her. Before I began painting, the teacher called me up and made me introduce myself. I softly said my name and sat back down. Usually I was a chatterbox, but  I really wanted to begin painting.

A blank canvas stood in front of me. My mind wandered as I began painting. Why was I here? How come I could see ghosts? I could never see ghosts before they shoved that pill down my throat. And what was that strange dream about? What was wrong with everyone's eyes?

I found myself not painting, but clutching my paintbrush with a tight grip. I slowly loosened my hold on the brush and dipped it into gray paint. As my thought drifted again, I slowly found myself drawing my eyes; my gray-blue eyes. They'd always been like that, nothing to draw, really, nothing special, so, why was I painting them?

"Because you miss them," a small voice said from behind. I turned to see the girl from the Infirmary Wing, the girl in the pure white cotton dress. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She gave an evil-like grin and vanished with a puff of white smoke.

After the art class, as I was telling Jezleen about the pill, I saw the girl in the white dress again. As Jezleen told me that the pill made the ghosts fuzzy, something in my brain clicked. "But I couldn't see the ghosts before the pill!"

Jezleen stopped in her tracks, and I ran into her. She spun around. "You couldn't see thm before?"

I shook my head, then shrugged. "Well, the girl I saw appeared right when I took the pill, but maybe I saw them before, I mean, I don't remember my past." The girl smiled again and vanished.

Jezleen seemed to sigh with releif, then began mumbling to herself, "Maybe it was just a mix up. Maybe she has seen them before. Or, what if..."

I decided to leave her alone with her mumbling self. "Uh, Jezleen, where's the bathroom?"

"Next corner," she murmered before getting back to her mumbling.

I turned the corner as she walked down an empty hallway and walked into the girl's bathroom. I splashed water on my face and closed my eyes, leaning on the sink. This was all just too freaky for me. I could hardly remember anything about my past, I was stuck in this mental asylum, and, despite what Jezleen had said, I could feel myself going insane from my questions.

I looked in the mirror and studied myself. My jet black hair was a mess, my clothes now consisted of starched black dresses, and dark circles were present under my eyes. I squinted in the mirror, then let out a shriek  that could wake up China. My eyes were white. Pure, milky white. The only normal thing was the black pupils.

I was a freak then and there. I classified myself as a complete and total freak. Only freaks hd white eyes and could see ghosts...

...Right?

MOAR?????