Seven

One

Okay so this is my first ever story for which I have a proper storyline. I'll try to update everyday, but as you can probably guess, there aren't that many chapters.
Hope you like it, and thank you :)

~ One ~

I hated hospitals. I hated that strong clinical smell, as if someone was going to do horrible experiments on you. Okay, perhaps I have been watching too many shows, but that's beside the point.

You go outside and the so called garden is not even pretty. Its like this place has been possessed by a depressing old ghost, who hated everything.

Hospitals, in general, are nearly ALWAYS plain depressing. All you can see is the ungodly sight of adults crying in corridors. I mean, didn't mummy say that only kids cry, and adults don't?

But then again, mummy did contradict herself. I saw her crying in the wash room, but when she saw me, she wiped off her tears and hugged me.

This world is weird.

My life is way too complicated for a normal six year old to handle. Firstly, I've been dragged to this way too clean hospital, and now my hair is everywhere. As in, literally everywhere, it's falling out. Seriously, it's too much pressure.

The only thing I like about hospitals is this drawing room. It's specifically for kids (I rolled my eyes at that). It has dozens of books, and usually it's empty.

The drawing room is my personal little refuge room. You just felt at home here, as if nothing canharm you.Sometimes, my parents go a bit crazy and become suffocating, like constantly treating me with chocolate (and now, I'm so sick of chocolate, you don't know).

It's so pretty, honestly. It's like the inside of a fairytale cottage. It's carpeted, and hence, absolutely cosy. Windows overlooking the non-existent garden shine light into the room, the rest of our visual guidance is taken care of by dim lights.

Though, these lights aren't white and blinding like the ones in that room where I fell asleep (much to my embarrassment). But, I think I was supposed to fall asleep as these masked people were doing something. Ugh hospitals.

Oh so, anyways, back to the room: Couches and pouffes litter the room. On the far end, there's a huge shelf of books, and a low standing table for drawing and such.

But, there's this other reason I go to it. It's like I'm drawn to it.

Usually it's empty, but as I took the lift to reach there, I had a different gut feeling; As if today somehow was very important.

I entered the room.

A boy, perhaps a year older than me, was sitting on one of the couches. He had jet black unruly hair and pale skin. I approached him carefully. He was drawing something, something on a black sheet of paper with white crayons.

As I edged over, and peeked across his shoulder, he stiffened and hid whatever he was drawing away from me.

Mummy always said that curiosity killed the cat. But, what she didn't know wouldn't harm her right?

"Hey, I'm Melinoe. Can I see what you're drawing?"

He relaxed a bit and smiled at me. He had warm brown eyes. But, he shook his head.

"I promise I won't tell anyone about it. Pinky promise"
He looked at me unsurely as I held out my pinky.
Hesitantly, he showed me the picture.

I was stunned. He had drawn a figure of an angel, a small girl with flowing hair, a halo and beautiful wings.

"That's really pretty!"

"Thank you Melinoe" He was shy, I give you that.

"You can call me Mel; no one actually calls me Melinoe. What's your name?"

"I'm Donn. I'm here with dad."

That was the seed of a new friendship. But as you must now, seeds of friendship made in the early years seldom grow well.

As the days went by, I gradually learnt that he sat alone and aloof in the drawing room. He hardly talked to anyone, but just scribbled in his notepad.

Another abnormally normal day came. I was seated in the drawing room, when my already sore body started convulsing. I was shaking, and crying, and spitting out pieces of blood n' bile.

Donn, immediately started trying to calm me down. But, his attempts failed. The other residents, too had noticed my ordeal. I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and Donn's grim face hazily swimming was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

It was a long time before I was allowed out. And everything hurt for a long time.

Nearly a month had passed.

Skipping to my usual haunt with Donn, the drawing room, I had etched a huge grin on my face. But he was nowhere to be found. He had vanished into thin air.

And Finally Chapter One Is Up.

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~ ConfusedCat ~