Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

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Hello Lovies, here is a quick little mind-thing I wrote earlier. Sometime, between now and Saturday afternoon, I will be publishing a request. :) Be patient my dears. Oh, and here Is the unpopular author, pimping her other shit on her other book. Original, I know.

The book is called 'Where She Went' and It's a Daryl Dixon fanfiction. Right now we're six chapters in and I'm determined to make this one a hit.

Have a safe evening, my dears.

-HowDULL

She swallowed thickly, causing her bone dry throat to express its condition with a dull ache. Her eyes darted around the room--she was surrounded.

To the left of the room was a collection of shadowy, dark figures. They were all shadowy and dark, but none so ominously void as they. To the right, there was a clump of people with blurred faces, like they were getting their privacy protected on a cop show. The front of the room was nothing but bodies, and those were recognizable enough.

Mommy.

Daddy.

Kate.

Kate, oh, she nearly cried at the thought of Kate. Poor sweet innocent Kate, the love of her life, her princess. Dead on the ground, eyes open and empty. Beyond Kate, she had bigger problems. However slowly, however silently, the figures were advancing. A sick chuckle bubbled into the room, from where she wasn't sure. She scanned the room to see, but when nothing made itself clear the laughing became a taunt. The people...the things were getting closer. Her right hand flew up to clap over her mouth, catching the tears that had started to dribble from her eyes as it held in her screaming. Her knees wobbled, but refused to buckle as the monsters approached from all sides.

She'd been left, abandoned, there was no one else! If she was going to do something, anything to stop them, she needed to act fast! Quick was the game, yes, she just needed to think! Even though she knew what she had to do, the forefront of her mind which would have done the necessary thinking was overwhelmed with gnawing panic.

Could she get out of this? Would it even matter if she could try thinking? No, it wouldn't. They were so near to touching her, hands reached out to taint her soft skin, they mustn't touch her, or she would be stuck with them for the rest of the night. She couldn't  allow another night like two years ago, she couldn't let them touch her.

Desperate, she opened her mouth to scream when the door opened with a heavy crank, and all the figures dissipated as she forced herself into a fully erect position.

"Ah, Miss Quinn. Are you excited for today?"

Harley forced a gagging swallow. "Remind me again?"

The nurse chuckled. "Why, you've got a clean bill of health! Not feeling loony today, are we?"

Harley forced a chuckle of her own. "Of course not, Nurse Whitlock. I'm probably saner than you."

She was lying, but what else was she supposed to do? She was only crazy when they gave her the pills. She was only really gone if the figures ever touched her. She knew that if they ever laid a hand on her, she would be crazy forever. And, that one had only brushed her arm, so she figured that didn't count.

The figures were leaving as the nurse gave Harley her street clothes. The last one was flickering away as she left her room, bolting the door behind her, locking her crazy away in the padded confines of the cell.