Asylum

Vanilla

After dinner I went back to the room, two guards by my side the whole time, but Phil was able to walk alone. He smirked at me every time I looked over and I glared at him. By tonight I would be surprised if I didn't rip his eyes out. Phil walked in and asked the guards to give him another journal, then he sat back down in his corner and wrote a bit in the journal he already has.

I sat down on my bed and closed my eyes, but didn't sleep. My arms were crossed over my chest, as they would be if I were standing up. Phil was STILL writing, i wonder what. Maybe look when he sleeps? I dont know yet.

All of a sudden there was a loud crash and I am pushed against the wall, the scent of Vanilla Extract filling my nose, making me almost puke. "What the hell?" I look up at Phil standing over my bed.

"Heya petals..." he says "What's up?" His face was almost expresionless, not that I can even see it in the dark. "What the fuck did you do? Why does it smell like a fairy puked?" I look around and see a brownish substance spread across the floor. I look back and him and he shrugs, seemingly unfazed. "I assumed you poured the vanilla extract everywhere." Phil says.

"No, I didn't because I was on my bed the entire time. Stop bullshitting me and clean it up." I glare and him. "I'm going to puke this smells so strong."

"I like the smell." He says shrugging. "And why don't you clean it up, your the pastel fairy here."

I close my eyes and sit criss cross on my bed. "Clean it up or I will personally kill you and use that goddamn vanilla extract to hide the scent of your rotting corpse. And don't think I wont. I have before." I open my eyes again.

"Pfft" He goes and lays down. I stand up and walk over to him. I put my hand around his neck and quickly cut of his breathing.

He struggles around my tight grip but I don't move. His lips are losing color but only anger is in his eyes. He kicks me in the gut several times before I stumble back. He is playing it cool but I can tell he still cant breath right yet.

I sit back on my bed and he approaches me. "Don't try to fight me. Your breathing pattern gives away everything. You are tired, and your lungs have closed. Go get some help" I look up at him.

"Yeah..... Righ....t....." He says taking a shaky step towards you.

"Are you stupid?" He goes to lunge but his movements are slow and I land a blow directly onto his neck, making him stumble backwards.

"Get. Some. Help." His lips are purple but he doesn't move towards the door or the button on the wall that calls a guard in if something is wrong. So f-ing stubborn.... I press the button on the wall to call for a guard. "This fuckwad is dying over here!" I shout and the guards burst through the door. I sit back down and ignore their questions as they take him away. The idiot.... The guards keep asking what happened and the silent doc rushes in. "WHAT HAPPENED" he asked in sign language. I close my eyes and mouth back to him "he tested me."

The doc purses his lips and does a lap around the room, furiously stomping around. "And he didn't attack back?" He says when he gets back to you.

"He did." I mouth. This doc... Man he can be annoying but I know he is only trying to help, unlike some of the others. Damn.... Now i feel bad about stressing the doc...

"Sorry...... About stressing you....?" I say aloud. He looks happy and surprised. As expected.

Oh my. Since when did i feel bad for things?