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I had just got into the asylum, I hated it, we were on a constant schedule for everything, including when we had to eat. What if I wasn’t hungry? It was now tea time; I had been walking around in circles for ages trying to find the eating hall, I hadn’t quite got my bearings yet.
As I walked around the corner I stepped into the middle of two men, one was dark and one was sun kissed. I caught the small part of their conversation. “Yes my prince.” What a prince?!? No it couldn’t be, I must have heard it wrong. They looked up at me, somewhat shocked looking.
“Umm I’m sorry; I’m just new here and I haven’t quite managed to find the eating hall.” I spoke shyly.
“Of course, you’re the new girl! Hi I’m kheelan,” said the sun kissed boy. “And this is Blake, he is a worker here.” Kheelan pointing to the dark man.
“Would you like us to take you there?” Blake said, not even wanting for my answer he started walking to show the way.
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The light poured down into my room from a small, square window; my room was a prison cell. At the mental home each person had their own room. It was bare apart from a bed. In the high care part of the asylum padding covered the walls. We were constantly being monitored.
The other people here had various problems, from bulimia to cutting themselves. All had bed hospitalized before they came here. It was the last report for parents, their final hope for their children to get over their mental torments. The reasons for these torments were all nearly the same; divorced parents, body image problems, assault of various sorts, or even boy issues. I was the exception, my torments were meant to be fictional, impossible. No one believed me about the fey. I never had much freedom at home because of the fey, now it was because of the mental home workers.
The mood in the mental home was depressing, I may have been tormented before but now I was downright depressed. All day everyday you had too much time to think about things you wished to forget.
My body had healed from the night the dark fey came on to, but I still had reminders of that night including scars that decorated my stomach, the fey had ripped my top off. It came from my left hip to my right shoulder, crossing my breast and mingling with the previous fey made scars.
I had one friend here at the mental home, his name was Kheelan. I never figured out why Kheelan was here but after being with him I would feel slightly better. Kheelan was tall, well toned, but no bulky. His hair was blonde, with streaking that looked the sun had kissed his head. When I asked him why he was here he would just change the topic and look slightly queasy.
That was where I was going to go; I had had enough of moping about. I slipped my arm into the strap of my fake Gucci bag. I sneaked a look at the mirror, what I saw made me feel self conscious; I had regrowth where my black dyed hair was growing out to reveal my natural blonde. I walked out the door.
“And where are you going Renae?” Blake asked, he was my favourite worker here. He had dark chocolate coloured eyes with crow’s feet around them due to the fact he was always smiling. Whenever lake talked you knew straight away where he was from. He had a severe Texas cow boy accent. I liked how he sounded but I often heard the other people complaining and bitching about it.
“Oh you know, I’m trying to run away again. You can only take so much torture.” I said very seriously, raising my eyebrows in a queen like manner, I was trying to encourage a smart arse reply.
“Oh really, well I’m going to stop you. Maybe I should escort you to Kheelan’s room, I’m sure he will convince you to stay.” Blake replied, a ‘told you so’ smirk playing on his face.
I started walking down the corridor to kheelan’s room, Blake fell into step with me by the time we were at the first corner. The mental home had lots of corners because it was built in a square.
I was just about to knock on Kheelan’s door when it opened, revealing my own personal sanctuary; it was the opposite to the rest of the mental home.
“Hey, I thought I heard your elephant footsteps,” Kheelan said with a wicked grin upon his gorgeous face.
“Don’t be so god damned nasty to Renae,” said Blake ever so seriously.
“Nah I love her,” Kheelan replied pulling me closer to him with a hug.
“Well I’m going to go now that I know Renae won’t be running away any time soon.” Blake said with a wave.
“So you’re going to run away, are you?” asked Kheelan when Blake went around the corner.
“Nah, maybe. O.k. I was,” I said. Kheelan somehow knew when I was trying to make something sound like a joke when it really wasn’t.
I put my arms around his hips pulling him even closer. There was something about Kheelan’s presence that immediately made me feel calmer and lighter. Like after a light faery had healed me.
“Nae, why do you do this to yourself? Whenever the workers decide you can go home, is when you will go, not before; these stunts of yours will just prolong your time in here.”
Kheelan had always called me Nae. I had never liked the my name. “Well I’m just showing them I have some will power and even a very small rebellious streak left in me,” I tried to explain, even though I hadn’t even really tried to run away. I had already tried that; it didn’t work well. Now did I not only have one worker watching me, I had three. The only time they weren’t watching me like a hawk was this time of day; where they went for lunch and the video cameras took over.
