Alright chapter 6! Thank to those who are reading this and I hope you like the chapter :)
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Such as the shade that is as rich as the earthy ground,
But finds its solid form plain as day.
While rising from birth with hidden knowledge and trust,
It finds itself unable to rely on its wistful mind.
Though it doesn't seem to find happiness within itself,
It can't realize how much the world depends on it.
-Kalee E
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Who am I, what am I, why does one exist to contemplate about such reasons but to never find the answer of which they have been seeking. If I keep wondering will I slowly begin to fade into these plan walls that have become both my comfort and sorrows? Will the questions that repeat in my head begin to make sense after I had said them for the hundredth time?
Is it meant for us humans to live in such a place where we doubt our existent? Must we continue to walk this path that is unknown to our mind but somehow leads to a secret destiny that is hidden from us?
Do I even know what I look like anymore?
Blonde, brown, white...what? Was it my eyes that where white or that my skin that was blonde? No, no I'm wrong. My skin is translucent and practically clear like the walls of my mind. My hair...my hair is dull from the lack of the golden globe above our world and barely even noticeable against the light. My eyes though, I cannot remember their color. At one time I would have called them a warm brown like the color of freshly melted chocolate.
Though I doubt that now, seeing that everything fades over time. The only time I ever see my reflection is on the blurry windows and glass doors for the cafeteria. Though the refection was truly clear, I could always caught a glimpse of the since vibrant colored eyes turn glassy with comatose.
I need to wake up. I have to wake up.
Otherwise...I'll surely disappear completely this time.
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Seating myself upon my bed, I felt the warm hand press against my forehead as I waited for the results. Last night had been dreadful. Though I didn't have any nightmares, I found myself tossing and turning in my bed as the sensation of cool water poured down my face. When I woke up though I realized it had been sweat and found the room unbearably hot. During the morning Nancy had somehow snuck into the room in order to serve me breakfast again but upon my soaked form rushed out to fetch Dr. Trace. I didn't know what I exactly looked like but from the reaction upon Dr Traces alarmed face seemed to pretty much sum up my question.
"It seems you have fever." Dr. Trace finally said after the long silence, his eyes holding slight concern.
"Would that explain why I was sweating last night then?" I asked curiously, wiping away a few stray beads of perspiration that slide down my forehead. Though we did have conditioner in these rooms, mine didn't seem to be working properly at this moment.
"Yes it would appear so." Dr Trace nodded as he took out a small pen from his shirt pocket. In his left hand he held a board with some documents as he quickly wrote something down.
"Do you have any medicine for this fever?" meekly inquired, my knotted mess of humid hair still clinging to my face as I tried to sweep it behind me. It didn't work though, seeing it returned to its place again the skin of my cheeks and forehead. Sighing, it appear that today wasn't going to be one of the greatest I had...but then again since when did people have good days in mental hospitals?
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