"How's your medications helping?" The menacing voice in my mind calls out to me, and I jolt up.
"NO!" I cry out, grabbing both sides of my ears and screaming at the top of my lungs.
I rock back in forth, the wall tapping the top of my head as I do so. I can't hear the voices this way, and it's calming. It helps. This is why my room in this hospital is far from other people. The doctor's allowed it, seeing as I told them profusely to do it.
Nothing else echoes in my ears, and I sighed in relief, taking a deep breath and curling back up into my colorful sheets. They are neon green, pink and black. I love those colors, and my doctor bought them for me which makes them better. He's like a stepdad.
The pillow is extra fluffy just like I like it. It is filled with feathers, unlike many pillows that have stuffing. Feathers don't flatten as easily, and I've always liked birds. Strings of lights light up the perimeter of my room, the ends carrying plastic birds of all different colors. A chirping noise follows me on my nightstand. It's my alarm clock. It has soothing sounds on it to help me sleep.
Shutting my eyes that can't stay open much longer, I breathe in calmly with the sounds of birds chirping in my ears.
An alarm signals my brain to wake up and scatter off of my bed and hit my head. Groaning, I pick my body up and throw the sheets back onto the mattress. "What is it now?" I ask the nurse who enters my room with a clipboard.
"Someone is here to see you, Zoe." She furrows her brows but ushering me to the door.
"And who do you think you are?" I cross my arms, growling.
Two men in suits stand in front of me. Both are wearing a tie. One has a pin attached to it, engraved with an unknown symbol. Their faces are hard, wrinkled. One is frowning, one is not.
"Zoe," one of the nurses standing beside the men warns.
One of the men takes two steps forward.
"Wheres doctor Blaine?" I turn to a nurse beside of me. I never cared to memorize their names.
"He is not here today." She replied bluntly.
I cross my arms and turn my attention back to the men. "What do you want?"
"Some friends of our would like to talk with you," he offers a smile.
I finally find his name badge -- Markus.
"Don't let them take you," a voice says.
"Don't do it!" It repeats.
"Shut up," I hiss, glaring to the side.
The suited man's eyes narrow in confusion. "I'm sorry?"
Someone covers my ears, but I slap them away with another growl. "It's 7 in the morning. What do you want already?"
"Um, like I said, my friends would like to speak with you. Your nurses informed me they already packed you a bag."
"I hate you all," I mumble as a lady hands me a flower printed bag.
Next, I slip into a car.
"What are you doing?! Jump out!"
I smirk, shaking my head and buckling up.
"Get. Out."
The next thing I hear is something smashing against metal. No more voices for the moment, as that's happened before.
I twist at my hair as the car goes into motion. Passing the medical facility, I continue to play with my hair.
"Could you stop twisting your hair?" A man sitting beside of me in the car grumbles.
"Can you stop breathing?"
He shoots me a glare, and the driver sighs. "Zoe, we're here to help with your voices. Our friends think we know what's going on with you. So can you just- get along with us?"
"I can, but that's not what I want to do."
We sit in silence for thirty minutes, my inner clock tells me so. Breathing in, I'm still twisting my hair but playing the ABC car ride game. By myself. I could ask if the other people want to play, but they seem like stick in the muds. I wonder what I'm doing anyway. I mean, they say they can help me but no one has been able to so far.
But I guess I gotta give this a shot, at least. No reason why I shouldn't.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's that song playing on the radio?" I perk up, sitting straighter and staring at the radio box.
The driver turns up the volume.
Drop your worries
You are gonna turn out fine
Oh, you turn out fine
Fine, oh, you turn out fine
"I remember this song!" A tear escapes my eye.
This used to be my favorite song as a child! I loved it so much I would play it out loud in my room all the time, on repeat enough for my family to yell at me.... Ha..
Family.
But you gotta keep your head up
My smile returns once more, and I sing along. I can stay positive with this song, I feel invisible! Like I could run for miles and never get tired, I could climb a mountain and see the most beautiful things. All the little burdens I have can be fixed. That I will be okay, and these voices will go away.
I just gotta keep my head up, right?
The car finally stops two hours later, and I find myself at another secluded building. There are large doors as if it keeps storage, and the building itself, on the outside, looks to be crumbling and already in pieces. Cement is splattered on random scars, and I cringe.
"This place could use some work,"
"Yeah, well so could you but I haven't complained." A man in a uniform opens the door for me, grumbling.
"You should check yourself in the mirror sometime, it might put you into reality." I shoot him a glare, slamming the door on his hand and walking along with the other men.
And you can let your hair down, eh
I smile and sing along with the song, but stopping right in my tracks for what is in front of me.
"Robots?!"
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Wanted (Transformers fanfiction)
Fanfiction..:Darkness doesn't always follow the normal..: Zoe isn't who you'd expect of a 14-year-old girl. At the age of 13, she was introduced to a mental asylum, where she is being cared for. She has schizophrenia... or does she really? There are voices...
