A Dozen White Envelopes

(Please read the blurb, as it will more than likely clear any confusion you have) :)

Lance Hoover

I sat across from Layne in her cell, looking at her tiredly. "Layne, I know you're not crazy. But I also know that you're unstable."

Layne shook her head. "Why can't you just TELL me what I'm doing in here? Why am I in a cell? I can't even remember what I've done wrong! I'm a DOCTOR. I should be able to get out of here RIGHT NOW."

"Because if I told you, then you WOULD go crazy. Some things are just better left unexplained, Layne." I replied, my face a mask of calm, even though I was going insane with sadness for my old colleague, the girl I had promised myself I would ask out, until she got married.

Layne stood up and flipped the plastic table over. She was attacking me, her hand enclosed around my throat, and shoving me up against the wall of her cell. "NURSE!" I choked out.

I ripped her hands away from my throat and pinned them behind her back, tackling her onto her bed. "Calm down, Layne. Just calm down. I'm not here to hurt you." I whispered in her ear.

Then, a nurse rushed into the room and injected the thrashing, struggling patient I had pinned down with a needle. Layne instantly calmed down, releasing a deep breath. I pulled away from her and gave her one last look before going back to my office.

I picked up my coffee and sipped it, not tasting the coffee, though. I looked down at my cup, seeing a pale blue liquid in it. I blinked dizzily and dropped my mug. I closed and opened my eyes, each time getting fuzzier.

The next thing I knew, I was looking face to face with Layne. And we were NOT in a cell.

~*~

Layne Goode

The needle slammed into my upper arm, instantly relaxing me, but also making the world fuzzy. The cell was spinning, and there were several Dr. Lance's backing away from me.

The walls of the cell disappeared, and everything was white for a moment. The next thing I knew, I was in a completely different place, sitting across a table from my doctor.

Was I really crazy? Was this all a hallucination? I didn't know whether to be scared or excited to be out of the nuthouse.

~*~

Poppy Haystack 

The slosh of the rain made no difference to me as I walked. Cold nights no longer bothered me, with a quick turn to the left I found myself in a darkened alley. It had become my favourite place. I curled up against the wall, the wet pavement soaked through my dark blue jeans. I pulled my ‘supplies’ from the inside of my tatty leather jacket. With shaky hands I filled the cigarette skin with small green leaves and hints of Tabaco. Luckily the rain was letting up enough that nothing was getting ruined. And by nothing, I mean my drugs. I looked down at my handy work, damp but ready to inhale.

             I put the joint to my lips and light it up. 

            With a sigh of relief I took a long drag and immediately felt something was wrong. I was dizzy. Too dizzy, something wasn’t right. I stood up and moved forward but then fell back against the damp bricks of the wall behind me. I needed something to keep me up, to keep me standing but my knees start knocking too badly for me to stand and I’m too confused to know how to keep up straight. The ground meets my face and I can feel the blood soak my skin but I can’t get up. Convulsing, suddenly the rain seems heavier than before. That’s when it happens, the sound of footsteps so close to my ear that if I could move I’d probably flinch. But I can’t do anything but let my vision become enveloped in darkness.