It all started years ago, back when I was two. Ever since I had gotten here, something seemed wrong.
One day I remember being in the snow, frozen cold and frail from lack of food or water. The next, I was in a comfortable place, food and water was provided for me and everything. It was warm and fuzzy, enjoyable.
After that day, I woke up here. Since day one, the nurses always smile those creepy smiles, even when they're wearing those calming pastel colors colors. Doctors are the same as the nurses, wearing masks and laughing creepily. On the other hand, the people that are here are the complete opposite. Everyone here is friendly and kind, the atmosphere light, yet tense.
I sit in the waiting room with several others, playing with the bottle of water in my hand. Next to me sat a friendly person, Tiffany. She has summer green eyes, lavender hair and fair but lightly tanned skin.
Currently she sat running my ear off about how much she really cares about going outside. I listened intently, nodding and agreeing every now and again, but silently planned an escape with her. The stories she tells me always seem to enlighten me, lifting my imagination into the air and letting it soar with each and every detail.
"And that's all I can remember! Isn't that awesome?" Tiffany says, startling me from my deep abyss of imagination. She shows off her snow white teeth and hugs me after I nod. "I'm gonna go to the garden!" Is the last thing she cheers before skipping off towards the garden.
I uncross my legs, watching until she turned the corner. A nurse walks past with a cart of supplies and I head for the library. Several people stare as I make my way.
Nobody ever really goes to the library nowadays. It's always filled dust and little creepy crawlers at each corner. I don't understand why, though.
I walk into the small book filled area and state out the only window near the garden. If the hospital bed wasn't as comfortable, I'd come sleep in the massive piles of books and dust bunnies I made into a bed and fort. Hey, if the others sleep on a rock filled bed, I can sleep on books.
I stretch out on the dusty book bed and make a dust pillow. I set my locked filled head onto the small pile of dust and nap.
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Finally Free {COMPLETED}
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