Greeting Insanity

chapter fourteen

 

For once, Reyna was not laying on her white cotton sheets, staring at the decorated ceiling. No, she was at her desk, examining another finished letter. One of her greatest fears would soon become a reality; her notebook was almost full. She had had the journal for many years, but not her entire life, as some would believe. However, she still wrote. Before she was emitted into the HTA, and even a few years into the organization, she would write on any surface provided. A scrap of parchment, the wall, her skin, the list goes on. If she could write on it, she would. She had just finished a rather rebellious letter to Silence, an old being that she met often. She and Silence never got on well, it was to be expected, but it saddened her deeply. You see, she held good relations with most of the objects she wrote to, and this stray friendship was doomed. A sigh left her moist lips, she had requested chap stick recently. She had applied often, hoping to stop the feverish habit of licking her lips. She gently shut her book, she needn't fuss over the capacity level. The HTA would purchase another journal at her command. She stood from the plastic chair, finally able to walk around the small area without collapsing. The scars were still very noticeable on her pale body; however, all had closed. She lifted her right hand and began tracing the wall closest to the door. Soon, her arm halted, reaching its destination, the mirror. It had been installed in record time, merely days prior. The words hadn't been spoken, but she knew the real reason for the new accessory. It was a two-way mirror. They needed to watch her, more than usual. Amusingly, she felt like a teenage girl again, huffing in annoyance at her protective parents. Sadly, this wasn't entirely true, her parents having abandoned her young. She could feel the rational part of her brain pulling tears, begging for some emotion. Her instinct to hate her parents took control, instead, just like when she was young. She could remember Nancy's face clearly whenever she had talked about her emotionless state whenever her parents were mentioned. She didn't need them. She had her own family. This leading to her "mental illness". Joy! Standing again, she turned from the two-way mirror, it only bringing sadness on the bored girl. She looked over her body again, having done this multiple times that day, at the scars that covered her slim frame. She was dressed in nothing but white track shorts and a white sports bra. White, ugh. In the limited coverage, she felt oddly comfortable, unashamed of her wounds. The lines were clearly visible in her current attire, being denied actual clothes. She walked from the center of the room back to the mirror. She wore a kind smile on her naturally pink lips, knocking on the glass gently. She knew someone was listening on the other side, most likely someone that enjoyed her presence. Tapping on the glass lightly, she spoke.

"Can I have some music, please?" Within seconds Coldplay was blasting into the plastic dungeon. She rarely listened to music, but whenever she did, they played this band for her. She never questioned the action, or requested a new artist, she just figured whomever played the band, rather enjoyed their music. Returning to her previous spot in the center of the room, Reyna began dancing. Not in a formal matter, rather a contemporary style, filled with hair flipping and hip swaying. She was so immersed in the dancing, she forgot to thank whoever had turned on the beloved noise. So focused on the carefree actions, that she was blissfully unaware of the extra onlookers through the blasted two way mirror.