Rhine's P.O.V
"White" I said, smiling.
"You feel.. white?" Asked the counselor.
I turned suddenly and looked at him, "Oh yes! What else am I supposed to feel?" I said and my eyes looked back toward the ground.
The counselor quirked a brow and raised his pen to his mouth, "Emotions, perhaps?" I looked at him once more, he was bald, and fat, and, well, hideous. I was one to say that though. I was bird-like, and scrawny, and, well, morbid.
"Am I supposed to feel blue, or green when all I see is... white?" I stopped smiling and turned. I reached one of my hands out to the wall. It was white and lines with spikes, well it was in my head. I touched it and pricked my finger, I quickly drew my hand back and looked back toward the counselor. "White is an ugly feeling," I said. "At least I don't feel.. black." I said. "Black is worse than white. It is darkness, where the monsters hide. When it is white, I feel nothing. Nothing can happen." I said. My wide my eyes stared back at him, and I erupted with laughter.
The counselor quickly wrote something down and stood, "I believe that's enough for today." He said and scuttled out of the room and down the hall. I waved goodbye, giggling. Two nurses came to take me back to my room. I growled and snapped at them. They walked me into my room and swiftly ties my hands behind my back.
They shortly left and and I was there to sit out the rest of the day, alone. I laughed again and collapsed onto my bed. "I never should have come here, no one tried to save me. I guess I'll always be crazy, this is an Insane Asylum, and I'm ne-ever leaving."
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Shadow Of My Youth
Mystère / ThrillerThe walls where stained white, as though they used to be a different color before someone cleaned them. Scrubbed them free of their sins. The air was heavy with the smell of medication and cleaning alcohol. The restraints that bound me to the table...
