Blue-Green Silence

Chapter 1

   She ran through door, after door, after door, trying so desperately to find a way out. The area smelled of iron and mold, while the floor was damp, grey, and cracked as she ran over it as fast as she could. 'She's coming,' the voices stated. Every door she went through, their appeared another, only rising the panic inside her more. Each door had an odd red-brown symbol that  only confused the poor women who was running for her life.

   The whispering voices seemed to get louder and louder, and more frequent with every wild step she took. Each door she slammed through seemed to become smaller and smaller. 'She's coming!'  the voices exclaimed. The terrified women began panting from the panic and the exhaustion of running for such a long time. "Who's coming?!" the women yelled in distress.

'SHE'S COMING! '

   In that moment time seemed to stand still as the horrified, defenseless women came to a stop. She looked in despair as she gazed upon the door that was the size of a small tea cup. She may have been able to crawl though the previous smaller door with outstanding speed, but there was no getting though this one. 'End of the line,' the doomed women thought to herself morbidly.

   The room was dark with the walls seemingly out of reach, due to the women not wanting to explore in the black, meaning their had to be a decent amount of space. In some cases this proved to be quite useful, but in the women's case it was unsettling. You never know what could be lurking in the well-spaced shadows, which made women very unnerved.

   The only sounds that were existent in the room, were the women's heavy breathing after the voices had abruptly stopped, upon the women's discovery of  the small, useless door.  She now only stood, staring off into nothing, for she could not of course see. It seemed as if the silence would last forever, until one chilling voice finally sounded. 'She's...here'  The women froze in absolute fear and all breathing stopped. The darkness surrounding her seemed to become colder and it was so much more quieter than earlier now that it felt as if the world had stopped turning and time was completely frozen.

   The women's breath began to hitch as she witnessed one pale toe emerge from the darkness. Then a second and then two dirty, white feet and a set arms allowing a scraggly, brown head to make it's appearance. Eye's widening in fear, she realized it was the image of an eerie women. Her brown, tangled locks lie over her face, leaving all facial images, but her mouth, hidden. Her dirty, red fingernails twitched, as her lips opened to give a large grin, letting red spill from her toothy smile. The gore that hit the floor, made the same odd symbol the women had seen on the never ending doors that eventually placed her in this event. Next thing she knew, the word "Golden" started appearing in crimson all across the area that she could see, which still wasn't very far. In the very center of the written names there read, "Your Here".

   Golden Koltsova immediately sat up in bed at the sound of her alarm clock going off, bringing her back from the hell she had endured all night long. She sat panting and sweating from the traumatic slumber. "What the hell was that?" she grumbled to herself with her slight accent as she got out of bed. Mouth dry and head feeling groggy she walked down the hallway to make herself some breakfast, then she would afterwards get ready for her new job. Well not really new job. She would still be working with the same profession just in another work place, so a more appropriate way to put it would maybe be transfer.

   About two hours later, Koltsova arrived at a large building where at the front gates, there stood a large sign that said, "Richfield Mental Asylum" . Koltsova frowned at the chipped, old, light blue sign. She didn't particularly enjoy her job. She never really did. Dealing with all those patients can be such a pain sometimes and in some or most cases very unsettling. The only good things to look forward to are the rewarding paychecks and most rare cases, when a patient actually gets better and is released back into normal society. A patient getting better is like making someone smile for the first time in years. You get to watch that person recollect themselves one little bit at a time, although a lot of the patients, Koltsova sees don't get better. Their the worst cases.

   It's cold in the facility, as Golden enters with a chill up her spine ever so grateful she bothered to bring a jacket. She slipped that on while walking, having a bit of difficulty due to having to adjust her purse in the process while holding a cup of coffee. During the struggle, she hadn't noticed a male employee and bumped right into him, spilling the luckily (or maybe not so lucky due to the buildings temperature) cold beverage all over his front. "Aw shit!" the man said in irritation then looked up at the more than sorry women. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that," Golden apologized with anxiety written across her face.

   The man wiped at some of the liquid on his shirt and shook his hands away from his body. He scowled at her and walked off with a "Hmph!". Golden just stood there a few seconds then sullenly sighed and continued walking in the direction of her objective. Three hours later, Koltsova now stood before the door of her next patient. The day has gone well so far. Nothing abnormal has arisen yet, but she's still on her guard do to experiences in the past. Expect anything, even the unexpected.

   The dirty blonde exhaled a large breath of air outside of her next patient's room, and entered the territory cautiously. "Hello Mr. Hargrove, " Golden greeted with a kind smile, "I'm your new psychiatrist.". An African American male lay on a twin bed with his hands clasped on his stomach. He stared at the ceiling, not saying a word to his new shrink.

   The Russian women sighed and sat down in an old chair beside the bed. "So how are we today?" she asked still keeping a pleasant smile. The dark male stood still, staring at the ceiling with an empty stare. Koltsova began to feel awkward, although she has experienced many situations like these. She looked around the room trying to escape the deadly silence with wondering thoughts, but failed easily due to the bodies powerful presence.

   Finally the silence broke with a deep voice, "I'm doing alright today...How are you doing?"......