B l a n k

Chapter 3

(Hey there! This is my first author’s note so far, and I just wanted to say a few things. One, I understand this chapter must seem really confusing and unrealistic, but the answers to any questions will most likely be answered in the next chapter. If not, feel free to ask me directly and I’ll probably come up with an answer. And two, I noticed it’s kinda short, too. I’ll try to make up for that in the next chapter.  Anyways, enjoy!)

Well, I don’t know about you, but in the extremely vulnerable state I was in, all I wanted to really do was hurl a chair at whatever had just said that. No, I take that back. I would send the entire dining room at the thing if I could. Sadly, chairs weren’t readily available in my cell, much less a dining room. Instead I took a moment to calm myself with some deep breathing, and when I was done, I whipped my head around. As I twisted, my balance was sent was off and I ended up squashing my restrained arms on the floor. At first I saw nothing, of course, so I rolled over and began to search my vision, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

Well, that ‘thing out of the ordinary’ was as obvious against the white ceiling as a cat with wings.

Well, now that I think about it, it was a cat with wings.

Naturally my first thought was: What the hell?

The thing drifted down, flapping it’s shining black wings, which were completely different from it’s calico colored pelt, until it was right in front of my face, it’s little pink nose almost touching my own, it’s flaming amber eyes looking straight into mine. I sat up in surprise, and ended up hitting it square in the face and knocking it to the ground. I didn’t bother to apologize, as I was too freaked out by the entire ordeal, though I had a feeling this scene was just getting started.

“Hey!” it growled in somewhat of a feminine, though scratchy voice that I in no way could have expected, "no love for an old friend?" Then she(I'll just assume it's a female) looked up, and her gaze softened, which I was pretty sure was impossible beforehand.

I flinched away in surprise, as she approached me, as I, again, didn't expect a freaking cat with wings to be coming at me, though I must admit it was probably the most interesting thing in this place so far. I mean it was another color, other than white!

"Wha- Who are you?" I stammered, my hands trying feebly to break free of their prison of white straps to protect myself against her if she attacked me.

She looked a bit offended at my gesture of surprise and fear, but she stopped where she was anyways, wrapping her tail around her paws as she sat down gracefully on one of the higher-elevated places on the floor, "How could you forget?"

I didn't answer. Just silence.

"Hello?" she drew out, in almost a mocking manner.

I still couldn’t hear any bells ringing.

“Ugh...” she flopped down onto the ground in the most dramatic way I’ve ever seen a cat pull off. Her tail was twitching in annoyance, while her ears were down, as if she was sad. She looked up at me with her blazing eyes, and murmured, “My name is Sketch. I’ve been your best friend since you were six years old,” her wings fluttered down to splay out to her sides, “They always tried to to convince you that I wasn’t real, I was impossible, but I’m here, aren’t I?” she sat up, though her wings were still limp, the tips of her silky primary feathers brushing the floor. She sighed, “I guess those doctors are right. You’ve lost your memory.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, looking her over for a few silent moments, before getting on my knees and shuffling over to the little cat. I wished I could have scooped her up, maybe because I felt compelled to comfort her or something, but again, I couldn’t move my arms.

Stupid straightjacket, ruining the moment...

‘Sketch’ looked up at me, smiling, and flapped her wings until she was right in front of my face again.

“I’m glad you feel that way, Kye,” she answered my unspoken words, before turning my face to the side, “because I have two other little ones to show you.”

Oh God.

I turned my head and, no doubt, the next thing I saw was the most freaking cute thing ever. Well, the cutest thing I had seen so far anyways.

That next thing happened to be two kittens. They were curled up in a little ball, snuggled close to each other. One was black with tiny stars of white littering it’s pelt, while the other harbored a downy blanket of silver and grey that didn’t quite reach it’s white under-belly. The black one’s forepaw was hanging over the other’s head,while it’s hind-leg was sticking up into the cold air, twitching a few times before falling back to the white padding.

Sketch flitted over to the two bundles of fur, and tapped each on the head, first the black, then the silver, “These are my daughters, Void and Lock-pick, respectively,” and when she did this, I could have sworn I saw two wings flick up slightly at her touch.

My eye twitched, replacing the other movements in my face, as they had been frozen like an icicle in shock. I simply pushed myself backwards with my feet before landing and sinking in the plush floor.

It took awhile for my brain to process this. I mean, first a flying, talking, mind-reading cat that I apparently knew since I was little, memories of which having followed the rest of my past experiences. Then, two kittens (also including wings) with the most weird-ass names one could create. Plus, a bonus of being (yes I’m mentioning this again; deal with it) in a mental hospital. Did I win a jacked-up lottery or something?

When all of this cycled through my head, I sat upright again, took a deep breath, and yelled as loud as I could, “What the absolute fuck?”

It felt pretty good to get that out.

That’s about the time that the patients in the few other cells around me got really stirred up again and started to scream and holler at the top of their lungs.

Fantastic...