Angel by day, demon by night

Blue eyes pt 1

As I was getting into the main hall, I saw a guy struggling to break free. He looks 17-18 or so, his hair was jet black and needed a wash or two. He wore a tight white shirt and a bulky leather jacket and black jeans. He was pretty fit, possibly steroids and he's going to insanity. He yell and tried to fight back in order to break lose. And yet he won. He ran to my direction with his head down and somewhat...crying?

But at my rate of speed he tripped over something and landed right on top of me. We both blushed but I could tell I blushed more. The only thing that really caught my eye was his ocean blue eyes, how sad and hopeless they were. we stayed at this position for what feels like almost centuries but as the guards came up they picked him up as well as myself. That boy wasn't going to leave my mind for quite awhile now, especially his eyes. "I'm so sorry!" A girls voice called

Her eyes where a vivid colour of green and her hair was a dark brown. She seems a year older than me. She was quite slim and a bit of the same comparing to the boy. "I'm Julie, Arron's sister. The guy who just ran into you" she explained "I'm sorry, he just seemed so overwhelmed by the place, not to mention that last thing he saw with our parents...." I nod that the girl as she said her words with a flustered manner. "What was the last thing he saw to make him that, upset?" I asked tilting my head. "We rather not talk about it, it sometimes causes him to over react...""I understand." I said with a firm voice. She seems pretty nice.

As I started to walk I felt a stinging pain from my heal to my ankle. I intently fell down, whining in pain. "Here let me help you!" Julie said, gripping to my arm. I got up groaning of the pain in my ankle, could I have broken it? "My stupid brother! Oh he's going to hear from me once he gets his placement in here!" She said raging. "No it's okay, I don't want him to be anymore stress over as he is...could you possibly help me to the doctors?" I asked as she gave me a faint smile, her lips curved as if they did many times before.

As we walked, I decided to ask questions. "So, how old is your brother, not that I care, but just curious." "He's turning 18 this year, and yourself?" I chuckled "I'm 15, turning 16 in May, which is next year" she nodded as I knocked on the door. The nurse opened it and looked at us. "You new here" she said looking at Julie. "Yes! I'm just helping out this young woman, my brother..." "So he hurt another one didn't he?" We both looked puzzled as we came into the office. About 2-3 guys where here, one with a broken nose, the other with a needle getting removed from his eyeball. And I don't want to know what happened to the other guy... "He's a bit over temped but we got him to calm down. He's pretty strong and fast that one, but because of his condition, he has sent to depression, right next to red head here." She pointed at me, indicating my hot red hair that was dyed just a few days ago. My natural colour is dirty blonde.

As I was set on a bed I heard someone calling out for Julie, I took a peek and saw that it was her brother, Arron. He seemed a bit more buffed without his jacket, but a bit too skinny and haas small lines on his forearm. "Where is that girl?" He asked gripping on her shoulders. "Oh you mean the one you injured? Oh she's just getting her ankle checked that's all." She said with sarcasum within the voice. He then walked on by the beds on a look out for me. I started to Shake my hands and it made the bars quiver. As the nurse saw she would take a deep breath and sigh.

"Miss Nightowl, you seem to be in a very jittery behaviour" I tried to speak but only cracks of my voice came out. This was usually the first sign of panic or anxiety attacks for me. Shaking and unable to communicate properly. But as Arron saw me, my attack only got worse. I sweating and now almost losing sight of my eyes, I felt as if I was getting huge boulders placed around and on me. "Look girl, I'm so sorry for what I did, I wasn't thinking-" he would reach out his hand "Get away from me!" Id shout, only for him to have an almost sad and sorrow filled face. But just as I would jerk my hand I saw a long and sharp tool. A needle. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I SWEAR ILL KILL YOU!" Id yell. It felt like words where being placed in my mouth and spit back out. I was panicking. I couldn't breath properly and I would constantly yell out at random times. "Look at me in the eye flair" Arron said as he would point at his eyes. Why was he calling me flair? "Just look into my eyes, and only focus on me." He's say in a low tone. Almost as if he was hypnotizing me. "Flair, focus" he'd said firmly as my breathing would go back to normal. But at the sign of pain on my arm i screech out.