The Legend Lives On

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Shaelynn's point of view

I arose from slumber must faster than usual. Yawning, I looked down and noticed my attire in awe.

A blue, medical dress was hanging over my body. My eyes travelled the room frantically, it was a white, comfy bedroom, but the door was different. It had a small square window to look through, and a small curtain you could pull down to have privacy. In the corner of the room was a video camera monitoring the tiny room I was in. Books were on a shelf, but they were children's stories.

I took a handful of my hair, frightened, and began to creep up to the door. Outside the window, was a long hallway dressed with the same doors as the one I gaped out of. It reminded me of a hospital.

A hospital? Did my parents send me to a hospital while I was asleep?

"Help!" I screamed, and screeched waiting for a response from someone. Anyone. "Please!" I began to beg.

Why were these hospital doors locked? Why were there people monitoring my room? What is happening?

I dropped to the ground and hugged my legs tightly. This was no ordinary hospital.

This was an insane asylum.

They really did think I was crazy. Not just my parents, everyone. They all thought I was crazy. They would have to have to somewhat believe I'm insane if you agree to put someone's daughter in the nuthouse.

It made me explore the fear that I had been avoiding for years, the one that my parents had interpreted onto me. What if I was crazy?

What if I see the world through different eyes and a unique point of view? What if I think everything is okay about me, when I really have a corrupted mind years behind how I'm suppose to be?

As much as I thought about it, I couldn't put the puzzle pieces together. I just couldn't believe that there was even a small chance that I was crazy. Every sign I encountered, pointed the other way. Every sign, except the one my parents held. If I really was insane, it was their fault.

A speaker sounded off from the speakers above me on the ceiling. "Your okay, Shaelynn. Everything is going to be fine, we have a nurse heading to your room."

Everything is going to be fine.

Going to be fine.

Be fine.

Fine.

My eyes shot open, and I hurriedly lifted myself up to see where I was. I lay in my room, my new room in my new house, on my new bed. There was no hospital, it was all a dream. No, a nightmare.

I knew the reason of this dream. It was because I was scared. I was frightened that my parents really would send me away. They claimed that they were looking into boarding schools, but what if they were lying. I really could end up in an insane asylum, or an orphanage. They could send me anywhere to get me out of their hair. I knew they love me, but they didn't want the responsibilities that come along with me. They expected a different child.

A wind blew my hair out of my heated face, and made me realize that my window was open. It was closed when I fell asleep, so why was it now opened?

My accusations were not of the fearful reasons, but of the one I wished for the most. Deep down inside, I was hoping it was the mysterious boy.

"Peter Pan?"

A couple seconds went by, making me doubt myself and my instincts. Maybe it was mum or dad who opened the window, and forgot to close it. I couldn't settle on this idea, for somewhere deep inside me, I knew it was the mysterious boy.