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'...'means that Jamie himself is thinking this
... (italicized dialogues) are the dialogues of the Voice
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Chapter 1: Genesis or Revelation?
**Jamie's POV**
The sky outside was slowly clearing up, revealing an endless blue… an endless void of blue that reminds me of—
—his eyes…
Pfft… I was going to say 'the open sea'. But his eyes work too. I sighed. Sometimes these voices don't realize that I am actually trying to forget about that boy with the bright blue eyes and white hair; Jack Frost.
I watched as the sun slowly began to peek through the gray clouds, indicating the end of the downpour that soaked the front lawn of Saint Dymphna's Mental Asylum. I leaned forward, hands cupping my face, as the sunlight began to illuminate the wet grass, reflecting back tiny pearls of light.
"Beautiful isn't it?" a voice behind me sounded. I turned around, not entirely happy, though not entirely angry at the interruption; especially since the interrupter was actually Nurse Beatrice.
"I brought your lunch," she said.
"What is it?" I asked, facing her. She smiled sympathetically and I made a face. She laughed as she removed the cover with a flourish: sweet and sour chicken strips. Yum.
I laughed, "Nurse Bea, this is delicious. Thank you. Why was your smile sad?" I asked.
She winked, "A good joke needs to sell, Jamie. And you can't sell a good joke without feeling the joke itself." I chuckled.
"Nice line, Nurse Bea. I'll keep that in mind."
"Okay, Jamie. Now, eat up, your 30 minutes start now. I'll return for your plate at precisely 12:47." She said, and with that, she walked outside and closed the door.
I dug in, my hunger getting the best of me… but I suddenly stopped. I winced and I smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, God," I looked up. I put down my spoon and fork, clasped my hands together and prayed quickly. Then I dug in again.
Only 15 minutes have passed and I'm already finished. I returned to my desk, where I found my papers crumpled from my leaning forward just now. I sighed at my absent-mindedness.
I looked out the window; the voices began to whisper words to me as I stared at the now cloudless sky. I lazily grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote them down, all the while holding my gaze to the heavens. When I looked down, I wasn't surprised to see my handwriting to be flawless, my words straight and without erasures.
'A poem?' I asked.
We say what comes… the voices said passively.
I vaguely wondered what comes to them, but as I read the poem their brains (do hallucinations have brains?) concocted, I stopped that train of thought:
"And there it is, the forlorn beauty,
Of a sad farewell made pretty.
Though tell me not the reason why,
You come to me to say goodbye.
A kiss to seal the deal,
But why leave when you know I'm here?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
But abandonment risks forget
Though no tangible line is border
Forgetting dulls regret.
Years pose no repose
To a broken heart far from repair
And here the descent begins
Subtle yet powerful, finding Love is a chore
And the choice of forget is no more.
Remembering brings tears,
Yet, now `tis the only abode remaining.
In the world of confusion and fears
Sanity remains only within."
I felt something cold and acidic pull my heart, dragging it down to a salty pool of tears and despair… a place I felt was so familiar to me… yet why couldn't I remember it? I mean surely a place of such pain and sadness would leave a mark… right?
I heard the door behind me open, its tell-tale squeak signaling the entrance of…
"Jamie, have you finished your food, yet?"
Nurse Beatrice. Who else to expect?
Jack, of course!
'Oh, hush.' I scolded them, though there was no malice in my thoughts.
"Yes, Nurse Beatrice." I said, smiling at her before ducking back down to continue analyzing the poem.
"What's that?" she asked, making small talk as she kept my plates.
"Just something I came up with…" I said, not really paying attention to our conversation.
"Is it the sequel to your first book?" she asked excitedly. I whipped my head around, my face holding a smile reserved for discussing my favorite things… in this case my book.
"Nope… but I'm halfway!" I said, mirroring her excited tone. My smile became a fond one, reserved only for Nurse Beatrice. She's a kind nurse, the only one who ever bothered to ask me about my hobbies, and who took it upon herself to discuss it with me whenever she came around.
"Can I see?" she asked, her eyes alight. I hesitated, though I quickly got over it. Nurse Beatrice was kind; she wasn't judgmental, was she?
I smiled, "Sure." I handed over the poem.
I saw her eyes read through the words, her excitement dimming but not disappearing, proving that she was reading it, but not just skimming the writing. She smiled when she finished.
"How?" she looked up, her smile was still on her face, but there was a questioning look in her eyes. I sighed. Nurse Beatrice was a nice nurse and all, but I haven't trusted her with my… problem yet. And I doubt I'll be able to. I mean, look at it from not my point of view: If the writings of an author were claimed to have come from "voices" in his head, wouldn't it be dubbed as… unorthodox? And that's to say the least… the words insane, crazy, mad swirled around my head.
Before I knew it, Nurse Beatrice was waving her hand at my face: "Hello? Earth to Jamie?" she said, her face and tone concerned. I blinked.
"Oh, sorry, Nurse Beatrice," I apologized, "Ummm... just now, before you came in to collect my dishes. 'Free-writing' is the term right?" I said, nonchalantly, yet with just the hint of pride to make the kind nurse see I wasn't belittling my talents.
The nurse nodded, understanding dawning on her features, though whether I gave a half-truth and she noticed that or she bought the lie completely and was in awe was unclear. She stood up with my tray and said goodbye. She closed the door, her smile still lingering in my thoughts.
Poor girl, you didn't tell her about us, did you?
I sighed.
'Nope…'
Hi guys! The next Chapter's gonna come up soon! :D R&R please! SUPER SORRY FOR THE LATE SEQUEL!
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