I'm baaaaack! Who missed me?! Oh well, anyway, I'm actually writing again.
This is also an original Irken fic thing, as was my other. YES, it does
belong here. May I stress the point that it is about IRKENS and therefore
belongs in the IZ section. Don't question me, I know what I'm doing.
Anywho, Nihon and some of his friends are in this one. Anata will be in it
again. This is mostly just about the nice little nut cases in the Irken
mental asylum. Have fun reading!
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Insanity Has its Good Points
By AnataOfIrk
1 Chapter One – Depression
"Gwen, it's time for your medicine."
The soft voice and jangle of keys outside her door awakened the young girl from her gentle sleep. She blinked once, eyes focusing on the bright white of her room. Her door slowly opened, but Gwen only ducked below the sheets of her bed and pulled them over her head.
"Come now, Gwen." A young, female nurse stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. In her hand were the small pillbox and a glass of pale white liquid that she brought for her patient. Gwen slowly peeked up from her sheets at the nurse, and grudgingly sat up. "Good girl," the nurse praised. She set the liquid on the small table by Gwen's bed and opened the pillbox. She pulled out the tiny, pink pill and held it out to Gwen.
"I brought you special flavor wash-down, this time," she said, motioning to the milky liquid, "I bet you'll like it."
Gwen stared up at the nurse a moment, took the pill between her thumb and index finger, and looked it over. "What flavor?" she asked quietly.
"It's a surprise," the nurse replied, "Just try it." She held out the glass as Gwen continued to eye her pill, then the liquid. After some time, Gwen surrendered and put the pill in her mouth. She took the nurse's liquid, and drank it down. "There. Good?"
Gwen paused, swishing the last of the fluid around in her mouth. "Good," she answered with a nod. "What time is it?"
"Why it's halfway through the day already," the nurse said. "To be exact," She looked down at her watch, "it's 12:32." She held out her hand and Gwen handed her the empty glass; then the nurse picked up the pillbox as well and placed it in her pocket. "How about I open the window? It'll help you wake up a bit." She went to the window and pulled open the curtains. The woman didn't bother asking if it was better. Gwen would answer 'no'. Being the depressive girl she was, Gwen wanted dark rather than light, but either way she hardly cared anyhow.
"Can I visit Nihon, today?" Gwen asked softly. She often changed subject quickly. It was in her nature they supposed.
"Certainly. But he's at an appointment with the psychiatrist right now, so you'll have to wait." The nurse then headed for the door. "I have to go," she informed Gwen. "Someone will get you when Nihon comes back."
Gwen answered with a simple nod, and the nurse waved and left. Gwen sat in silence then, staring at the walls of her white room. She got to her feet slowly and steadied herself from the usual morning dizziness she had. She was exhausted. She had hardly slept a wink the past night. Only in the morning, only an hour before the nurse had come did she actually sleep. She'd thought the insomnia was over, that she could sleep now. But it came back, sure and strong as ever. Gwen would tell the nurses, but she didn't feel like telling them her problems. Maybe she never would.
With a small yawn, she unsteadily made her way to the dresser that stood across the room's width from her bed, and opened the top drawer. Inside rested a stack of papers. Photos and drawings, they were; many, many of them. Gwen pulled the top three out and a picked up a small ball of sticky tack.
"I wish Nihon were back," she whispered to herself as she stuck a piece of the tack to each of the pictures. "If he were here, he'd help me." She stuck the posters up on the wall one at a time and stood back to look at them. The first was of an Irken singer: her favorite. She had gotten to meet her long ago when she was better. She got her autograph and a nice close-up photo. It was a good time.
The second was a drawing of her SIR from back home. It was very colorful and bright, with yellows, oranges, and reds. She used to love those colors. Now she loved none, but if she had to choose, it was black or dark blue.
The third of the pictures was a photo of Nihon. Looking at it, she smiled softly. He was her only friend. Her only true friend.
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Insanity Has its Good Points
By AnataOfIrk
1 Chapter One – Depression
"Gwen, it's time for your medicine."
The soft voice and jangle of keys outside her door awakened the young girl from her gentle sleep. She blinked once, eyes focusing on the bright white of her room. Her door slowly opened, but Gwen only ducked below the sheets of her bed and pulled them over her head.
"Come now, Gwen." A young, female nurse stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. In her hand were the small pillbox and a glass of pale white liquid that she brought for her patient. Gwen slowly peeked up from her sheets at the nurse, and grudgingly sat up. "Good girl," the nurse praised. She set the liquid on the small table by Gwen's bed and opened the pillbox. She pulled out the tiny, pink pill and held it out to Gwen.
"I brought you special flavor wash-down, this time," she said, motioning to the milky liquid, "I bet you'll like it."
Gwen stared up at the nurse a moment, took the pill between her thumb and index finger, and looked it over. "What flavor?" she asked quietly.
"It's a surprise," the nurse replied, "Just try it." She held out the glass as Gwen continued to eye her pill, then the liquid. After some time, Gwen surrendered and put the pill in her mouth. She took the nurse's liquid, and drank it down. "There. Good?"
Gwen paused, swishing the last of the fluid around in her mouth. "Good," she answered with a nod. "What time is it?"
"Why it's halfway through the day already," the nurse said. "To be exact," She looked down at her watch, "it's 12:32." She held out her hand and Gwen handed her the empty glass; then the nurse picked up the pillbox as well and placed it in her pocket. "How about I open the window? It'll help you wake up a bit." She went to the window and pulled open the curtains. The woman didn't bother asking if it was better. Gwen would answer 'no'. Being the depressive girl she was, Gwen wanted dark rather than light, but either way she hardly cared anyhow.
"Can I visit Nihon, today?" Gwen asked softly. She often changed subject quickly. It was in her nature they supposed.
"Certainly. But he's at an appointment with the psychiatrist right now, so you'll have to wait." The nurse then headed for the door. "I have to go," she informed Gwen. "Someone will get you when Nihon comes back."
Gwen answered with a simple nod, and the nurse waved and left. Gwen sat in silence then, staring at the walls of her white room. She got to her feet slowly and steadied herself from the usual morning dizziness she had. She was exhausted. She had hardly slept a wink the past night. Only in the morning, only an hour before the nurse had come did she actually sleep. She'd thought the insomnia was over, that she could sleep now. But it came back, sure and strong as ever. Gwen would tell the nurses, but she didn't feel like telling them her problems. Maybe she never would.
With a small yawn, she unsteadily made her way to the dresser that stood across the room's width from her bed, and opened the top drawer. Inside rested a stack of papers. Photos and drawings, they were; many, many of them. Gwen pulled the top three out and a picked up a small ball of sticky tack.
"I wish Nihon were back," she whispered to herself as she stuck a piece of the tack to each of the pictures. "If he were here, he'd help me." She stuck the posters up on the wall one at a time and stood back to look at them. The first was of an Irken singer: her favorite. She had gotten to meet her long ago when she was better. She got her autograph and a nice close-up photo. It was a good time.
The second was a drawing of her SIR from back home. It was very colorful and bright, with yellows, oranges, and reds. She used to love those colors. Now she loved none, but if she had to choose, it was black or dark blue.
The third of the pictures was a photo of Nihon. Looking at it, she smiled softly. He was her only friend. Her only true friend.