Asylum

Chapter 1

House Fire

-akane-: So I have no idea where this idea came from, I was sitting down and enjoying the original Dracula movie, the black and white one, and at the end I got up and went to mess with my hair. I looked in the mirror and said to myself and my sister, "Let's watch Alice in Wonderland." So I started the movie and paused it to get a drink, and got this idea somehow. But I do hope you enjoy it~ I had fun writing it. And just for the fun of it, it takes place in the olden days, with flowing dresses and fancy neck ties and waistcoats. Oh, how I love the olden times~

Why am I here?

Where is here?

Where are my senses?

I can't see. It's all black.

I can't hear. It's dead silent.

I can't smell. My breath's cut short.

I can't feel. My body is numb.

I can't taste. My mouth is dry.

But why do I feel… so good?

It's exhilarating, a rush of adrenaline.

The light pours in, I can't see through the smoke. My mouth is filled with the taste of the smoke. My limbs begin to tingle and sting. Everything I touch makes me want to moan. I hear the echoing footsteps coming toward me.

"Fran? Fran is that you?" called a woman. Her heals make an utterly annoying clanking sound as she approached me, kneeling down and grabbing my face. Her hands are warm, hot almost; my face must be burning.

"Leave!" I yell scotching out of her grasp.

"My son, why do you do such things?" She asks, sorrow in her voice. I hear more of her clanking heals and then a flood of light. I quickly cover my eyes with my arms and curl into a ball. I hear the squeaking of the window and feel a soft breeze; I smell the roses blooming in the garden.

She walks back to me a sits me upright. "Fran, you need help. If you won't go a do it yourself, I'll… I'll fetch them to get you," she said, her face sinking.

I couldn't find my voice; it was lost in the maze of my vocal cords. She looked at me once more, fixing her white dress after she stood. "I really think you need help. You really need to kick that addiction of yours."

I turned to look out the window; it was a bright blue day. I hate it. The light was burning my eyes, I look away. My room's a disaster. The bed sheets are on the floor, that's where I sleep nowadays. I'm high all the time; I can't make it into the bed. There's unfinished food in every corner and under the bed. I smell. I've worn the same cloths for a week now, haven't taken a bath either.

I slam the window shut and draw the curtains. I stomp to the door and slam it, causing the walls to shake. I hear a picture fall and brake. I grab my pipe and a paper envelope. I pull out the dried leaves and crumple them in my hand, then shove them into the end of my pipe. I crawl across the floor and grab the matches. I strike it, nothing. I strike it again and it sparks. I watch a little blue flame grow bigger into a strong red one. I shove the flame into the pipe, inhale a few times to catch the leaves aflame.

I inhale deeply. I hold the smoke in my lungs. My skin tingles. My vision is obstructed by little blue dots. Why is the room spinning? I exhale slowly, letting go of the feeling. I want it back, I want it back…

I bring the pipe back up to my quivering lips and take in another breath. They all return. My skin tingles and I can fell myself becoming aroused. I pulled off my waistcoat, loosed my tie and pulled it over my green haired head and toss it. I unbutton my shirt at the end, forget it! I leave it and undo my pants I slide the black pants to my ankles.

I put the pipe in my mouth and hold it with my teeth, letting out a breath and sucking another one in to replace it. I grab my throbbing member and inhale quickly due to shock. My skin… is so… sensitive. I begin to pump slowly, unable to stop the sounds that pass by my slightly parted lips. I clench my hand, my head flies back in pleasure.

The burning leaves in my pipe fly out, they fall on my face. I scream, quickly trying to brush the hot leaves off my face. They fall to the floor. I watch as the envelope begins to catch flame. The fire spreads to my bed sheets, then my bed itself. The silk curtains. The uneaten food. Lastly the striped wall paper. My room is a spinning tornado of red hot flames. I hate hot things.

I really hate… hot things…

I can feel the flames, they're melting my shoes. I liked these shoes.

-akane-: lol so I hope you liked it, I know I do~ lol I love olden times. But anyway Fran's got an addiction to this strange dried leaf, don't ask my why. It just came to me and it helps to where I plan to go with this fic. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. R&R please!