Antonymic
Prologue
"Slow and Fast"
The warm, bright, scalding sun began setting outside the blurry, dirty window, creating odd oranges and yellows to spew across the dirty, off-white walls and even off-whiter door.
Today was the day.
Glancing up at the clock, hardly moving her neck from the position on the bed, hugging her knees tightly, she watched the second hand gently flick from point to point, reading 5:58 designed in the black bold hands.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick…
Tock…
T i c k …
T o c k…
The sounds echoed through the room, making her head swim and her vision blur. She pressed her hands to her ears, muffling the sounds in the slightest bit, feeling it begin rattling through her tiny frame.
Just a little while longer.
Two weeks at this god-forsaken, rejected excuse for an institution was enough to drive anyone mad. The strict schedules, the old, musty food, the perverted staff members, both male and female, the pills, pills, pills. Sleeping pills, energy pills, hunger pills, horse pills, allergy pills, cold pills, cough pills, laxatives…she wasn't sure why they gave those, but they did.
The sleeping pills stopped working after the second day, and the allergy pills stopped working on the fifth. Plants that somehow gave off massive amounts of pollen in autumn surrounded the building, morphing her into an allergenic, ferocious, wild, sneezing beast of the season.
Tissues littered their room; 'their' pertaining to herself, and her roommate. She was an odd one, supposedly anorexic and only here for treatment of her chronic depression, and what's known as dissociative identity disorder. What was there to be depressed about? She was skinny, fuckin' perfect, could have had any guy she wanted…
She wore all the skimpy clothes in the world and had all the perverted staff men gaping after her, and she still wasn't satisfied. The sex wasn't satisfying. She would whine and whine for hours into the night sometimes how she thinks she's imperfect and all she wants is to be the one for some special guy out there.
She would probably never forget her. Yuna. She sometimes called herself Lenne, but the staff called her Yuna, her birth name.
But all of it was going to be over soon…
Mother and Father were coming to take her away from Yuna, the pills, the staff, the others…
6:01.
6:02.
6:03.
The handle on the door jumbled gently, filling the room with both hope, and some kind of nervousness as one of the staff members appeared in the doorway.
"Kairi?"
Kairi didn't look up from her knees. The nurse called her name one more time while leaning against the doorframe before she looked up at the tall, slender woman at the door.
"Mr. And Mrs. Kasai can take you home now, alright?" Ms. Gainsborough said in a low, calm voice, walking to one side of the bed slowly to retrieve the suitcase Kairi had packed this morning, before Yuna and all the others in the institute, besides the insomniacs, were awake.
She got up slowly from her bed, glancing back as the shallow nest she made, and sighed deeply. She felt Ms. Gainsborough's hand lap itself on her shoulder, slightly pushing her toward the door, and heard the small, haunting creak and click of the door shutting behind her.
A/N: Excuse the shortness.
Yanno what? I gave this way too much thought, effort, and nerve to write it for it to be shot down because it's a SoKai.
All anyone wants to read anymore is Yaoi. I'm trying to branch off of that, and try something different. Something no one usually writes because of the Yaoi-Crazed world we live in.
Give this story a chance. There will be SEX. There will be HUMOR. There probably will be GORE, SOME HOMOSEXUALITY, and GANGSTAS running around shootin' up the hood.
Okay, I doubt that, but still.
It'll get better as it progresses. Many surprises in store. Love, Lust. And the initials K.K.K.
Leave me a review, too. I need some feedback, at LEAST to prove this story isn't just a crapshoot.
DAMMIT IM EXPRESSING HERE, DO NOT RAIN ON MY PIRADE.
-Much Love