Chapter 1
By Pocky Whore
Soft droplets of rain wound their way across the panes of the window. The water moved slowly across the surface of the glass, then collected into a puddle in the crevices of where the window meets the wall. I touched my hand to the cool glass and tried to trace the path of the fallen drops, but I couldn't feel their calming wetness through the window, no matter how much I wished I could.
I'd always loved the rain, no matter how long or hard it fell, it always relaxed my tired mind. Rain seems so pure and so open; I love rain because rain has nothing to hide. It just is.
I sighed and watched the small puff of white air climb up and cling to the window, creating a haze against the glass separating me from the outside world. I heard a door behind me open apprehensively and the click of women's high heels against the tiled floor. I didn't need to turn around to know that she'd be clad in the same simple white outfit as every other nurse in this vicinity.
She cleared her throat and shifted on her stilettos, obviously trying to get my attention, but I just continued to examine the grooves of the window that held me confined. I brought my hand up to the glass and drew an X over the film on the window and watched as the X slowly disapeared and was replaced by more moisture and film.
"Uchiha?" She called out timidly, and I knew that she wished to be elsewhere. By her voice I could also make out her exact identity, she was one of the new nurse recruits, just out of college and looking to make some sort of difference.
I caught myself before I snorted. What a slander that was. She was probably in this for herself, just like everyone else is. Perhaps it makes them feel better to tell themselves they're making a difference when in reality greed consumes everyone, even those who fight against it. She kept herself near the door way, they all do, so she could make a quick getaway if need be.
She continues shifting her weight from one stiletto clad foot to the other, and the noise is becoming quite agitating in the silence. I stay silent a moment longer, hoping she'll humor me and leave, but she isn't so gracious. She takes a step forward towards where I am sitting on my plain cotton swept bed and I wonder briefly if you could kill someone by clubbing them with stilettos, the thought was tempting I might add.
'She's in my room.' I think amusedly. I'd been surprised when she left the door way and actually ventured into my room of her own free will. I slanted my neck around to face her just in time to see two small plastic cups thrust in front of my face. I glanced up at her, but she was looking away and blushing at the same time. Stupid girl, she couldn't decide whether to be afraid of me or attracted to me.
I cast my eyes back to the cups in front of me. The first held three medium sized pinkish red pills and the other housed less than a mouthful of water. When I didn't accept the cups from her, she pulled her arms back and glanced between them and me. Finally she gave up, as most do, and set them on my bedside table with the instructions to take them soon or she'd be forced to contact one of the doctors.
There was the sharp sound of the door closing, and then it was quiet again, with the exception of the almost silent pang against the window. I looked over to the two lone cups occupying the space on my night stand and sighed, I'd have to take them or the doctor's will knock me out and force them down my throat. I reached over and picked up the one with the pills. I shook the container and listened to the rattle they made against the plastic. I tipped my head back and swallowed the pills dry, not even bothering to wash them down with the water, I was half hoping I'd choke to death on them so I could blame this whole damn hospital for my death. Unfortunately, the pills went down without a hassle.
I throw both cups to some random corner of the room, leaving it for one of the nurses to pick up later. I heard the water splat against the floor and the plastic cups roll off in different directions. Just because I have to take the damn medicine doesn't mean I have to be happy about it. If I have to take the God forsaken tablets, I'd at least put up a fight, and leave a mess for the nurses to deal with.
I crooked my head back around and turned my gaze back to the window. More drops landed on the glass and it was if they were taunting me, because they knew I could never leave. This whole hospital was taunting me. Most rooms didn't even have windows; most people never even know that and outside world exists.
They do this to play with me; they show me the world outside these bleak white walls, a world I many never get to see again. They show me it, yet they deny me it. 'They're trying to break my spirit,' I muse. 'They want me to give in to them."
I reached back over to my bed side table and turned off the light. My eyes adjusted slowly to the absence of light, and I lay myself onto my bed. I don't bother to upturn the covers and crawl under; they itch against my body and tempt me to rip off my flesh because of the discomfort. I close my eyes and try in vain to let sleep over take me. The endless click of heels passing through the long hallway right outside my door is determined to keep me from sleep. My eyes wonder aimlessly around the small room that I am confined in.
Four bleak white walls and a caking ceiling stare back at me, unmoving, unchanging, those same four walls that I've been staring at for years, and in all these years they have yet to become familiar. If anything, they become less and less trusting every time I look at them. It's as if they are laughing at me, as if they know something I don't.
The sound of heels is again keeping me awake, but this time they stop just outside my door, as if debating whether to come in or not. After a few more moments of hesitation, the shadow outside my door leaves along with the sound of retreating heels. I sigh and watch as my breath weaves up through the air and come to rest as film on the window again, the heat of my breath causing multiple more to do the same thing. My room is so cold, almost unbearably. I can feel my teeth chattering and I steady my jaw to stop the movement. I just lie, out in the open, and let my body adjust to the cold temperature, because no matter how cold something is, I'm colder.
I turn my body onto its side and gaze out the window, the window that's bolted shut. I'd given up long ago on trying to open it; even if I could I'd just end up in this room again. I ran my finger threw my hair and twisted a navy black lock around my finger.
Your hair is one of the few things in a person's individuality that they let you keep around here. Anything and everything else is swept under the rug. I run my hands over my cold stricken arms, feeling the goose bumps along my body, and I find myself hoping I freeze to death, or at least get sick.
Finally the clicks and murmurs from outside in the hallway stop, and I try again to fall asleep, but it's no use now. Now I'm totally awake. I growl under my breath and curse whatever God there may be, although I believe in none of them.
Then the clicking of heels returns and stops outside my room again. I quickly close my eyes and even out my breathing hoping to appear asleep. The door opens with a low squeal, and a beam of light illuminates the small room, but I keep my eyes closed and my body still. The clicking comes towards my bed and stops a few feet away from me.
I open my eyes, and I can make out her almost anorexic shadow on the wall that I'm facing. Another shadow appears in the door way, but isn't followed by the sound of plastic hitting tile, which leads me to conclude that the nurse is accompanied by one of the male nurses, or even a doctor. The nurse's shadow moves away from me and towards another part of my room. She grumbles unladylike under her breath when she steps on an empty plastic cup, and almost slips on water, luckily for her and unluckily for my amusement, the doctor catches her before she falls.
I almost can't hold back the small chuckle in the back of my throat, but I manage to clasp my hand over my mouth before it escapes me. The doctor, unfortunately, notices my movement.
"Sasuke," He says, as if actually expecting me to reply to him.
He walks toward me and I pull myself into a sitting position on my bed. As I looked up at the two new occupants of my room I recognized the same nurse from before, and my 'doctor' of three years, Kakashi. I don't say anything to either of them; just stare off at something past their shoulders. The nurse turns around as if expecting to find what I'm looking at, but turns back towards me when she fails to find anything that she thinks would capture my interest.
I meet Kakshi's eyes for a moment and then move them to the nurse and give her a glare. She's really starting to eat at me. Kakashi takes the hint and waves her off. Stupid bitch gets up and closes the door behind her.
Kakashi doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that it's now almost totally dark in the room. My room. Both of us in my room alone with the lights out, if Kakashi wasn't such twit I might actually be worried. I reached over and turned on the small light on my table and waited for Kakashi to speak. He'd come to my room in the middle of the night so surely he had something he wanted to say or tell me.
"Did you take your medicine?" He asked looking down at the mess on the floor that could have nearly ruined the nurse's pretty face.
"Yes," I growl out at him, "What of it?"
"Just making sure." He smiles at me as his eye curves up in a happy gesture. He wore the standard doctors jacket and slacks, but and switched out the shirt for a tight fitting black one instead of the mandatory loose flannel white one. His face was half covered by a piece of the same form fitting material stretching up over his nose.
I wait for him to say something more, but he doesn't, so I lie back down on my bed and put my back to him. "You know Sasuke," he says sitting down next to me. I feel the bed give slightly under his weight, but I kept my back to him. "You're getting a new roommate tomorrow." He finishes. My eyes snapped to the empty bed along the opposite wall of the room, and sighed out of frustration.
"Great, just fucking great." I muttered and closed my eyes again. Fresh meat is always a big deal here at Konoha mental institute.
TBC
Hello all. This story began back in 2008 and sort of got abandoned. I have decided to go back through and edit and update some of the chapters before I begin writing new chapters for this story. Hope you enjoy.