Hey Guys, Ink here. From theater104. I finally got my own account. So eventually I will be transferring Scars On Our Hearts to this account, but for now here is chapter one for Wake Me Up.
Disclaimer: I own it, I own it all! *wakes up*Dang it!
They think I'm crazy. Don't listen to them. I'm just as sane as you are.
Which is to say, I'm insane.
Bullets ripped through the war torn sky, and soldiers fell as if the were dominos, and the bullets were a laughing childs finger. It smelled of shit and rotting flesh, because no one had managed remove the bodies from the trenches after the last battle. The person who had been assigned to do that was now one of those corpses he was supposed to bury. I floated through the air, not bothering to dodge the bullets. I knew they wouldn't hurt me. They never did. Nothing could touch me, and none of the mens eyes could detect my presence. I tried to ignore their screams as the mustard gas was released and continued my walk along the trenches, looking for the one man who stared in all of my dreams. I finally found him, his dark hair tucked up in his helmet, sweat dripping down his forehead. His face was twisted in pain, like it always was when I saw him. I knew he would not survive this battle, just like he didn't survive the gladiator fights or the guillotine. He hadn't survived anyone of my dreams. He always ended up dead, his hazel eyes lifeless, his body limp. I should be used to it by now; I've been watching him die every night since I was 14. In the three years since then I've seen him die in every time period, in every way. He's been assassinated, murdered, shot down in cold blood. He's died heroically, throwing himself in the way of a bullet about to hit his friend. He's died in a blubbering heap, begging for mercy. So this time, when the bullet flies across the battlefield, and rips through his body, I simply blink, and wake up screaming.
" Katherine, your mother and I have decided that it's for the best that you attend Lower Manhattan School For The Mentally Unstable this year." I blinked. They were sending me away? I stared into my fathers steely eyes to find no remorse. He didn't love me. So I exploded.
" Your sending me to an insane asylum? How could you! Did you even read Ten Days In A Madhouse?" My father sighed as if he had expected this.
" Katherine, darling, things have changed alot since Nellie Blys time." My father replied, checking his watch as if he didn't have time for this. I crossed my arms firmly. How dare he send me away. How dare he. My mother sensed my agitation and decided to but in.
" Sweetie, LMS is a wonderful school, not a asylum." I stared at her in disbelief. Her too? " We decided a school for… special people.. would be best considering.." She hesitated, like she wanted to say something else. " The circumstances." I shook my head, practically shaking with fury.
" I thought you loved me. I thought you cared!" With that I turned on my heel and stormed out of my fathers office, preparing to never leave my room again.
Today was the day. THe day I had tried to prevent from happening. I had tried to reason with them. When that didn't work, I had screamed and thrown a fit. When that failed I ran away but the simply sent the police after me without batting an eye. Everything I did to prevent them from sending me away only convinced them I needed to go. Everything I owned had be shoved into suitcases by my fathers butler, leaving my room bare and empty. I snapped my small backpack closed, and taking one last look around my room, marched down to the car with my head held high. They would not see me cry over leaving this place. Over leaving them. I slipped out into the sunlight, sliding into the backseat without looking back. My face was a stone. My fathers driver slipped into the drivers seat, and I turned my head towards my father. The car roared and started, and soon all was quiet except for the low hum of the engine. I watched my home disappear through the window, avoiding my fathers gase. It was only when he cleared his throat that I looked back towards him.
" Katherine, this really is what's best for all of us." I glared at him.
" How is this best for all of us?" I questioned, glaring.
" Well, you can resolve whatever issues you have, and I can make sure no one knows my daughter is-" I swear smoke started coming out of my ears.
" Your ashamed of me?" I asked, astounded. " Thats why you're sending me away?" I shook my head in disbelief. " I can't believe it. My own father is ashamed of me." He simply sat there, steely eyes showing no remorse, like I had finally guessed the truth and he didn't want to deny it. " Thanks for having so much faith in me." I said sarcastically, turning away from him, vowing never to acknowledge him again.
Fact: Lower Manhattan School for the Mentally Unstable is not in Manhattan. found this out after our car drove right through the bustling streets of Manhattan and out into the middle of no where. There goes all my plans for escaping and running to my cousin's place in Brooklyn. When we finally skidded to a stop, I found myself staring at a wall 25 feet tall, made of red brick completely surrounded by fields of copper colored grass. I removed my bags from the trunk without a word, still staring up over the wall.
" Oh darling, we've been expecting you." A chubby women with chocolate skin and a genuine smile gushed as she bustled over to us. " Here let me take that." She grabbed a suitcase from my hand. " I'm Miss Medda Larkin, but you can call me Medda. I'm your dorms dean."
" Katherine-" I started to say my last name, but stopped myself. My father doesn't love me. I shouldn't use his name. " Just Katherine."
" Well, I'll let you say your goodbyes." Medda said, taking a few steps back. My father cleared his throat.
" Goodbye Katherine." He said, extending a hand for a shake. I didn't take it. After a few seconds of standing there awkwardly, he turned away and hopped into the car. I don't need him. I told myself. I will be like Nellie Bly. I may not have come here of my own accord, but I will still expose all of it's nasty secrets. I watched the car pull away, no tears in my eyes. After all, I am my fathers daughter.
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