A/N- This is not your typical fanfic, on the darker side, rated M for later chapters. Please review! I'd love to hear what you think!
*Updating this slightly, hopefully it will be easier to read.*
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho!
Chapter 1.
Sometimes life was a bit unfair to some while others didn't seem to have near the amount of trouble. My name is Lyric Clancy, Irish by blood with a temper to match, American by nationality, and I am only 22 years old. I thought I had finally found the happy ending to my story, you know the fairy tale everyone dreams of. Throughout my life it's been heartache and pain. I lost both of my parents to drugs. Yes, they loved getting high more than me, their child. As a repercussion to their actions I inevitably lived my life bouncing from different homes within the foster system. At 19, I met my husband, he was an intelligent, handsome lawyer. We were so in love...what happened?
Why would he betray me this way? I told him all my darkest secrets.. I, I had trusted him. He was the one who had told me I was in fact not insane, he had believed me? My name is Lyric, I am 22 years old, and I most regrettably have just been processed into Oakwood Mental Asylum. This is my story. One of my spiritual gifts is that I am sensitive to spirits around me, I couldn't actually see the spirits or anything crazy like that "no pun intended" but I can sometimes feel their presence if they harbor strong feelings. Some might call me an empath. But I can also sense the emotions from humans. Granted they were mostly from the ones I cared for or were close to. Sometimes I even noticed that their emotions whether happy or angry affected mine. I could only feel a strangers emotions if I concentrated and silenced my thoughts. Also I am somewhat of a psychic. I know now you are thinking that I clearly do, in fact, belong here in this mental institution. But in my defense, many of the dreams I had were about certain events and after a few days had passed, those events would take place, being closely related to my dream. Who knows? Maybe there was a scientific explanation for that.
I am the youngest sister of two, when I was only seven years of age, my sisters introduced me to the Ouija board. We would play often, getting kicks out of who could be scared first. But after a few nights of consistent play, I sat down with them and placed my fingers on top of the planchette awaiting the "spirits" reply, that night and the three that followed an object would always either break or fall down and yeah, it was always beside me. Fear taking over so that after the third time it happened, I refused to play with them ever again. They looked at it like it was one big joke, but that night opened my eyes to the real probability of supernatural beings.
Back to the present, well sort of, for the last 2 months I have had the creepiest feeling of being watched. No one would be home except for myself. But every room I would enter, every single move I made it was as if someone or something was analyzing my movements. It was a very eerie feeling being watched by lord knows what, unsettling at the most. It made me be very conscious of each move and of myself. I had talked with Henry, my husband about this I suppose that is why I am now stuck here. In this bright white room, nothing here except for a large barred up window and a simple bed without a headboard. It was completely bare, leaving everything to the imagination.
I found myself seated on the bed, and I still felt that presence around me. I am still being watched, but now I could at least convince myself that it was because I had cameras in the corners of the room and not that I was actually being observed by some unknown. I did not belong here. "I am not insane." , "I am not insane." I repeated to myself. Hugging my knees up to my chest, I leaned over to lay on my right side, my head gently touching the hard pillow they had given me.
I closed my eyes and tried to drift off, I tried to create my own imaginary world to reside in. I needed some comfort, a world where I can feel Henry's warm embrace. Holding me closely, softly kissing me on the side of my cheek. My heart was broken, I gave him everything, all of myself, and most importantly I had trusted him. I knew some of the things I had told him were pretty crazy sounding but he didn't have to pretend along with me. I felt like he was just gathering enough evidence to finally be rid of me. Forever. I would never understand why though, I had been a good wife, I had cooked for him, supported him, I did everything he had ever asked of me. Never once complaining.
I had just been grateful to finally have someone in my life who I had thought cared for me too. What had he gotten out of this? Seriously other than crushing me? I felt tears forming in my eyes, quickly brushing them away before they had the chance to linger atop my cheeks. Thoughts flowed through my mind like a hurricane, I had wanted to start a family, I had wanted to bear his child, become a mommy. Becoming full of unnecessary grief I tried to silence my thoughts, I just didnt need to think anymore tonight. I hushed my thoughts by slamming song lyrics into my mind, focusing on them alone. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to relax myself. My room kept darkening and I soon only had the faint glow from the moon.
A/N- Kind of a short chapter, will try to post another tomorrow!