Summary: What if Buffy really was in a mental institution, juat like in "Normal Again"? Ever wonder how she made up the scooby gang? My first Buffy fic, please, RnR
Author's Notes: I've always wondered about it. If Buffy was really a loco, how did she create our fav heroes? Needless to say, my imagination is running wild!
Warning: This story has not been beta'ed, any errors you will find are mine.
Prologue
The silence was deafening, pressing against ear drums like an elephant stomping upon them. Eyes turned wildly around as people were being able to hear the silence around them. So deafening. The silence, so damn deafening. So scary, the silence, that is. People were calming their breaths down. Hush, take small breaths. Listen to the silence.
Nothing. It was so queit.
So deafening.
So scary. It was so scary, no sign of life, no movement, not a single motion.
Calm down, now. It was so queit. There should be something, some noise, anything.
All of sudden, footsteps shattered the silence into zillion pieces, only to be followed by some screams and whimpers. No, not them. No.
Some the residents curled into tight balls, muttering queitly to themselves. It was a private conversation, you were not a part of it. While others fought fought the restrains, crying out angrily and cursing. But whatever their reaction was, they had the same plea.
Not them, no please. Not him.
The noise was still could be heard. The heel met the ground, then the toe made a visit, too. Time for the left foot now, no need to be greedy. Good foot, knows how to share.
One by one, the residents sighed or whimpered in relief as they heard the footsteps pass their door. They didn't want him to come, he would tell them lies, that they weren't who they were. They were not rulers of the world, they were not heroes. No, their loved ones were dead, they could not be alive. None of it was true. They were mere average humans staying here with him until they got better.
But they did not want to get better. Their lives were here, they were in their worlds, right were they belonged. They were rulers of the world, people obeyed them, no second-guessing. They were heroes, all the people depeneded on them to save them from the horrors of the world. Sons, daughters, lovers, wives, husbands, mothers and fathers. They were all here, yes, they had just touched their family member, they were there... they were real.
They wanted thier beloved, deafening silence back.
He continued on his way, ignoring the noises around him. He was used to it, used to walk down the same hall everyday, hoping to make a difference. Most of the times, his hopes were squashed. He found himself somtimes wondering why he was even doing it, was it not better to leave them in their worlds? Where they were happy?
He stopped at room number 119. He glanced at the filed in his hand.
Buffy Summers.
He grabbed the knob and opened the door slowly, not wanting to startle the young lady.
Another heroine saving the world.
AN: What d'you think? I'm gonna try to update the first chapter sooooon... reviews and suggestions are welcomed! Gotta warn you, though, I'm LAZY!