Mental Institution
Chapter One
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Amber eyes scanned the file of his next patient. Firm hands flipped pages. Scratching of pens sounded throughout the small office room.
Yes, he was cold. He was a cold person, but not necessarily cruel. Just cold. Just isolated from the world. Isolated from any social happenings located anywhere outside his sanctuary. And yet, not many social happenings happen inside his sanctuary. One reason to stay here. With those who didn't know. With those who had lost their minds. With those on the brink of insanity. Yes, Syaoran Li stayed here with those of crazed minds... Here in the Mental Institution of Tokyo, Japan. Sorting through the jumble of mess in the minds of people was his job. A hobby, somewhere where no one will care if he talked or not. Yes, it was his sanctuary...
The weather felt the need to be opposite of what Syaoran Li was. It felt like it needed to be a shining hot summers day. It felt like it wanted to torture the earths inhabitants into puddles of sweat. It was too hot. He couldn't take it anymore. So standing from his lounging position, Syaoran exited his room to enter the cool, catastrophic atmosphere of the many corriders. Yes, of this Mental Institution.
Maniacal laughs, hysterical sobs, and incoherent shouting came from all directions, penetrating the sound barriers of doors and walls.
He set of at a slow pace to somewhere unknown to even himself. Maybe to the mess hall, or maybe the lavatory... Or maybe just outside. Yes, it sounded like a wonderful suggestion. The halls and cries of the insane were beginning to suffocate him. Yes, outside would be heaven.
Walking through the swinging entrance doors, he followed a small path out to the park. Exactly like something one would dream of. The clean crisp air, the luscious green grass, the soft breeze... It was hard to find something like this in the busy streets of Tokyo. A difficult task.
He sat down on a bench, secluded under a cirle of cherry blossom trees. Their scent was breathtaking. They weren't his favourite bunch of flowers, but they came second in his list, after his peonies. Yes... A cherry blossom floated away from its mother tree and came to land at his feet. He bent to pick it up, the soft petals grazing his fingers lightly.
"May I have that?" He looked up, startled. A young woman, in a hospital gown. Carrying a basket of cherry blossoms.
He nodded, and wordlessly gave her the flower. She plucked it cheerfully out of his hand and popped it in her basket.
"Thankyou so much! Cherry Blossoms are my favourite flower. I'm named after them you see? I'm collecting them for everyone in the hospital!"
She didn't look like someone mental. Just a carefree girl. Long auburn hair and emerald eyes. Yet, there was something wrong with her. After working with the insane for more than 4 years, he could see the problem. She looked happy, but her eyes were dark, a mirror to her soul. She was troubled.
"So your named Sakura?"
She nodded, flashing him a large smile.
"Yes! Sakura was my mothers favourite flower. So I'm her little favourite flower..."
Her eyes darkened even more. He could see that her mother was a painful subject for her.
"What is your name?"
He stood up and walked away, ending the conversation over his shoulder.
"My breaks over, but my name? Its Syaoran Li."
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Next chappy should be longer lol. Thanks for reading.
Chapter One
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Amber eyes scanned the file of his next patient. Firm hands flipped pages. Scratching of pens sounded throughout the small office room.
Yes, he was cold. He was a cold person, but not necessarily cruel. Just cold. Just isolated from the world. Isolated from any social happenings located anywhere outside his sanctuary. And yet, not many social happenings happen inside his sanctuary. One reason to stay here. With those who didn't know. With those who had lost their minds. With those on the brink of insanity. Yes, Syaoran Li stayed here with those of crazed minds... Here in the Mental Institution of Tokyo, Japan. Sorting through the jumble of mess in the minds of people was his job. A hobby, somewhere where no one will care if he talked or not. Yes, it was his sanctuary...
The weather felt the need to be opposite of what Syaoran Li was. It felt like it needed to be a shining hot summers day. It felt like it wanted to torture the earths inhabitants into puddles of sweat. It was too hot. He couldn't take it anymore. So standing from his lounging position, Syaoran exited his room to enter the cool, catastrophic atmosphere of the many corriders. Yes, of this Mental Institution.
Maniacal laughs, hysterical sobs, and incoherent shouting came from all directions, penetrating the sound barriers of doors and walls.
He set of at a slow pace to somewhere unknown to even himself. Maybe to the mess hall, or maybe the lavatory... Or maybe just outside. Yes, it sounded like a wonderful suggestion. The halls and cries of the insane were beginning to suffocate him. Yes, outside would be heaven.
Walking through the swinging entrance doors, he followed a small path out to the park. Exactly like something one would dream of. The clean crisp air, the luscious green grass, the soft breeze... It was hard to find something like this in the busy streets of Tokyo. A difficult task.
He sat down on a bench, secluded under a cirle of cherry blossom trees. Their scent was breathtaking. They weren't his favourite bunch of flowers, but they came second in his list, after his peonies. Yes... A cherry blossom floated away from its mother tree and came to land at his feet. He bent to pick it up, the soft petals grazing his fingers lightly.
"May I have that?" He looked up, startled. A young woman, in a hospital gown. Carrying a basket of cherry blossoms.
He nodded, and wordlessly gave her the flower. She plucked it cheerfully out of his hand and popped it in her basket.
"Thankyou so much! Cherry Blossoms are my favourite flower. I'm named after them you see? I'm collecting them for everyone in the hospital!"
She didn't look like someone mental. Just a carefree girl. Long auburn hair and emerald eyes. Yet, there was something wrong with her. After working with the insane for more than 4 years, he could see the problem. She looked happy, but her eyes were dark, a mirror to her soul. She was troubled.
"So your named Sakura?"
She nodded, flashing him a large smile.
"Yes! Sakura was my mothers favourite flower. So I'm her little favourite flower..."
Her eyes darkened even more. He could see that her mother was a painful subject for her.
"What is your name?"
He stood up and walked away, ending the conversation over his shoulder.
"My breaks over, but my name? Its Syaoran Li."
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Next chappy should be longer lol. Thanks for reading.