Alright, here it is! far too delayed, I know, buuuut, i have a glorious excuse. I was undergoing psychiatric examination in a mental hospitsal! That's right, the white coats came and took your humble seme away to eat tray lunches and watch animal planet under florecent lights. YEAH, the irony, it's unbarible, and now i have EXPIRIENCE. I'll only be better at writing this story now :D.
"Mommy! Daddy!" The boy had called gleefully. Gleeful titles that fell from the gleeful lips of a gleeful child.
Mommy!
Back then, everything was bouyant.
Mommy!
Everything was happy.
Tell me a story!
He was happy.
He could no longer feel such mundane emotions. He was far to astute for that. So why had he held the idea he might escape? Why did he think he'd ever get out of here? Why had he let hope creep into his senses.
Pandora had a jar which she was not to open under any circumstance. Impelled by her natural curiosity, Pandora opened the jar, and all evil contained escaped and spread over the earth. She hastened to close the lid, but the whole contents of the jar had escaped, except for one thing which lay at the bottom, What was that, Ciel? The boy's mother chimed on that so hated night. Every night she told this story, sitting at the foot of his small four poster bed while his dad waited in the corner of the room by the light switch, ready to flip it, but not too hastily, for he was looking with sentiment at his wife and child, feeling pride and warmth, and sometimes, he'd join Rachel at Ciel's bed, or at the boy's side, and sleep there, just to comfort him.
It was hope!
This would not happen again.
You have to go to bed now, ciel.
This could not happen again.
No mommy! I wanna stay up! I wanna be with you and daddy!
This could never happen again.
I wanna be with you forever!
Never.
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"It's time for lunch, Ciel." A blonde girl chimed. Elizibeth was her name, I think. She was actually quite atractive, her blonde hair lying down in stright tresses. It was quite interesting when she was admitted, her hair curled into perfectly spiraling tindrells abreast each side of her head, but saint dymphna's has no curling irons (lest you burn yourself) or jells (lest you poison yourself).
It seemed she was here because her aunt wanted her to be some fencing prodigy, and she enjoyed it, until she started going to malls instead of practice. Aventually, her aunt got so intense that she got in an actual sword fight with her. The prodigy won.
"I don't think I will." I answered as if it were no big deal. Luckily, a nurse hadn't come to retreive me, or it would be a big deal. You must eat here, every meal (lest you starve yourself).
"Come on Ciel! You need to eat. Come keep me company!" She urged, twirling her hair, then frowning, realizing she could no longer twiddle her curls.
I might consider her upbeat and peppy personality disturbing were it not for her being wrongfully admitted. I imagine she was naturally a very polite, sweet girl. This made her an annoyance, but one tolerable, and even good at times... Like friends... or a moth...
"Honestly, I'd like to, but I can't, I-I'm journaling." I couldn't help slightly shouting my reply with the excitement of a good back up plan.
"Hmm, alright fine. But don't blame me if Dr. Faustus catches you." The girl threatened playfully before skipping sweatly away.
We were supposed to journal here, and it was the only real excuse to get out of anything. In fact, you were not just encouraged, but permitted, to journal.
Lest you isolate yourself.
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I read silently, jounal open, to confirm my story, but ignored. It was a child's poetry book that was far too juvenile for anyone's taste, let alone mine, however, ocasionally, there was something my mother once read me, and I enjoyed the almost intoxicating nostalgia that came with each of them. Every now and again I'd hear someone coming and put a bendy pen- a stain-filled anti-poison bending pen with a medium soft tip (lest you stab yourself)- in hand.
Sometimes I let my mind wander to my foolishness for never knowing I'd be stuck here. Those first seven days, they were almost pathetic now. Almost.
Day one
My mind is moving at the speed of light, yet, I am only capable of the bare minimum. Nodding yes. Shaking no. Answering the questions adminisered to me then ingeminated to me, again and yet, again. My optics refuse to focus, and at times, celerity seems indecisive. My eyes are desperate to remain clenched with sleep, and my enervation is nearly consuming. I try to be concerned about the words spoken to me, but my conscience is lost. My only hope, is that I can return home soon.
The first seven entries in my journal were those hopeful days of not knowing. But, hindsight does me no justice nor pleasantry, so I try to forget my own idiocy.
I am currently in my bedroom, a quiet place with flower mosiac ceilings, a matching print bed, half-carpeted-half-tiled floors (plastic tile, lest you bludgeon youself) and pale red walls to match the pretend roses above. It was a small place, and the only noise were the nurses gosiping though closed doors and the screams from nearby and far away, of mad little boys and girls. I'd learned enough in my time here not to ask, but to listen. Listen to the gosip and rumors, extract what's fake and what's real, to gain facts. The facts I knew? All in good time.
I finished my book with a sigh, and went to the lounge, the center of the hospital where it was slightly more populated. It was good not seem too isolated.
Immediately I was ambushed by a blonde boy. He was my friend here, if I had one. I'd assume I could consider him that. He treated me as one, though, I didn't necisarily see anyone that way, he was the closest I had... And he was annoying.
"Ciel! Ciel! Did you hear! There's a new admit today." He said excitedly
"Hmmm. Why should I care?" I said monotonously, sitting on one of many colorful blue and red chairs (colorful, lest you grow depressed).
"Ciel?" I heard a deep voice from behind me.
Yes, this was one of the many fact's (rumors) consumptions, Doctor Faustus.
He was a black haired man with pale skin, hazel eyes, shiny teeth and a sinister smile that vivaciously drew you in. He was rumored for good reason.
"Yes?" I said flatly, glaring at him only slightly.
"May I see you in the blue room for a moment?"
Everyone stared at me. The infamous blue room, how innocent it sounds, is the predator's lair. And they knew it. But they'll be damned if they said a word against it. Everyone, accept Alois.
"Him!" The boy asked, outraged. You see, Alois was madly in love with doctor faustus, and he knew exactly what happened in the purple room. But Alois saw it as an oppertunity, not a tradgedy.
"Sure." I answered hesitantly. Nurses sent me painful and sympathetic glances, as well as glared of jealousy. I knew, however, That if I were to disagree, I may get sent to residential, or someplace... worse.
"Fine, Faustus! You'll come get me later, right!" Alois yelled to the receding man. There was no answer, beside a small eye roll.
Yes, it's true, Saint dymphna's was a beautiful place.
My eyes locked onto the suspicous man, narrowing at the sight.The black haired swain prowled close with a ravenous smirk, his teeth even paler than his snow skin, shining with barely contained excitement.
Pretty flower mosiacs lining the ceilings, marble floors and desks with rounded edges, as to not endanger the children's fragile minds.
"What are you doing, Dr. Faustus?" I asked softly, knowing quite well the answer, as I'd heard the other boys and girl's voices call out at night for help that never came. The other doctors and nurses knew well what went on at night, and allowed it, for fear that, Claude fautus would run off and make known what happened at this hospital, the dangers of it, Dangers besides himslf, that is.
Large lone rooms, with queen beds and woolen sheets.
Here, the blue room, the only room that had a bed beside the patient's bedrooms. And here I was, laying atop it, something I hoped I'd never have to do, staring at the midnight blue walls instead of the man before me, whispering "don't touch me" beneath my breathe, getting steadily louder.
Long dim corridors with large closets...
"Please, call me claude." The man said, his breath wafting over my face.
Perfect places to hide skeletons.
"Your breath smells like cat piss." I said loathesomely, realizing he did in fact, want me for this purpose.
It really did seem nice, but everything there was there for a purpose, and that purpose was never a chaste nor an altruistic one.
"Now Ciel, good patients get rewarded... But I think I like the bad ones even more." The man growled, begining to strip Ciel's clothing and touch the pale skin beneath, thoroughly suprised when he felt something rough.
Vivacious nurses and doctors. Clean white walls and beautiful flowers grown, barely disguising the bodies buried beneath them, the screams echoing within them, or the secrets buried too far down to even reach... But they should feel lucky.
"Stop!"
They had lunch every day. Warm beds to sleep in. In fact, most of the children were not touched or affected at all. They took art clases and played with toys and had psychiatrists. To many, it was a pleasant place... But they were the ignorant ones. The ones who could not see past the daisies and bluebells that grow in the gardens. The ones that could not hear the screaming of children in thier rooms. But then, even them, even the children who did scream alone at night, were lucky. They were not taken to the west building. Though not much was known about the place, it was a well gossiped subject. Some claimed the children of the west building were tortured or even killed...
"Fucking stop it!" I screamed as a tounge joined the hands. He easily caught my swinging arms and began fingering the burns on my chest.
These rumors... they were pitiful. Those poor lost souls could only dream of death at that point.
The man tounge quickly swept across my toung them traveled upwards, prying it's self into my mouth. I tried to scream, but failed... And so.
It would suit them far better.
I did what I had to do.
All screams here were in vain.
My teeth clamped down and bit the tounge until I felt the muscles tear, then I squeezed tighter... And it was bitten completely off.
All lives here were in vain.
Welcome to Saint Dymphna's
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