A.N.: Hello guys, as promised I decided to translate one of my fics. This is the oldest and the most awesome one. =) Hope you like it and leave your feedback ;)
Chapter 1 – Insanity
I took a deep breath of fresh hair. I could smell the soft fragrance from the flowers and the fresh grass.
I opened my eyes and all that I could see was a baby blue tone and brown branches with some light green leaves.
I moved my arms slowly and felt the wet grass tickling my arms making me smile.
-Eva. – I heard a familiar voice that made me stand up and smile wildly at the tall, blue eyed man with a trench coat that was standing in front of me.
-Hello Castiel. – I greeted him in a polite tone of voice. – What brings you here so early in the day? The sun has just raised and the garden is still awakening.
He smiled back at me and then looked around admiring all the perfection that surrounded us. I couldn't blame him. I've been living here since God created me. It has been a couple of moons, and I still admire it every day.
-Father sent me to see how you are doing. – my friend looked back at me still smiling. – And I see that you are fine.
-Oh Castiel. – I sighed. – Father worries too much. What could possibly happen to me in this place? - I stated looking around. – But I don't mind you coming over, I'm always greatful for some company.
-Father worries because he believes that he finally created perfection- Castiel informed making me blush and smile.
-Only God is perfect, Castiel. And you know it.- I explained.
I woke up with a dried tongue.
I blink to adapt my blue eyes to the light that comes from the window.
I had another weird dream, but I'm already used to it.
-You're awake. – I heard a soft female voice.
I sat on my bed looking at the nurse in front of me. She was checking the chart on the bottom of my bed. She smiled at me and sat next to me.
Her hair was dark, but her pale skin and her blue eyes gave life to it. She was pretty and young.
-How are you feeling today, Amy? Any voices, hallucinations, dreams ?- she asked.
-No. –I lied still adapting my eyes to the light. – Just really sleepy.
-That's good.- the nurse observed, taking some pills from a small orange bottle and a glass of water handing them to me. – It means the the meds are working. Don't worry, you'll be fine.
I don't like to lie, but I don't like to be here in the hospice either. I'm not insane, and all the voices and the dreams… are so real. But no one believes me. Not even my brother.
I swallowed that pills that I knew that would make me dizzy and apathetic all day with a sip of water and forced a small smile to the nurse.