Bleeding Sanctuary
By: Holly Rose E
Summary: To be unique isn't always the best thing to be. Locked in a Mental Institution, the X-Men and Brotherhood uncover some other strange people, some mutants, and some not. The Objective: To live long enough to get out.
A/N: Dedicated to all those who sent me a character, and to those who are being so kind for me being a complete dumb-ass.
*****
Prologue: Delete
Snakes hiss and dance
Feral and unblinking, they glance
In my direction, I guess they see
A little child who gave up
It has left my decency
~Holly Rose E.
*****
At night, it's always absurdly quiet here. Not a noise resounds, except for the few tears and gasping sobs that a few more pride-less will let escape them.
A new group came the other day; we've never had that happen before. Usually, it's just one at a time - and usually they come every other month it seems like.
But two days ago, we had near ten - maybe more - show up all at once, even a few adults, which is beyond frightening. I had always thought this place was for kids and teens, but apparently I was wrong if they were bringing full-grown people into this loony bin.
I remember all their faces distinctly, as a matter of fact. I think there were three that had to be snapped into a straight jacket
_[oh god get me out I can't breathe you sons of whores let me out I can't feel my arms I'm being constricted let me the FUCK OUT!]_
and if you've ever been in one, you'd know what I mean when I say I damn near cried for them.
Two girls, a man, and one boy.
The first girl had short cropped black hair, dyed red in some places, and was growing frantic - her eyes darting all over the place, the blue of them seeming to glow with her fright.
I felt pity for her, and I got the strangest sense she'd dealt with this type before, and I suppose that, yes, I could relate.
If I had ever gotten out only to be placed right back in though, I would have killed myself long before they'd gotten to me.
The other girl, reddish-brown hair framed her face with two stripes of white for her bangs falling into her eyes. She was just biting her lip, daring anybody to come close to her.
The man, a big burly one with a unique style of blueish hair, was growling at all of them, and kept muttering to a handicapped individual with a distinct loss of hair, who only remained silent, not saying a word they entire time.
The boy, with an out-of-date mullet that looked almost charming on his own features, was just staring into space in a stupor.
They were led to their rooms for the rest of the day, the four in the Coats led to solitary, where they still are if my information source is correct.
The others didn't look like anything was wrong with them at all - there was one woman who had beautiful dark-toned skin, with a mass of snowy hair - but they were here all the same.
And it truly doesn't matter if they were insane or not.
Once you get here, this place... this place does things to you.
Have you ever read the novel by Stephen King, entitled "The Shining"? Or at least seen the movie.
This loony-house is like that Hotel; it works at people, bending their will to its own perverse pleasure.
I retreat back to my room, leaving the others, not that any of them really noticed me.
I'm just a nobody in a sea of nododies.
-End Prologue-
So? How'd you all like? CRITIQUE! YES! Go critique my little minions, pick it apart!
Love and Peace
-Holly
P.S. For those who are wondering, I sincerely doubt if the narrator will make an appearance, I just felt like writing in first person. ^-^
By: Holly Rose E
Summary: To be unique isn't always the best thing to be. Locked in a Mental Institution, the X-Men and Brotherhood uncover some other strange people, some mutants, and some not. The Objective: To live long enough to get out.
A/N: Dedicated to all those who sent me a character, and to those who are being so kind for me being a complete dumb-ass.
*****
Prologue: Delete
Snakes hiss and dance
Feral and unblinking, they glance
In my direction, I guess they see
A little child who gave up
It has left my decency
~Holly Rose E.
*****
At night, it's always absurdly quiet here. Not a noise resounds, except for the few tears and gasping sobs that a few more pride-less will let escape them.
A new group came the other day; we've never had that happen before. Usually, it's just one at a time - and usually they come every other month it seems like.
But two days ago, we had near ten - maybe more - show up all at once, even a few adults, which is beyond frightening. I had always thought this place was for kids and teens, but apparently I was wrong if they were bringing full-grown people into this loony bin.
I remember all their faces distinctly, as a matter of fact. I think there were three that had to be snapped into a straight jacket
_[oh god get me out I can't breathe you sons of whores let me out I can't feel my arms I'm being constricted let me the FUCK OUT!]_
and if you've ever been in one, you'd know what I mean when I say I damn near cried for them.
Two girls, a man, and one boy.
The first girl had short cropped black hair, dyed red in some places, and was growing frantic - her eyes darting all over the place, the blue of them seeming to glow with her fright.
I felt pity for her, and I got the strangest sense she'd dealt with this type before, and I suppose that, yes, I could relate.
If I had ever gotten out only to be placed right back in though, I would have killed myself long before they'd gotten to me.
The other girl, reddish-brown hair framed her face with two stripes of white for her bangs falling into her eyes. She was just biting her lip, daring anybody to come close to her.
The man, a big burly one with a unique style of blueish hair, was growling at all of them, and kept muttering to a handicapped individual with a distinct loss of hair, who only remained silent, not saying a word they entire time.
The boy, with an out-of-date mullet that looked almost charming on his own features, was just staring into space in a stupor.
They were led to their rooms for the rest of the day, the four in the Coats led to solitary, where they still are if my information source is correct.
The others didn't look like anything was wrong with them at all - there was one woman who had beautiful dark-toned skin, with a mass of snowy hair - but they were here all the same.
And it truly doesn't matter if they were insane or not.
Once you get here, this place... this place does things to you.
Have you ever read the novel by Stephen King, entitled "The Shining"? Or at least seen the movie.
This loony-house is like that Hotel; it works at people, bending their will to its own perverse pleasure.
I retreat back to my room, leaving the others, not that any of them really noticed me.
I'm just a nobody in a sea of nododies.
-End Prologue-
So? How'd you all like? CRITIQUE! YES! Go critique my little minions, pick it apart!
Love and Peace
-Holly
P.S. For those who are wondering, I sincerely doubt if the narrator will make an appearance, I just felt like writing in first person. ^-^