A/N: Hey you guys (and girls, I don't want to be rude.)! I've got an idea for this in a dream/game/book, well, it mix.
Anyway, enjoy!
"Annabelle John? That is your name, right?"
"Yes."
"I am your new doctor, a psychiatrist, if you will, Dan Tartul. I will be responsible for you, until you exit from this building. For a test, will you answer me a short question, just so we know where to begin, please?"
"Yes."
Do you know where you are right now, Annabelle?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well? Where are you?"
"I am…"
"Yes?"
"I am… in a madhouse."
"That is very good Annabelle. Many also know it as an asylum. It sounds better, don't you think?"
"…"
"Ok, now, we will begin for real. Please, remember, that this test is for our knowing. Everything we ask, you must answer and you must answer the truth. Only like that we can help you. It would also be very helpful, if you will be as precise as you can. Also, we will record every word you say and your every movement. Do you agree?"
"…Yes… I agree…"
"Good, good… Let us begin."
I've heard silent "click" from doctor's pen.
"So, Annabelle, what do you remember? What was your beginning? Describe me the day when everything changed for you. Where were you? What where you doing?"
My mouth hesitated. Finally they spoke. They create five short words.
"I was not happy there."
The clock banged seven. It didn't wake me up. I was already awake for one hour. Next the old lights started to flinch. For the second all I could see was painful white. It was beautiful. I could ask myself if I am finally in heavens. I could imagine angels at the golden brown gates, which I will cross any moment now. I am already walking towards them. Angels are watching me with their beautiful smiles. Saint Peter is opening the gates of freedom. I can see my dreamland…
The next moment I saw hell. The familiar form of my orphanage sleeping room.
My dark green eyes stared at the grey ceiling. The old thing was falling apart, just as the rest of the rectangle room.
My black hair was resting on hard, dirty white pillow. Everything hurt me. I took a sharp breath in. Another day has come.
My bed was at the right wall, facing the door. My small night table was at the left side of my head. The night light was facing my pale white face.
I looked at the other side of the room. The old closet was waiting for her daily task. As every morning I've got fifteen minutes to dress. After that the door will unlock. I chose it was the time to get up. As every morning my first movement was left leg. It touched the floor and soon it was followed by the right leg. I sit down.
My hands touched the bed's frame and I pushed myself to get up. In three, sometimes four steps I was by the closet. Inside there was not much choice. All the clothes were the same. The green-grey set involved a shirt with short sleeves and then the dress is narrowed down till the hips. The short skirt reached to the knees. At the lower end it had narrow set of fluffy lace. On my feet there were small lady shoes.
The sign of orphanage was sewn on my shirt, left side of my lungs. It was in a state of a circle, inside there was a flower, a little white daisy flower. Just the crown of it. Just the white leafs around the yellow pollen. The flower so common, it is missed with every spring step on the green grass. Just like us.
I stepped towards the doors. The click was heard and it meant that I can exit. I reached and grabbed the door handle. I twisted it on the right and the doors opened. I walked myself on the hall. On my left and right there was a line of other girls. We were all dressed the same. We all acted the same. We all waited for the same person.
At the opposite side there were standing boys. They were wearing the same shirt as us, but they did not have skirts. They had long trousers, reaching to the bottom, and their feet were in male shoes. They did not look as comfortable as ours.
By our position I could imagine us as prisoners. We all have the same past, present and future. We all wore the same. We all acted the same. We all think the same. We all waited for the same policeman.
Soon it came.
The door on my right opened. Our heads twisted towards the figure. The tall, thin person started to walk past us. The brown dress figurine was decorated with nice, clean belt. The eyes started to watch. Its eyes saw right into us. The mouth started the silent counting. It was the main lady.
1, 2…
As she continued, behind her there were two men. Each had his hands behind the back. Their postures were the same. Chest out, stomach in. Their hairs were also similar. Short. Pointed. Sharp. It reminded me on an animal I saw once in the orphanage garden. That was before the main lady saw it to. I never saw the creature again. What was its name…
I do not remember.
The clothes they wore were blinding white. Short sleeves. Military coloured trousers.
I am number sixty-five. Main lady looked at me. Her eyes stopped on my face. The look was longer than the others. No wonder.
With a little annoyance feel she continued.
70, 71…
With that stop she gave me a biter look of her face. Sharp feature of her face and deep, dark eyes were… unique. Her small nose gave the look of pity for other people. Full, red lips were always perfect. They could enchant every man. Brown hairs were back in a tall bun.
She walked as the queen above everything and acted like on also.
102, 103.
Main lady stopped at the end of the hall. Two men now stood parallel to her.
"Good." she said.
She turned around.
"Now, you all know the rules." She gave a quick look across the corridor. "You all have your own responsibilities through the week. The only change will be today after lunch. We have two surprises for you." She lifted her right eyebrow and smiled as anyone that knows a secret, but will not tell it.
You know what kind of smile I mean, right?
After the introduction it was one of rare days when I was free until lunch.
"What were you doing until the lunch?"
"Noting important."
"Do not try to avoid the question, Annabelle. Only like that we can help you.
He looked at me with played worry. It quickly passed.
"Now, tell me. What were you doing?
I just stared at him.
"Annabelle, what were you doing?"
The light flinched.
"Talk to me, Annabelle."
After the speech I went to the left side of the hall. Behind the doors at the end of it there was a big place. On my right side there were sixty mostly wooden and some plastic tables. Beside them there were four-hundred and eighty mostly wooden and some plastic chairs. On them there were persons. My companions orphans. Not even one of them was my friend.
At the left side there was a long desktop. Its front side was covered with glass wall, so we couldn't put our hands to the other side.
On the other side of the glass there was our breakfast.
There were bread, eggs, some burned bacon and not much of other so called breakfast stuff. The food was divided in iron bowls, which were firmware in the desk.
I took my plate and put myself in the line. Not much food found the place on my plate. I only took an apple, bread and a pear.
I moved myself away from the desk and started to look for a free table. I saw one at the very end of the room and started to move towards it.
Suddenly my legs didn't hold me any longer. I fell on the ground and my breakfast spread all over the floor. Before my eyes closed, I saw a familiar face.
Rob Hall.
A/N: Well? What do you think? OK for the first chapter? I really want to know what you think about it! Pretty please, R&R!