OK, so I have little case of writer's block. i cant think at all with my other stories, so I'm going to make a one shot that more than likely will become more but you tell me. It's a story about a character that I made up that was inspired by The Dark Knight's The Joker (Heath Ledger) and so I hope you like it. It's going to M rated because of violence language and an evil psychotic girl with who wants to burn things.
So here we have it!
Luvs Isis
ps. suggestions for the name, coz I don't have one.
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White.
Clouds were white, but their colour changes to grey. Angels are white too, with white dresses and white wings and bright white light shining from them.
But there are no angels here. No bright lights here, except the flickering lights on the ceilings, death bed of insects.
White walls. White floors.
White doctor's coat.
White patient gowns.
White, white, white!
She was sick of white!
The uncomfortable lumpy white bed with the itchy starched sheets that had no warmth just cold.
No heat!
She wanted to see the sun shining into her room untainted by the grimy dusty old windows so small and high up, covered by bars.
Her feet were cold, she had no socks, the tiles were so cold they numbed her feet but not enough.
Yes, she wanted heat.
She wanted a heat so hot that flames erupted from the very sheets in which she slept. Flames so hot they turned the sickening white that surrounded her turn to black.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her knees brought up to cover her face. Her long thick back/brown hair covering her knees.
Her eyes were a bright piercing blue that could make even the burliest strongest nurse aid quiver in their squeaky white shoes.
Speaking of which, she could hear two sets of squeaky shoes.
One set was heavy and slow, and made a loud thump-thump-thump sound as the hulking man walked.
The other set was lighter and just about the same in speed, but somehow more relaxed.
"And who do we have hear?" said a young voice, her favourite doctor. He always did introductions for her, made her feel special.
"Miss Jenofeva Carleano, age 16, physical health, near perfect. Mental health?" he paused for a moment and she could feel his eyes on her, not examining but just gazing.
"I think we all know the answer to that, Dr Heath," she said sweetly, in a voice that was mocking but innocent at the same time.
"Well, if we did, there wouldn't be a reason for me to be here now would there, Jenofeva?" he replied cockily and motioned for the nurse aid to bring him a chair.
She flinched when she heard the chair scraping along the tiles a growled softly.
"Pick it up, please, Mr Martin," the doctor scolded cheekily.
Mr Martin just grunted angrily and placed the chair softly next to the doctor.
"You can leave us, Mr Martin," Dr Heath said and sat down comfortably.
"I'm coming back in half an hour," he replied in a deep voice with a heavy British accent, "You better not be injured, Mr Heath, I don't think Miss Carleano likes the cold room.
She jumped up and hissed angrily at him, intending to give him some new scars. Dr Heath caught her before she could do any real damage.
"Thank you, Mr Martin," he said and gently placed Jenofeva back on the bed. Mr Martin made a hasty exit and left the two to themselves.
It was silent for a moment as Jenofeva wrapped her arms around her legs and breathed a sigh of boredom.
"So, Miss Carleano, how are we doing today?" Dr Heath asked. She looked up at him and studied his features for a moment. He had black wavy hair and dark brown eyes that always seemed to be bright and full of amusement. He was Spanish and so his skin seemed like it was an all year tan.
He had that 'Colgate' smile, and his button shirt outlined lean muscles hidden under flesh and blood.
He was with one foot on his knee holding his green clipboard and red pen. He brought colour into this white world.
he knew she was studying him. He let her do it. It was fun to watch as her eyes scanned up and down his body, seeing what was new, seeing what was the same. And she always stared loving at some kind of colour other than white, and today it was his clipboard and pen.
"So what shall we be talking about today, Dr Heath?" she asked in a somewhat bored voice.
"Well, I was looking over your files recently, Jenofeva, and I noticed that some of your other doctors, er, research notes and noticed that there were some holes. So I was just wondering if you could...enlighten me?" he asked raising a brow and showing his arrogant grin.
"Hmmm, where to begin?"
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