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The sun's light beamed through the milky clouds and night sky like a lighthouse over a dark sea. First a violet stream danced out before fading into a dark red then to pink as the hour I awoke in seemed to slip by slowly. By the time the sky began to get its regular golden yellow color of the morning sun the artificial lights were flicked on and my room door was unlocked.
"Breakfast time Angela!" The hospital watch dog called before waking up the rest of the hall. I slowly got up from the window to put on my paper shoes and head for the dining hall. My feet ached every step to my destination from all the little scratches and open sores the glass left from the day before, but I paid little attention. Instead I was focusing on the company of the hospital inhabitants going to breakfast with me. One man was being wheeled there while a young woman held a silent conversation with herself. I would be lying if I said it scared me to think I was one of these people. That in fact the darkness was my own mind going against me, but just as I begin to feel the guilt of doubt I would hear a whisper of the Boogeyman's voice.
"Toast only please." The cafeteria woman laughed while ladling a huge amount of a pasty substance on my tray completely missing the bowl. I still sent her a smile and said my thank you's. said it's better for me if I just show my good side, you get to do more things if you seem to be mentally stable and nice.
Taking a seat by myself at the far end of the hall by a nicely lit window I put my plastic spoon in the strange substance they served as oatmeal. The spoon was only a shade lighter then the oatmeal itself and barley stood out. I watched as the mystery blob began to inhale my utensil and soon I was left without a way to eat my food or a appetite.
"You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
"You wouldn't be able to tell by the food that they serve here in the morning." I poked a finger at the oatmeal and just like the spoon I felt the vaccum begin to pull my whole hand in. My eyes went wide as laughed at my misfortunes. I luckily wasn't pulled into the black hole of oatmeal and saw him munching away on a juicy cherry red apple. My eyes must have said a thousand words my mind was trying to convey about wanting something to eat because soon he was offering me a apple just like it.
"No, I will eat my uh..." The oatmeal began to gurgle and my stomach did a flip, "oatmeal."
"You don't even have a spoon Angela! Besides I want you to take it as a peace offering, I want you to know I am your friend." I grabbed the apple before nodding and taking a bite of the succulent flesh. It had a wonderful crunch and burst of apple juice flavor that made me forget my ordeal last night.
"Thank you you have already done way more for me then . I will finish my apple on the way to the showers. I try to get there before everyone else because then it gets weird, see you later." I got up from the table and shined a very rare general smile. Most of any of the smiles shown here where either fueled by craziness or sarcasm, mine were the latter most of the time.
"Good bye Angela! And show that smile more often it looks good on you!"
"Maybe I will !" Walking out of the dinning hall down a long winding hall I got a few hello's and nods from patients and staff alike. I saw the large industrial double white doors that read showers in blue peeling letters. I walked into the open locker bay finding my locker and munching away on the apple. Sitting on a bench finishing off the gift I couldn't help but feel the eyes of someone watching me. Finishing the apple I threw it away and stripped off my hospital clothing and placed it gingerly in my locker. I saw my reflection in a long smudged filled mirror and noticed a large bruise on my shoulder. It brought back frightful memories of the nightmare I had making it all to real. I walked nude past the locker bay and into the community shower that some of the patients used. Old fashioned and out of date I was hoping that they would get new more private accommodations but complained about budget cuts meaning no privacy for the mentally insane any time soon. I turned on one of the shower heads to one of two temperatures; Scalding hot or ice cold, Scalding hot please. I felt the eyes begin to dig into my back, but rubbed it off as the many cameras stationed around the tile walls of the showers. Suddenly the sound of more water rushed into my ears as I lathered shampoo in my long brown tangled hair.
"Hello?" I called rubbing water and bubbles from my eyes glancing around the open room. I shut off my shower head before making the circle to turn off the rest. I walked slowly to the locker bay and hurried to grab a towel. A chilling laugh rumbled through my ears and vibrated the metal lockers as I tied the towel around my waist. I stood in silence waiting for another sound but instead was filled with the yelling of complete and udder silence.
"Come here Angela!" I was startled by small voice calling from the darkness of a door I didn't notice before. Walking slowly towards it my hair and body dripped droplets of water as I pushed it open. It was a long hallway much like the rest of the hospitals, but this one seemed to be abandoned. The paint was peeling from the walls and large spider webs stretched across criss crossing it making it difficult for anyone to walk through it. Two boarded up windows let a small amount of light leak through as I moved down the hall following the voice.
"I know it's you Pitch! I want you to know that no matter what beasts and fake copies of family members you throw at me I will not be scared!" I yelled down the hall until I was met with a solid door at the end of the hallway. The door I came from seemed miles away as I stood at the end of the decrepit hall looking through the new doors tiny window. It displayed a small room much like my own but also it was filled with something strange. I stupidly ignored my conscious telling me to close my eyes and run back to the dinning hall and forget everything, but I opened the door and entered. I stepped quietly in as my brain blindly acted without me thinking. Getting on my hands and knees I looked under the bed like a child looking for a monster.
"Oh Angela for you I don't hide underneath the bed anymore, you should know better." I stood up abruptly as the peeling walls of of the room melted into dark jagged stone. The tormentor of my dreams stood there barley standing out from the rock besides for his golden eyes and sharp teeth.
"Where...where am I?" I breathed looking at the stone cave. I placed a hand on the damp surfaced and it felt cold, lifeless. This place was a place of terror, a prison of sorrow and emptiness.
"You my sweetest Angela are in my domain, my personal kingdom of which nightmares are born." He said sweetly before approaching me. I backed away as his face hardened. I gave him a silent protest as I watched his movements. If this was in fact his domain any wrong movements could mean then end of me. I stepped towards him as his face softened and a demented smile returned to his lips. He led me further down the rabbit hole and I stayed silent.
"You are so silent Angela before you were yelling on how you were not afraid and now you wont even send me a glance. I show you my home and you don't even give me the common courtesy of your thoughts of it!" He stopped yelling the last words at my face. His grip on my arm tightened until I felt the blood vessels pop under the skin. I winced in pain but kept my eyes locked on the ground not giving him the satisfaction of my eyes.
"Your home looks nothing more then a prison. Just like my hospital room it is cold colorless and locks away all feelings but fear and anger. This is your own personal cell not kingdom. You are a slave to this place and I can see it in your eyes." The feeling of the hand on my arm disappeared. I looked up and saw him turned around in thought. I watched as he mumbled silent words every second or so he would look at me through the corner of his eye. Curiosity made me speak again this time.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"I do not know, maybe it was a mistake. You are not ready yet I suppose."
"Ready for what?" I asked getting more courage. He whipped around to face me his moment of confusion and thought passed and a anger replaced it. His golden eyes burned into me squashing any courage I was beginning to feel.
"Why must you ask so many questions?" He shouted in my face. I stepped back in fear and fell onto the smooth ground my eyes welling up in tears.
"Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean anything I am sorry!" I covered my eyes and saw he stood there with a strange look upon his face I hadn't seen before. The look of remorse and regret almost like he was upset about making me cower in fear. Yet every night he would do the same thing and not feel nothing but joy at making me quiver in fear.
"No it is my fault, I should have not expected anything different you are nothing but another fearful child answering my questions." He knelt down by my shivering form to pull me back up. I had my eyes closed as the lips of death touched mine. Slender arms wrapped around my body in a cold embraced as I felt his tongue dart inside my mouth. I stood there not even breathing as he forcefully deepened the kiss. I slowly began to sobb and slip to the ground as he pulled away a satisfied look on his face.
"Until tonight my sweetest Angela." The dark stone walls faded back into the tile of the old hospital room. I sprinted out of the room and looked at the locker room mirror. My lips were red and swollen where he unwantedly sucked and bit with pointed teeth. My heart felt anger and I smashed the mirror with my fist not caring the glass dug into the flesh of my hand. Minutes passed and hospital orderlies dragged me to my room.
"Violent behavior will not be tolerated Angela and you know this!" The door slammed behind me as I crawled to the window praying my life was over.
Hours passed as I sat there drawing pictures of a rabbit in the fog of the window. My eyes were puffy and I could barley hold them open but sleep left me open to attack from the Boogeyman.
"Hello Angela what are you doing in here? You know they have a awesome macaroni art session going on in the day room, you should join meet some of the other patients."
"I had a violent outburst so I am on lock down until they find me calm enough to let me back in with the general population." I turned from my drawing to see leaning against the door. His face was deep in though but also had a hint of surprise in it.
"You really know your rules."
"When you have been here since you were a child of course you would have read the rules doctor. Besides I only will be like this until dinner, unless you say otherwise of course." I turned back to my drawing and heard the heavy foot falls of his leather shoes against the tile floor.
"What are you drawing here that you could be making a macaroni rendition of?" He asked looking over my shoulder at the window. One of my biggest pet peeves was when someone would watch what I was doing. I knew they weren't really paying much attention but I always thought they were critiquing my work.
"A rabbit."
"It's very nice Angela, why did you choose a rabbit if you don't mind me asking?" I was drawing a bow on the bunny's neck. It had a straight ear and a floppy one with a nice fluffy tail. In the few minutes it took me to decide on a good answer for the doctor I drew a complete bunny and Easter eggs on the window.
"Well since I know all mental doctors are looking deeper into your answers then you want I will go ahead and tell you that Easter was my sisters favorite holiday. So I am drawing a bunny, her favorite pet animal."
"Yeah, Well since we are talking about your sister tell me a little about her." He stood by my window as I turned around and looked at him with skeptical eyes. Usually would just want me to tell her about my fake mental condition, but actually wanted to know about my family.
"She was great and I loved her with all my heart. She was the only one who cared about me and basically raised me. When she finally had the resources to take me away with her our father killed her right on the front lawn. It was full of snow and he came in wiping off her blood from his snow boots and his face. Next the police took him and her body away from my sight. My mother went down a drunken depression and I didn't even get to graduate elementary school. She kept me home and beat every night with every meal and before I went to bed. So, is there anything else you want to know abut my life?"
"Actually yes, but it can wait until our next session. I also think it will be a good idea if you eat in your room tonight, they will release you in the morning." replied smoothly to my hate filled words. The door closed behind his leaving with a iron lock and I was left for the rest of the day in my room. The next appearance of human contact came with a single hand slipping in a tray of disgusting food. I grabbed it setting it on the tile floor. Night came quickly and I was left in the dark angry, fearful and wishing I hadn't yelled at the doctor. He was only trying to get to know me.
"You know my little lamb you have to eat if you want to be strong, like the sister you so admire."
"You leave my sister's name out of your mouth! You shall not defile her memory with your voice or your nightmares!" I yelled turning to the dark shadow of my room. Instead of his usual hiding he was right in front of my eyes. I was full of anger and fear that it was eating away at my soul and I was not ready for another sleepless night of horror.
"Oh my sweetest Angela I would never bring that pain to you. I only want to show you something that I think might help you understand my fascination with you." Pitch said calm and collected. His long, slender torso seem to glide over to me without any definition of legs. Thin hands of ice gently caressed my cheeks as I looked at him in anger.
"Why?" Was all I managed to let slip out of my mouth as he roughly locked his lips with mine and went limp in his arms.
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