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Ch.1 No Place Like Alone

The room was like a recently abandoned hermit shell, to be blatantly honest. Cold, small, empty - well, except a small bed and that girl. The walls were layered with what seemed to be old mattresses. Even the floor was more cushioned than normal, or from what that girl could remember. What did a floor feel like again? Wasn't it cold and hard? That girl strained herself into trying to remember what a floor felt like, what it was, how it should have been.

"Oh, how useless that girl is," a small voice piped up in the darkness of the room.

"Oh, how stupid that girl is," the voice piped up again after a few moments of silence. "She can't even remember what a floor is!"

Then there was laughter. So much laughter from that small girl. But it was wrong, so wrong. That girl giving off so much joy, the enjoyment of life. How dare she. The laughter became twisted and forced. The small girl's body becoming ridged as the hysterical hiccups became hysterical sobs and she collapsed. Her chest felt like imploding and she felt like clawing her own eyes out. But that girl had lost the privilege of doing so, her nails bitten down into pitiful nubs.

Why is it so hot? That girl managed to pick herself up and fling herself across the room. As she landed against the other wall, it felt so cool. She pressed her cheek up against the glass and began taking deep, wavering breaths of air. Fog began to form against the mirror and that girl began drawing clouds in the fog. It's just like Alice Through The Looking Glass... every psychotic story needs a fucked up mirror, right? That girl slid down the glass and crumpled into a little ball.Yeah, it's just another story. I'm so absorbed, ha. That girl shook her head and began gulping in air as if it were water. I'm alone with my books. That's right, alone with my books... alone... alone... That girl let out a blood curling scream and began throwing herself against each wall, bouncing off each of them like a tennis ball against a wall.

"I don't want to be alone!" She screamed over and over, throwing herself against each possible surface: the ground, the wall, the door, the wall, the mirror, the bed, the wall. "I said I don't want to be alone!"

Suddenly, the metal door bursted open and a blinding light flooded the room. That girl continued to cry out as strong shadows lifted her onto the bed and held her down. The shadow's fingers were freezing cold as they gripped her arms to the icy sheets as something pricked her arm. She tried to thrash the shadows away, but they were too strong for that and slowly her vision feathered with shadows. They were getting to her, weren't they? Poor thing...

When that girl finally awoke from her nightmare, there were several things wrong. One of which was that she had not left her dream setting. That cold, dark little room was still as real as the nose on her face. The sheets under her were so hot, though. Searing whatever exposed skin there was. She jumped off the bed, that poor girl. That girl crawled over to the mirror and pressed herself against it, absorbing its cool touch. With this mirror, there was peace at last, but then there was another bang on the door.

That girl curled up against the mirror and began shaking. Was she wetting herself? Then the door began to speak to her. Its voice was rough and had a sharp edge to it. It was feminine, though, and in that sense made it softer on her ears.

"Hey, kiddo," the door yelled. It sounded so forced, like a yell, but it was so soft. Yelling softly was a thought that made that girl giggle to herself, but she still did not answer. "Le'see here... Pentobarbital?! Hell, these fuckers really have you drugged up, huh? Well, I'm going to cut to the chase before your pass out or ram yourself senseless again."

The door knew? The door was watching her, that stupid door. The door should just mind its own business, it should! The girl curled up tighter against the mirror, seeking comfort in its icy touch, but the spot she had glued herself to was already hot. No comfort here.

"I'm going to be your roommate after you get chucked out of here, alright?" The door was speaking slowly now. It pronounced each syllable clearly as if speaking to a baby or a stupid person. The door thought she was stupid?! How dare it! "Well, uhh... yeah, well that's it I guess. I'll see you in a few days, kay babe?"

Then the room fell prisoner to silence once again. That girl had mustered up enough courage to finally talk to the door, but it had become so quiet. Was she alone again?

"Hey, Door...?" Nothing. "Ms. Door?"

She was alone again, how nice.

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Ah-ha! Character introduction! Kinda... Oh yeah, if you're wondering "Why does she keep using 'that girl' rather than 'the girl'?" Well there's a reason, so if it sounds weird and awkward, it should. D: I do these things for a purpose and because of love you... in the form of story telling, yes I love you. Enjoy my love! xD

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