I got into it. I wrote for like four hours.
I have mono...again.
No more kissing for me.
So this i probaly what I'll be doing to stay awake.
Lucky for the readers. =)
If there are any?
Chapter 3
Riku turned red today.
He let the colors control him.
He needs to learn to control the colors.
I learned to a long time ago.
I felt like pacing. So I walked up and down the hallway.
Down
Turn
Back
Turn
Down
Turn
Back
The evil ones all dressed in white walked past me. I wish I wore white. And they were the ones locked up. Then it'd be different.
They are actually locked up though.
I'm free.
My mind is free.
I imagined throwing a rock in my head. It echoed five times.
Five is a good number. Five fingers on my hands. Five points on a star. I once held a starfish in my hand. Five is good.
Preoccupied by my thoughts I walked into something solid and stumbled back. I breathed evenly through my nose and looked at the floor. I could see the reflection of one of the Whitelocked. I knew him, from somewhere. But I couldn't remember where. I looked up straight into his face, trying to remember. This was important. It felt like I should know him.
He had black hair.
"I know you from somewhere," I informed him.
"Well jeez Roxas, I sure hope you would know me! I'm friends with your brother Cloud. My name is Zack. I help take care of you everyday here. Ring any bells?" He said with a friendly smile on his face.
It was a fake smile. He was making up colors to fool me. When he said Zack it clicked. He was the one that made Cloud send me here. I don't like him. He brainwashes people.
I didn't answer his question. I just resumed my pacing. He's not worth my time.
"Hey wait Roxas! You have group therapy," he yelled after me. The fake smile was gone. He looked sad now. But he could be faking this too.
I turned around and walked into the lounge room. There were chairs arranged in a circle. I hated circles. They were never ending. I couldn't get out of a circle. They trapped people.
I scooted my chair slightly out of the circle and pulled my legs up to my chest. The other patients in my group session were sitting around happily chatting, waiting for their minds to be brainwashed by a Whitelocked.
"Okay guys lets get started with this," announced Leon, the Whitelock in charge of this. "We have a new patient today. His name is Axel. Would you like to share why you are here Axel?"
"Uhhh sure. They said I'm a pyromaniac," replied Axel obviously uncomfortable.
His color was very dark purple.
"You don't think you're a pyro then?" asked Demyx.
"Well…no…yeah…I guess. I like fire a lot. But it's not like it's a big deal," said Axel looking even more uncomfortable.
"You wouldn't be sent here if it wasn't a big deal you idiot," spat out Larxene. I find her to be a very unpleasant person. Her color is red almost all the time.
"I just got carried away. I don't want to talk about it," replied Axel, his color turning a darker purple.
"Leon is Riku okay? He never came back after he got angry," asked Sora raising his arm. I liked Sora. I'm not sure why though.
"He was sedated. He won't wake up for a couple hours. Don't worry about him, he'll be fine," said Leon.
"He freaked out again? That's harsh. Who set him off this time?" asked Xigbar. He had an eye patch and a surfer accent. It's hard not to like that.
Surfer+Pirate=Xigbar
I smiled at this thought. It's just a good combination. I liked when things mix together and make something totally new, but still had the quality of what made it.
"I did, I'm sorry. I just hate awkward silences. He looked mad. I wanted to cheer him up," Axel said sheepishly. Sheepishly. Sheepishly. Sheepishly.
Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry have I,
Three bags full;
One for my master,
One for my dame
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.
"….as? Roxas? Hey! Roxas!"
I was pulled from my thoughts again by Leon the Whitelock. I looked at him. I was laughing a little. I always loved that nursery rhyme. It made me happy.
"Why are you laughing? Do you think its funny Riku had a meltdown?" seethed Leon. Leon didn't like me. I can't remember why though. I did something to him. He holds grudges.
I stopped laughing. Whitelocks take all my happiness away. I fixed a very serious expression on my face and looked him in the eye, "I have no comment."
"You're repressing your thoughts Roxas. This is a free area. You need to share with the group." I imagined an 'or else' at the end of that.
I was about to reply with a boring comment when somthing tugged at my mind.
I looked over at Axel. I stared straight into his emerald eyes…looking.
He looked confused.
But under it, he looked angry.
He looked red.
"You're never going home," I said to him.
The room was quiet.
Everyone was confused now.
Then I got up and walked out of the circle, the circle that traps people.
The circle of people telling their tragic life stories over and over, thinking it would cure them.
But all it did was give their souls to the Whitelocks.
You can't ever get out of the circle without a soul.
Shove
"NO!"
Bang
Crashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrash
Craaack
"Please state your emergency."
I opened my eyes.
I always heard those noises when I tried to sleep.
It was like my brain wanted to make sure I wouldn't ever forget it.
I sighed and rolled over onto my stomach.
My stomach growled but I didn't feel hungry.
I rarely did.
I skipped dinner today.
The Whitelocks had to force feed me a couple times. I shudder at the memories of that.
I wish I had a bouncy ball to throw at the ceiling. It'd help me fall asleep. It'd take my mind off things. I wish I could forget the bad stuff. I wish I got hit on the head hard enough to erase the memories. I want to walk around living a lie instead of knowing how terrible I was.
The door opened. A Whitelock girl came in with the Axel guy following behind her.
"Hello Roxas, Axel is your new roomy. I hope you guys get along. Pills are going to be passed out in ten minutes. Listen for the bell." With that she walked out of the room leaving us alone.
Axel stood there awkwardly before sitting on the other twin bed in the cramped room. The walls were white, which I didn't mind. But the bed spreads were blue. That made me uneasy. I didn't like the color blue very much. I don't want it to seep off the bedspread into me. So I usually didn't sleep with blankets no matter how cold it was.
"What do you mean I'm never going home? I'll get out of here eventually," asked Axel looking at me.
"I'm not sure what I meant. I just said it. You made me think it. It's not my fault," I said back softly.
"That doesn't make any sense though! Why can't I just have a straight answer! What is your problem kid?" He yelled at me.
The red was getting stronger around him.
He made me feel the red.
It hurt me.
My skin burned.
"Stop! Please stop it!" I gasped.
"What? Roxas? Are you okay?" He asked anxiously. He got up and walked to my side of the room. The red was gone now. It retreated back into him as quickly as it came out.
Ding Ding Ding
I didn't answer him I just got up and walked out into the hall to stand in line for my pills.
I took the Dixie cup filled with a round white pill, a round blue pill, and a triangular white pill and swallowed them with a gulp of water.
Part of me wanted to take a bite out of the Dixie cup, like in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. The part in the candy room and a flower turns into a teacup and he bites into it. I wondered if the Dixie cup would taste sweet like the flower probably did.
But before I could try the cup, Zack took the cup out of my hand and put it in the trash can.
I was disappointed.
I walked back to my room.
I felt a bit woozy.
I rammed my shoulder into a wall.
I couldn't stay up straight.
They must have upped my dosage for my sleep meds.
I never felt like this after the pills usually.
Somehow I made it to my room and collapsed on my bed. I curled into a ball and let the drugs overtake me.
"Shhh, come on kid! Wake up!" Someone nudge me hard in the ribs.
I opened my eyes blearily to see dark figures hovering over me.
Aliens?
I was lifted up and half carried, half dragged, out and down the hall into a brightly lit room.
There was a bed there. The figures set me down on it and started strapping my arms and legs down with the padded restraints.
This doesn't usually happen? Does it?
A mouth guard was shoved in my mouth. I gagged and tried to spit it out but I couldn't. My tongue felt funny.
Am I dreaming?
The figures started attaching wires and cords to my arms and chest.
Where's my shirt?
I tried to see the figures faces but the light behind them was too bright and my eyes were all blurry.
Something was set on my head.
"Three volts," said one of the figures. It was a man's voice.
Volts?
ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzzzzzzZZz!
My eyes widened and I bit down on the mouth guard.
My legs and arms were tensing and untensing wildly, fighting against the restraints on their own accord.
I couldn't breathe,
I couldn't think,
I could only see black with little circles of white popping up.
As soon as it happened it stopped.
I gasped for air but ended up choking on the mouth guard. Tears were running down my face.
"Are you okay Roxas? This is going to help you get better, just relax," said the man's voice.
Help me? I want to be better....
"Five volts now."
NO! WAIT!
Again I heard the horrible buzzing. My body arched up. But this time it was different. I heard something.
"You're going to be staying with me from now on."
I could feel someone rustling my hair.
"Everything is going to be better now."
But it wasn't.
This went on three more times, the volts being increased to nine. I didn't hear anything else. I just blacked out after the last one sweating and trying to get as much air as I could breathing through my nose.
"Take him back to his room," said the man's voice.
I was freed from the restraints and the mouth guard was taken out of my mouth.
I couldn't move.
My limbs twitched.
I was dragged back to my room and put in my bed. They put the blue covers on me. I couldn't push them off me, even though I wanted to. I still couldn't move.
I stared up at the ceiling.
I didn't sleep the rest of the night afraid the figures would come back.
Okay. I'm going to put somthing happy somewhere in the next one.
This is just like....unhappy to the max.
Thank you for reading! (If these readers exist?)
Review? I enjoy them.
Even the weird ones....with people talking to their imaginary friend? haha
