Authoress Notes: Sorry Kyla and Lorrie! Merry-go Round shall be updated after this, but listening to that song made me think of a new chapter for this!

Claim: Kyla and Lorrie helped with Annetta's name.

Notes: I'm going to start putting titles for the chapters, okay?

Disclaim: I don't own anything. dammit.

Soundtrack: There's No Solution [Sum 41]

Sweet Escape

03

"What's this for, anyway?" Annetta prodded at her own arm, watching the IV that stuck from a vein in the crook of her elbow and then her eyes switched to the nervous visage of the nurse who gave her a shaky smile that faltered at the edges, making the silverette blink.

"It's just a simple injection, Annetta," she said, and her gentle voice contrasted greatly with the strained facial expression. Tipping her head to the side in curiosity, Annetta wondered if she should inquire as to her skittish behavior before thinking better of it. If she wanted to tell, she would have.

And so, she sat on the white bed patiently, waiting for the injection to be done with. Her fingers flexed and wiggled as she hummed a soft tone under her breath to entertain herself while the bag of clear liquid drained slowly into her veins, and she blinked as warm drowsiness began to settle into her mind, making it hard to focus on anything.

"Wait a minute," she said, and the words were heavy on her tongue, slurred and running together in a line of mumbled english as she tried to keep her grip on consciousness, though it was quickly escaping like sand through her fingers, pale and silvery as it faded all together and her eyelids descended as she leaned to the side, head falling onto the soft pillow.

The nurse flinched back for a moment before retracting the needle from the now unaware female's arm, wrapping the crook of her elbow in soft white before adjusting the girl so that she was laying fully on the bed.

She was merely sleeping, the sedative strong enough to knock her out and assure that she'd remain calm while she went through the CAT-scan, as ordered by the director. Out of impulse, the nurse ran her fingers through soft platinum hair, playing with the strands as a soft, fond look crossed over her features, and her fingers trailed to the childish face of the slumbering girl.

Sometimes she felt as though Annetta were the daughter she never had, and she loved her dearly, though she wasn't supposed to play favorites with patients. But the girl was determined to stay optimistic in this antiseptic hole that she had been forced into at a young age, and the connection between the two of them had been instant.

Annetta would tell her about her day and what she disliked about this place — which was basically everything — while she was being treated for whatever that her father thought she was ailed with. She knew why Annetta was here, and why her father kept her here — but that wasn't her place to tell the silverette the truth behind her containment, or why she was on prozac, just like all the other patients.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, leaning down as she disrupted her own thoughts and brushed a kiss across the sleeping eighteen year-old's temple before pushing the bed towards the large, outlandish machine that waited on the other side of the room.

[Haro!]

Waking up was like fighting her way through quicksand as she forced her lids to pry apart, whining in protest to the bright lighting that transferred into the dim luminesence of her room that made her blink in surprise.

Last time she knew, she had been in the infirmary, getting some kind of injection. Had she blacked out? Shrugging, she figured it was plausible and inspected her arm, which had been wound with soft bandaging, care evident in the way it was firmly wrapped, not too tight or too loose.

Annetta's fingers glided over the bandages before smiling to herself and rising from her bed. Exhaustion weighed heavily in her mind, but something nagged at her to go and visit Allelujah again, having gotten very little time to converse with him during woodshop before being hauled away to the infirmary.

Creeping underneath her bed and pulling the platform up, she slipped down like normal, ignoring the numbness to her fingers as she descended the narrow ladder and into the darkened tunnel, eyes squinting until they adjusted, and the dim look to the labyrinth didn't seem so daunting.

Why she felt so tired as she walked was a mystery to the emerald eyed female who shook it off as the black out episode she must have had earlier and she continued her way to the hallway above, pushing it up and sliding her body out and replacing the tile before rising. Her feet took the route that was unsteady in her mind, though she knew it was the correct way to his room.

Her thoughts were indeed correct as she came to a stop, finding the boy staring at the wall in thought, as he was apt to do. He must be one of those philisophical types, she mused with a smile that pulled upwards as she whispered.

"Allelujah." He turned towards her, and she beamed, though she lingered outside the door for another moment before pulling on the lock and slipping inside, taking her seat next to him on the bed. "What happened after I left?"

"Nothing," he replied, and it was the truth that nothing productive had gone on after she left. Blinking, she sighed and left it at that as she folded her arms, the white gauze catching the dark-haired teen's attention as he gestured. "Did something happen?"

"Huh?" She blinked. "Ah, no. That's just where I got an injection. Don't know what it was," she answered, making him sweatdrop. Was she really that lackadasical about everything? He was about to reprimand her and tell her to pay more attention when she began speaking once more, making him fall silent so that he could hear her. "Na...Allelujah."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever wondered...what it would be like to see outside these walls again? To see friends and stuff?" What was she getting at? Allelujah said nothing as she turned towards him, and there was a soft wistful look to her face that he hadn't noticed before. "Wouldn't it be nice?"

"It would," he said, remembering his companions that were most likely trying to find a way to get him out of here. He would do no good for Celestial Being by being here, and he wanted to find a route to sweet freedom as soon as possible, for fear that he would fall deeper into insanity than he already had. "What are you getting at?"

"I guess what I'm trying to say is..." She inhaled, a soft intake of breath before she faced him, eyes locked upon his, face set into a mask of seriousness. "I want to escape."