Authors note- First thank you to ryodai89, goldden eyes, beccaxxx, mittensx7768, aprilthirteen13, Decepticonloser101, and beatrice for your wnderful reviews! A special thank you for ryodai89 your reviews are just so great and I just cant wait for them! Also to answer goldden eyes it's sad to say i'm not really familiar with beauty and the beast but I guess it's kinda like that and that's not on purpose because like I said I'm not that familiar with it. Any way sorry for the absence but here's the next chapter. I do not own anything of Rise of the Guardians or anything!
Waking up drenched in sweat with a dry throat and sore muscles had become routine ever since I came to the hospital. As much as it hurt to open my strained eyes and move out of the bed I knew I had to. There was no choice to keep going in this hell hole of a mental ward. You could either get up and fight another day for no clear victory or you could give up like so many chose to do. Just lie in bed to waste away to skin and bone and slip quietly to your death. I had thought about it more then a thousand times in all my years of being in this prison, but always would get up to fight the invisible war plaguing my mind and emotions. There was to much left in the world I hadn't seen or experienced and my curiosity kept giving me the strength to battle. It always gave me the same excuse; One day I will get out of this place, just wait another day and I will escape. Yet I knew deep down I would not leave, at least not on my own terms. So now that Pitch gave me a way to leave and see my sister I jumped to the occasion.
"And now it begins." Gently sliding out of the small bed I crawled over to the window to witness my last sunrise. The stars sparkled in the deep blue sky like little life boats in a endless ocean. As the sun began to rise I could barley see the bright yellow and orange flames blend into the dark sky over the other side of the hospital. It was strange, this sunrise seemed different. Almost as if it even knew that it would be the last time I would lay eyes on its colored beauty. Watching in silence I saw a intricate dance of oranges and yellow chasing the deep purple and blue turning it into a brilliant shade of pink. The sky was being born into a new day and I couldn't help but shed a stream of tears.
"This may in fact be my last day to see you my friend, but one day we will meet again. Hopefully on that day I will be able to actually see your true glory rise above the Earth instead of it being masked by the gray stone walls of this prison." I gently placed my hand on the steadily warming glass and breathed a soft kiss upon it. As soon as the quiet moment came it was interrupted by the click clack of my rooms door being unlocked.
"Angela the doc decided you learned your lesson, you are now allowed back into general population." I shook my head in response and the hospital watch dog walked away slamming my door in the process. Stepping away from the window I began to form a game plan in my head. Pitch said the only requirement for me to see my sister was to stay with him forever.
"A little over dramatic I think, but what does it mean?" then I realized something "I'm talking to myself."Breathing out a sigh I went back to thinking. A knock on my door stirred attention.
"Hey uh, Angie... I mean damn Angela... Uh the day room has the art teacher visiting if you want to go... I mean I just overheard you are now aloud back in to the day room, I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, please don't be mad." A very shaky voice said from outside my door. I raised a eyebrow and moved slowly to the door's small glass window to peak outside. There stood Mark Stevens, frail as a shard of glass with a face of sunken scars and wrinkles. He was my neighbor from across the hall that I would have a occasional conversation with. I am not one to talk, but this man was indeed very crazy and very creepy. He would shake and talk to shadows who were not there and had a knack for spying through my window to watch me undress.
"I'm not mad Mark, go ahead and go down there I will meet you in there." I said from behind the door and saw as his frown twisted into a toothy smile as he did a little dance and headed for the day room. I let out a small breath and went to laundry to get a new pair of hospital clothes and take a shower. I kept the cleaning short remembering what happened last time, I didn't even dry my hair. Hurrying along to the day room I got a few hello's from the patience but paid no attention. For the first time in this god forbidden place I had a real purpose, having no time for them anymore.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry Angela?" Whipping around I saw standing there with a clipboard in hand and a nice smile placed upon his lips.
"The day room." I spit out just barley audible to the human ear. He came closer and gently put his hand on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. I looked up at him with eyes of a wild dog who was scared and did not wish for any contact at the moment. He didn't seem to get the message because he continued to talk.
"You know I was just about to go to your room, I would like to have a talk about your actions the past couple of days."
"But the art teacher is here." I said in a semi-pleading voice. He quickly turned me around with unseen strength in his hands and I was soon losing progress to the day room.
"And he will be here next week so don't worry about it." I stopped my body from moving with a jerk of my head to face the doctor. Some of my wet brown locks fell in my face giving me a more wild look as the words came through my teeth like a growl of a feral dog.
"No, I am going to see the art teacher today." Twisting out of his grasp I hurried to the day room and he let me. I do not know why I wanted to go so much, I didn't even like art that much I only like the colors. Even so I found myself sitting at the many tables the art teacher had set up making macaroni renditions of elves and tooth fairies. I even painted a picture of what I thought Jack Frost looked like when he nipped at your nose. The art teacher came over and said it was one of the best works he had ever seen, but considering the other people in his art session it wasn't saying much. Still I took the compliment and watched him work his magic as he painted a portrait of some sort. First his brush stroked a deep maroon onto the canvas then he painted blue across it. The colors swirled together into a rich violet and I was enthralled on how skillfully he applied each layer of new color to the picture. Turquoise began to splotch the page then a shade of Forrest green and I began to make out a bird.
"Then the finishing touch!" He laughed before adding the most dazzling gold I had ever seen. Even in my sunrises I had never seen such a color used. It was sparkling even in the artificial light, I realized my eyes were seeing the color of the gods. He finished the picture and I saw it was a peacock set against a colorful sky, but another character caught my eye.
"Excuse me, but what is that in the corner of the picture?" I asked and he gave me a happy smile and pointed at the small detail only I had noticed.
"This little guy? He is the sandman, giving all the little boys and girls and even some adults good dreams they need!" I tilted my head a little quizzically. If this was so this sandman must have never heard of this mental hospital, because I know for fact there has not been a single good dream for anyone here in all the years I have been here. I went to get a closer look at this so called Sandman when I noticed a very shiny metallic object in the art teachers art kit. It looked to be a exacto knife and for some reason I felt the need to grab it. The teachers back was turned, so I took the opportunity and snatched it from the kit. He noticed nothing and waved a goodbye at me.
"Hey I really liked your Jack Frost and I see you liked my Sandman picture, so if you want you can keep it."
"Really?" I replied flabbergasted.
"Yeah keep it, but only if I can keep the Jack Frost that is sitting over there." He laughed pointing at my painting that sat on the table. I nodded and he thanked me before leaving. Walking over to the Sandman picture I sat down to admire it some more and ended up staying that way until dinner. I held the exacto knife uncomfortably tight when I was startled by one of the nurses.
"Excuse me miss Angela, but we are about to serve dinner and you are going to have to take your painting and move."
"Yes Ma'am." I nodded slipping the exacto knife carefully into the waist band of my hospital pants grabbed my painting and headed for my room. Mark was there to greet me.
"Oh sweet he let you keep it!"
"Uh, yeah you know there about to serve dinner." I said wanting to escape any conversation he might want to begin with me. He nodded shakily and asked if I was going and I answered no.
"I'm just going to go to bed..."
"Oh, well see you tomorrow then?" He said a little disappointment in his eyes. I was just about to enter my room when another strange feeling came over me.
"Hey mark if you really want this painting you can have it, I don't need it." His eyes filled with a emotion rarely seen in this asylum without the hep of prescription medication. Small tears fell from redden eyes as he struggle to speak words to me. Taking the painting he finally spat them out in a big smile and hugged me for a split second before recoiling back.
"Oh thank you... thank you Angie, I mean Angela no one ever gives me anything ever and I like it so much!"
"Uh yeah just do me a favor and don't peak through my window anymore."
"Never ever cross my heart and hope to die!" He replied taking his new found prize down to the day room to eat dinner. I smiled slipping into my room closing the door behind me. The sun had already settled and the moon was high in the sky like a silver ship with its crescent shaped sail.
"Well my sweetest Angela I think the time has come, don't you think?"
Authors note- So there is chapter 4! Tell me what you think and remember to alert and do all the cool things you guys do!