Hey guys. Sorry for updating late. I haven't been home enough to actually write, but of course that would be an excuse.
Some mood music for this story in general:
Brotsor- Olafur Arnalds
One Beautiful Evening- Laurie Anderson
Closer- Kings of Leon
As if on cue, the food bell sounds. It is time to eat. And that means I'll be able to get out of this thing.
"Alice, dear. It's time for lunch." One of the veteran nurses says before opening the door.
I'm already there standing, waiting for my chance as she opens the door. There is no gasp this time, just a surprised look. Yes, this one knows me very well, indeed.
"What, no visions this time? No warnings Miss Alice?" She sarcastically asks.
"No ma'am. I've decided to leave you all to your own fate."
"Hm. This is very unlike you, Alice." She says, just as I step out.
"Yes, it is… And this is too." I say as I take the back of her head into my hand and slam her face into the wall. After she is startled, I press a pressure point; I know this pressure point because all the crazy treatments I get includes people pressing these points on me.
I then make my way to the cafeteria. No one checks who's who here, so I'll at least have a weak till they notice me gone, and that's long enough for me. I get my food and sit at a relatively empty table; I'll take it slow with seeing people.
Sitting at this table is a tall, blonde guy who looks around twenty years old. There is another guy with black hair, looking a bit younger. And there is a girl who looks very tall, pale, and has long black hair, much like my old hair.
I decide to sit here. I haven't interacted with anyone in years but that's why I escaped my cell. As I sit down, I give a small smile, hoping these people are relatively nice.
"Hi, I'm Alice." I declare with a smile, cautious around these new people.
"Um, hi." The blonde one says in confusion, which I can understand. "I've never seen you around here."
"Well um, that's because they don't let me out much." I say, hoping that they won't mind me being vague.
"Alright then, um I'm James." The blonde one says. "That's Steven, and that's Violet."
"Hi. It's nice to meet you guys." I say, feeling overwhelmingly awkward.
"So," James begins, "Why are you in here?" I think James is a little more outgoing then the rest.
"Oh, um," I'm not sure if I should tell them the truth, "well, I get these… visions. Like, of the future." I say, not sure of what comes next. They don't say anything. "And you?"
They didn't answer at first. I knew they would be shocked. People like me don't get to interact with other people. These guys are probably just weird or awkward people.
"I've never met a person like you." James began, mouth agape. "We're not nearly as different as you." Funny how he said 'different'.
"Yeah, I'm pretty different… So why are you guys in here?" I say trying to turn the light on someone else.
"Well, um I have this obsession with tracking animals. My parents didn't like it so they sent me here." He said, seeming a bit sad. "And neither of them talk much." He said, pointing to the other two.
"Oh, well that's interesting," I began as I saw in the corner of my eye two nurses. They looked like they were looking for something.
Just as I came to the realization that they were looking for me, One of the nurse's eyes met mine with a hate- filled glare.