White Room
Ketti : My buffer killed itself. It's all JuJu's fault. XD And more explanations. Unless of course you're all convinced she's schizo anyways.
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Sarah woke in a hospital bed. Gee, like that's not familiar.
She was amazed to see her four year old little brother cuddled up to her side, and when she looked up further, saw her dad napping in one of the uncomfortable chairs next to the bed. Despite the whole… locked in a nut house thing, she saw her family pretty regularly, and Toby still loved her. They just couldn't talk about goblins, or fairy tales that involved children being stolen away, or… Well, he still loved her, that was what mattered. Fortunately, they blamed most of it on her seizures, and each time she was put back in the hospital they gave her an MRI to see if anything had changed in her brain. She was even home schooled, sort of. The mental ward had general ed classes for the patients with a good enough grip on reality to know what was being said to them and take tests.
Guess they mismanaged my doses or something… what a big surprise. She rolled her eyes at the thought, she'd been switching off different meds at least once a month to try and get the right chemical balance. Every now and then things went a little… well… wrong, and she ended up back here.
She heard a noise to her right and looked, biting her lip to smother her shocked gasp as she saw the fur covered goblin crawl up onto the bed at her feet. She'd named the little guy Rufus after the second time he invaded her hospital room, and only Toby seemed to see him, but she'd managed to convince the little blonde boy not to say a word about his goblin friends to adults. She half expected herself to go into another fit, but surprisingly her head wasn't pounding and her heart rate was still stable. She grinned at the little guy and crooked her finger, petting his head as he approached. She wasn't lying when she told her psych doctor that the goblins weren't welcome at BlankSlatePsychiatric Hospital. She wondered if it was because too many of the occupants would be able to see them. But that made no sense, right? She really wasn't sure. Whenever she got to thinking about it too much, that little crack in her ... was it in her mind? That little crack would widen a little and… Well…
She felt her breathing get a little choppy and forced herself to close her eyes and relax. (precious)
Just… breathe… Just…
Relax.
She remembered the first week in the ward, how she stuck mostly to her room until they dragged her out for meals. It was on the fourth day that she finally ventured into the common room and sat by the window, gazing outside wistfully. Her head felt stuffed full of cotton and her breathing was a little labored, but otherwise she felt okay. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw a familiar hunched shape waddling away, but she ignored it, frowning.
She watched the clouds gather and darken and it reminded her of that fateful day six months back, reciting the book aloud in the park with Merlin as her audience… running from the rain. A wan smile touched her lips as her eyes glazed. "I can't do anything right, can I?" She whispered along with the memory.
Time seemed to slow even as the pace of the memory sped double, no, triple time until she stood at the door, just about to turn the lights off when… "I wish I-" did know what to say to make the goblins take you away.
A searing pain ripped through her skull and she screamed, bringing her hands up to clutch her head, and perhaps to keep it from splitting in two. I wish, I wish…
The words began to echo through her brain like the beats of a bass drum, and each thundering roll sent spasms of pain down her spine. She could hear other voices around her and she lashed out blindly, feeling her foot connect with something hard but giving, and she nearly fell from her chair. In a surge of panicked strength she grabbed the chair and threw it at the window where the crack in the world lay hidden in the reflective pane of glass. If she could close it (mindthegap) and make it go away..!
She was tackled to the ground moments later – and the chair bounced awkwardly off the window frame, leaving the glass intact – and she felt a sharp pain in her arm as she screamed about the goblins coming to get her little brother. (Ohno,thecleaners!)
She had woken in a straight jacket, strapped to her bed, and she stared up at the bars supporting the bunk above hers. The cotton had been replaced with a swarm of angry bees and she whimpered pitifully, trying to turn away, to bury herself in the pillow, but she couldn't move.
"Goblin King…" She moaned, half fearfully, unsure what exactly she was asking for.
(sayyourrightwords)
"What's wrong with me?" She sobbed as the pain grew hotter behind her eyes. She could swear she saw one of the Goblin King's crystals floating above her, rolling along the bars. It made her think of the Escher Room (youreyescanbesocruel) when the Goblin King threw the glass ball up the impossible stairs for Toby to grab.
It was like she had a choire of goblin voyeurs in her brain, whispering words and secrets from her time in the Labyrinth at even the most base connection to the Underground. But it wasn't just that, they would scream in her ears, reciting her deepest thoughts, and she just wanted them to shut up,,!
"I really will go insane at this rate." Sarah Williams moaned as she stared at the back of her eyelids, trying to force herself to sleep.
(ohthankyouhoggle)
She almost thought she heard music, and she focused on that faint sound, mouthing the words silently to herself. 'There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes…'
Sarah wasn't very surprised to wake up in the same room she had just been recalling in a dream. She wi-… she would have liked to have talked to Toby a little, but they liked to get her back into Blank Slate as soon as her overnight – or longer if needed – was over at MercyHospital. Whoever named these places had some sort of irony complex, she thought wryly.
She glanced over at the clock on the wall (thirteenhours) and saw it was getting close to noon, and she was hungry. With a grimace, she rolled off the stiff mattress and flinched as she heard something clink to the floor before rolling away under the dresser. She bit her lower lip hard, nearly drawing blood, and slowly stood to approach the set of drawers with her clean clothes. She would not look under the dresser, would not look…not…
(notagiftforanordinarygirl)
"Goblin King, Goblin King…" She muttered to herself as she got dressed, and with a sad smile looked at the place where there would be a mirror, but saw only the white wall.
"They say it's all in my head, but that's the problem, isn't it?" Her brows arched and she turned away, opening the door and poking her head out into the hall to look for a patrolling nurse or aid.
"It's all leaking out through the cracks."