A/N: Howdy all! Tis me the little Canadian girl; I'm back for chapter 2 of
umm.. What's my story called again? Oh wait I remember ok yeah The Lost
Flower or something; doesn't matter. Anyway I read all of your reviews;
they were great I even got some criticism. Oh and I'll try and clean up all
that pov stuff and add more detail; you see I don't really want much detail
because well if I said then I'd give away the plot, and the point of view
thing I've just never been good at.
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or anything to do with it. Like I said before if I did I would never be leaving my bedroom because of Syaoran.( (
~*~ The room with no window ~*~
Some ones pov
When I awoke the room was dark, I had to guess and say it was still dark for my room had no window. I tried to sit up but I remembered that I was still bound to the bed by restraints. I thought about waiting until one of the orderlies came; but I then remembered where I was. This wasn't one of those hospitals you went to when you were ill or injured; this was a hospital that you went to when you were insane, there were dangerous people here.
I was awoken from my thoughts when one of the other 'patients' started to scream; it didn't faze me though I was used to it. I looked over to the bed next to me; no one was allowed to have another person share a room with him or her. Sighing I looked to where the window should have been; only privileged patients could have windows, ones they could trust wouldn't break the glass to cut themselves or leap to their deaths.
Again I was interrupted from my thoughts; I turned to see a sneering middle aged woman. ''Hello Beatrice" I tried to put as much happiness into it as I could, just to piss her off. She just glared and came closer to the bed; I watched her shoes as she made her way towards me, they were white nurse's shoes, nothing special about them. Next I looked at her face; she had a pale fleshy complexion, squinty blue eyes, a stuck up nose, her mouth was always in a sneering smile, and her blond hair seemed to always be greasy and limp.
She undid the horrid restraints and then pulled me from the bed. After being shoved into the bathroom I splashed some water onto my face, looking into the mirror I saw a reflection that wasn't me. It was a girl; her strawberry blonde hair was long and untamed, her face was like a younger, daintier replica of my own, she had a sad smile and a look of hopelessness in her eyes. I guessed that she could only be eleven or twelve.
It was her eyes made me turn away; it was like she was asking me to help her, and for some reason I felt shame for not being able to. I walked away from the mirror and left my small room. I wandered down the hall with the other drones; trying to make it seem that I was no different from the others. I stopped when I heard people talking; ''that poor girl, only fifteen and in here'' said one of the women, ''I feel for her, not being to remember what happened'' another of the women said, now it was Beatrice talking ''oh she knows what happened she just doesn't want to tell anyone'', ''oh and why would she not tell anyone if it meant she could get out of here?'' one of the women asked. ''Because she's scared that's why'', Beatrice said with a knowing tone; ''scared? Scared of who'' the other woman asked innocently.
I had already started running down the hall before the name of the person could be heard. The endless row of doors seemed to fly by, as I ran; not caring whom I ran into, the white walls and mindless zombies were too much. I ran until I felt two strong arms grab me from behind and pull me into a room. I tried to see who the man was but my eyes were to clouded by tears. ''Why are you crying?'', he asked gently; I looked away ashamed, here I was crying on some guys shoulder. It was then I realized that for all I knew this guy could be some psycho rapist, who saw a vulnerable girl crying, and decided it was an easy fuck. I quickly jumped away and stood at a healthy distance from him; I then took a good look at him. Messy auburn hair, chocolate brown eyes, (a/n: bet you can't guess who this is) his body was well muscled underneath the white T-shirt and white pants, his eyes showed hurt but hid a secret. I continued starring and raking my brain, for somewhere in it I knew I knew him, we continued our stare down until he spoke. ''Please don't be afraid, I wont hurt you scouts honor'' his voice was like poetry, emotional and flowing in perfect sequence. I walked closer subconsciously and was amazed to find myself sitting rite next to him; we didn't need to speak in words, our souls spoke for us. So many emotions flooded over me; ones I had never felt before and others I hadn't felt in what seemed to be ages. I didn't realize I had started crying again until he handed me a tissue.
After I finished crying, we started to talk, not about anything unparticular. We talked about living here and the orderlies; throughout the conversation it felt like I was forgetting something important. He again asked me why I had been crying and this time I felt obligated to tell him. I started with when I had awoken and finished with when he found me; by the end I was crying again, he didn't say anything though this time, instead he moved closer and put his arms around me. The touch brought memories flooding back to my brain; it was too much for me to handle at once, and I found myself slowly passing out. The last thing I remember saying must have been gibberish for I knew no one of this name, who could this Syaoran be???
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura or anything to do with it. Like I said before if I did I would never be leaving my bedroom because of Syaoran.( (
~*~ The room with no window ~*~
Some ones pov
When I awoke the room was dark, I had to guess and say it was still dark for my room had no window. I tried to sit up but I remembered that I was still bound to the bed by restraints. I thought about waiting until one of the orderlies came; but I then remembered where I was. This wasn't one of those hospitals you went to when you were ill or injured; this was a hospital that you went to when you were insane, there were dangerous people here.
I was awoken from my thoughts when one of the other 'patients' started to scream; it didn't faze me though I was used to it. I looked over to the bed next to me; no one was allowed to have another person share a room with him or her. Sighing I looked to where the window should have been; only privileged patients could have windows, ones they could trust wouldn't break the glass to cut themselves or leap to their deaths.
Again I was interrupted from my thoughts; I turned to see a sneering middle aged woman. ''Hello Beatrice" I tried to put as much happiness into it as I could, just to piss her off. She just glared and came closer to the bed; I watched her shoes as she made her way towards me, they were white nurse's shoes, nothing special about them. Next I looked at her face; she had a pale fleshy complexion, squinty blue eyes, a stuck up nose, her mouth was always in a sneering smile, and her blond hair seemed to always be greasy and limp.
She undid the horrid restraints and then pulled me from the bed. After being shoved into the bathroom I splashed some water onto my face, looking into the mirror I saw a reflection that wasn't me. It was a girl; her strawberry blonde hair was long and untamed, her face was like a younger, daintier replica of my own, she had a sad smile and a look of hopelessness in her eyes. I guessed that she could only be eleven or twelve.
It was her eyes made me turn away; it was like she was asking me to help her, and for some reason I felt shame for not being able to. I walked away from the mirror and left my small room. I wandered down the hall with the other drones; trying to make it seem that I was no different from the others. I stopped when I heard people talking; ''that poor girl, only fifteen and in here'' said one of the women, ''I feel for her, not being to remember what happened'' another of the women said, now it was Beatrice talking ''oh she knows what happened she just doesn't want to tell anyone'', ''oh and why would she not tell anyone if it meant she could get out of here?'' one of the women asked. ''Because she's scared that's why'', Beatrice said with a knowing tone; ''scared? Scared of who'' the other woman asked innocently.
I had already started running down the hall before the name of the person could be heard. The endless row of doors seemed to fly by, as I ran; not caring whom I ran into, the white walls and mindless zombies were too much. I ran until I felt two strong arms grab me from behind and pull me into a room. I tried to see who the man was but my eyes were to clouded by tears. ''Why are you crying?'', he asked gently; I looked away ashamed, here I was crying on some guys shoulder. It was then I realized that for all I knew this guy could be some psycho rapist, who saw a vulnerable girl crying, and decided it was an easy fuck. I quickly jumped away and stood at a healthy distance from him; I then took a good look at him. Messy auburn hair, chocolate brown eyes, (a/n: bet you can't guess who this is) his body was well muscled underneath the white T-shirt and white pants, his eyes showed hurt but hid a secret. I continued starring and raking my brain, for somewhere in it I knew I knew him, we continued our stare down until he spoke. ''Please don't be afraid, I wont hurt you scouts honor'' his voice was like poetry, emotional and flowing in perfect sequence. I walked closer subconsciously and was amazed to find myself sitting rite next to him; we didn't need to speak in words, our souls spoke for us. So many emotions flooded over me; ones I had never felt before and others I hadn't felt in what seemed to be ages. I didn't realize I had started crying again until he handed me a tissue.
After I finished crying, we started to talk, not about anything unparticular. We talked about living here and the orderlies; throughout the conversation it felt like I was forgetting something important. He again asked me why I had been crying and this time I felt obligated to tell him. I started with when I had awoken and finished with when he found me; by the end I was crying again, he didn't say anything though this time, instead he moved closer and put his arms around me. The touch brought memories flooding back to my brain; it was too much for me to handle at once, and I found myself slowly passing out. The last thing I remember saying must have been gibberish for I knew no one of this name, who could this Syaoran be???