Imaginary
By Mara McCuniff
"in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me..."
Chapter Two: Drugged
Ginny ran a shaking hand through her now matted, greasy hair. She refused to take a shower, she hated how the male attendants looked at her...
"Ginny," She heard the soft voice say from the doorway, she turned and glared at the woman attendant who was assigned to her. Her name was Cora, what a horrible name...
"What?" Ginny snapped irritably.
"You need to take your pills now," She replied softly, handing Ginny a glass of water and five pills.
"I'm going to tell my mom how your drugging me," Ginny said glaring and swallowing one after another. "She'll sue your ass, you know that?"
Cora pulled her lips back in a sneer, showing almost black crooked teeth. "The hell she will."
"I'm not crazy." Ginny said looking into Cora's cold brown eyes. "And you know it. You've seen him to."
"I don't like your attitude." Cora hissed roughly pulling the glass of water out of Ginny's hand and leaving her to swallow three more pills without it.
She gulped down the pills with great difficulty then leaned back against the wall. She avoided the one way mirror as her mind started slipping in and out of reality and a dream.
With a peacful smile, she closed her eyes and travled to her own little world. Her world where there were purple skies, and no mirrors. She imagined herself lying on her back, staring up at the wonderful skies, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky.
She loved her own little world.
It made her happy.
Untill that laugh would yank her back into reality.
~*~*~*~
Tom watched Ginny as that smile drifted onto her face. The pills did it, he was getting better at slipping in the wrong ones. Instead of the vitamins and the depression pills she should be taking, she was instead getting five very powerful pain killers. He loved the way her eyes would slide out of focus and that dreamy smile would drift onto her face. He'd stand and watch her for a few moments before laughing to snap her out of it, or at least snap her partially out of it.
She looked up and glared at him. He smiled back.
"Drugging you, are they?"
"No," She slurred. "You are."
"Even with all those pain killers, you still are rather quick," He said running a hand through his hair, "Quite a shame really."
"Get me out of here." She said, her eyes dead. Her breathing was faster then normal as she tried to supress the sobs. "It's been weeks! I want to go home! I want out!"
"There is no way out."
Ginny looked up.
"I'll find a way."
By Mara McCuniff
"in my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
i lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me..."
Chapter Two: Drugged
Ginny ran a shaking hand through her now matted, greasy hair. She refused to take a shower, she hated how the male attendants looked at her...
"Ginny," She heard the soft voice say from the doorway, she turned and glared at the woman attendant who was assigned to her. Her name was Cora, what a horrible name...
"What?" Ginny snapped irritably.
"You need to take your pills now," She replied softly, handing Ginny a glass of water and five pills.
"I'm going to tell my mom how your drugging me," Ginny said glaring and swallowing one after another. "She'll sue your ass, you know that?"
Cora pulled her lips back in a sneer, showing almost black crooked teeth. "The hell she will."
"I'm not crazy." Ginny said looking into Cora's cold brown eyes. "And you know it. You've seen him to."
"I don't like your attitude." Cora hissed roughly pulling the glass of water out of Ginny's hand and leaving her to swallow three more pills without it.
She gulped down the pills with great difficulty then leaned back against the wall. She avoided the one way mirror as her mind started slipping in and out of reality and a dream.
With a peacful smile, she closed her eyes and travled to her own little world. Her world where there were purple skies, and no mirrors. She imagined herself lying on her back, staring up at the wonderful skies, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky.
She loved her own little world.
It made her happy.
Untill that laugh would yank her back into reality.
~*~*~*~
Tom watched Ginny as that smile drifted onto her face. The pills did it, he was getting better at slipping in the wrong ones. Instead of the vitamins and the depression pills she should be taking, she was instead getting five very powerful pain killers. He loved the way her eyes would slide out of focus and that dreamy smile would drift onto her face. He'd stand and watch her for a few moments before laughing to snap her out of it, or at least snap her partially out of it.
She looked up and glared at him. He smiled back.
"Drugging you, are they?"
"No," She slurred. "You are."
"Even with all those pain killers, you still are rather quick," He said running a hand through his hair, "Quite a shame really."
"Get me out of here." She said, her eyes dead. Her breathing was faster then normal as she tried to supress the sobs. "It's been weeks! I want to go home! I want out!"
"There is no way out."
Ginny looked up.
"I'll find a way."