5 whole months...
5 whole months since the
passing of her parents and sibling...
The 5 months inside the
tormenting White Hell itself...
Every passing moment longer
then the last..
Turning the 5
months into what seemed to be a dreary 5 years..
In a place that would change
her life, forever.
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I ' m F e e l i n g F i n e
..A Homicidal Fairytale..
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The heavy metal door crept open
ajar with the silence of a jaguar. No lights. She figured as much.
"Higurashi..." A
soft, beguiling voice called into the dark—bone-chilling—room. A bed lay under
the only window, secluded squared window, with clawed black curtains covered in
a light sheet of dust. Claws, on the curtains, made by frail human fingers.
Female human fingers.
"..."
"Higurashi...Get up,"
The voice urged, slightly annoyed by being ignored. She should have been used
to it by now. The voice mellowed a bit, the vibrations coming closer to where
the paranoid girl lay.
"Higurashi... It's time to
visit the nice doctor now.." It prodded once more, and vanished before she
could get a response.
Inside the room, everything
seemed to get a bit darker by the nice doctor. There was no nice doctor. There
was no window. There was no Kagome. All but an ill will string that somehow
wasn't cut during the process of death. The death of her family.
The bed sheets were scrambled;
long damp ebony hair was sprawled around a large pillow. The black painted bars
that held up the bed were peeled off by fingernails just as badly as the
curtains were.
A moment of silence electrocuted
the room. A figure on the bed slowly rising into a sitting position, almost as
a robot would. Mechanically, as if she was being controlled by a dull force of
strings.
Her skin, a pasty cream. Eyes,
a chiseled maple color drowning in an unidentified emotion. Her hair, waves of
damp and knotted ebony. A frail hand rose to her sweaty forehead, the squared
window dimly shone the sunrise's bright glare. Intruding the dark atmosphere to
the room.
This was Kagome's life.
"..." She blinked
lazily, forced-like and not willing to blink. Kagome grunted angrily, as she
slowly put one foot on the cold marble floor. Then the other. She stood there
for a minute or two. The wide silver barracade half-shadowed with sunbeam, half
glimmered in the silent dark. Piercing eyes watched her every move...
And she knew it too.
The nice doctor always watches...
Static waves alarmed Kagome's
ears with it's sudden mind-scrambling ruckus. A croaky, yet dignified voice
summoned the room's quiet spirits into a verbal frenzy of echoing words. Words
that made no sense.. yet, it did. The nice doctor always knows what to say.
"How are you this morning,
Kagome?" It questioned.
Kagome made no effort to
respond the voice with no face. This was how it has always been since that
night. The Asylum proved nothing to her, as she would have known. She knew she
wasn't supposed to be here.. Kagome knew they didn't want her here. Her insides
were black and mangled, as if nothing fit her satisfaction.
She shifted from one foot to
the other; staring lifelessly at the platinum glass as if seeking a face.
Anything, to show up and reassure her that she was still breathing.
A small bit of mumbling was
heard on the other side of the glass before her door reopened with much effort
on the opener's behalf. Kagome raised her attention to the woman in the
doorway. The woman was middle-aged complete with it's spread. She wore a black
eye patch over her right eye, her hair a sandy salt appearance that flowed down
to her waist, and was held loosely in a ribbon. She was attired in white sash
and bland asylum uniform, a jewel-arrow pin glimmered above her left shoulder
blade. A nametag pinned to her right shoulder reading the word
"Kaede".
The elderly woman eyed the
broken girl in her large white t-shirt wearily. "Aye, Kagome.. You are
awake, I see.." Kagome just nodded dully. 5 months almost re-playing
itself daily; it was always the same thing day after day.
Questions. Questions neither
answered nor connected to the purpose for the asylum feared the worst of an
angry girl. Questions, always asked.
Kaede stood there a minute
before advising the girl to sit down with a gesture by her hand. Kagome
complied, stumbling back onto her scrambled nest of blankets.
The mature woman pulled up a
wooden oak chair from the dark corner, sitting herself comfortably on it next
to the young girl on the bed.
A minute of observant silence
stung the air before Kaede chose to speak. "How are you this morning,
Kagome?" she spoke in a caring inquisitive manner.
Kagome never lifted her eyes
from her view of the outside world through the window. A mother robin had flown
back into it's nest with feed for her children. A scene that brought Kagome a
speckle of warmth.
Kaede cleared her throat
slightly, trying to catch the attention of the dazed young woman. She followed
her drowsy gaze to a tree outside of the Asylum. Kaede nodded solemnly,
mentally noting to talk to Kagome about being outdoors once and awhile.. If she
ever responded, that is.
The old woman's visible eye
glazed with concern when Kagome's head suddenly dropped from looking at the
robin family, to her bitten fingernails.
"What is wrong,
Kagome?" Keade asked, small genuine concern cracking through the midst of
her voice. She shifted a bit on her chair, patiently waiting for an answer from
her patient.
Tears pricked at the corners of
Kagome's tainted eyes. She bit back a whimper, her still damp hair shadowing
her face from the nice doctor's view.
"My parents... are
gone..." her small, mellow voice called into the silence.
Kaede's expression never
faltered; the good start was that Kagome had not yet begun to switch into panic
mode. The last management had given the asylum a more deadly overview from
Kagome's rampage. Nothing is left for her on this Earth, Keade thought, but her
purpose remains a mystery.
"What else is wrong,
Kagome?" Kaede prodded, receiving a bit more attention. Eyes on the other
side of the eerie mirror hungrily stood on end more response.
Kagome moved a bit farther to
the side of her bed.
"Something is..." she
said, her voice as cold and slick as ice. "..broken.."
Kaede had not anticipated this
response. Her eye widened a bit, "What is broken, Kagome?"
A long string of silence ensued
from the black room. Uneven breathing from within seemed as if a drum beats
thundered. Chills sent the spines tingling; Kagome snapped her head towards
Kaede's line of vision. Her skeptic brown orbs of sadness shook her body to a
near insane panic.
Broken images plagued over everyone's
thoughts; all the bad they have seen within the past, had somehow, found it's
way… to this one helpless girl.
"I am.."
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