Now, seeing as a few people reviewed chapter one I was motivated to write this. I have a 'B' in Latin 4 so I'm banned from the net. Drat! Yeah, yeah…Anyways…The M rated stuff is a while down the road. Just so you know, and since I can't write dialogue this will mainly be actions and descriptions. Oh well, hope you like it. By the way: song lyricsbreak in story to next scene
Title: Out in the Rain
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Au: Yes←Very Important (kind of)
Summary: Alex and Bobby are in a mental institution. Bobby has been there for a while, but Alex is the new resident. Their friendship develops over the window. And so it begins…
She liked to watch as he traced the trails of the raindrops on the window. His long, pale fingers caressing the glass and following the slick paths of the raindrops. Her eyes followed his fingers down the pane, to the bottom of the window, and then on their ascent back to the top, to find another drop of water. His body spilled out across the window seat. Long legs, one half off the seat and on the ground, the other bent against the wall. His torso balanced against the opposite wall, where he leaned just far enough back to reveal the muscles in his middle half. Broad shoulders that looked uncomfortably forced into the small space, and his arms, one tracing, the other dangling off the seat towards the floor. There was not room for two on that window seat.
So she watched from her spot in the shadows. Her small body confined to the shadows of the wall she hid by. Outside the occasional strip of fire that torched the sky lit up her space on the wall, but the occasional fire was just that. Occasional. Her copper hair in front of her eyes, and her arms wrapped around her tiny figure to keep away the cold. The lights out because of the hour of night and the air on to pierce any unknowing germs that were encroaching upon the patients. Insanity, however, was not contagious in this facility, like it had been in the others she had lived at. Here it was unspoken, but unjustly present in everything. The cold would not keep away their insanity. Just as it was not the moon that triggered it. So she watched.
With each night her eyes fell into the same pattern as his hands. Down, twirl, cut across, left, twirl, up, right, spin, fall. Right, left, down, spin, twirl, stop, left. And so on and so forth. Large, gentle hands that could easily cause the same bruises around her windpipe that she had so long ago. Dark blue and curled elegantly around her slender neck. An intricate necklace of pain and vulnerability.
Bobby knew she watched him. Her copper eyes following his fingers down the glass as he traced the raindrops. He liked the feeling of her eyes on him. The safe feeling of another person like him standing close. He knew that she could hear them, and see them. Only her. She was the only one like him. That made him safe. Safety. His only solace in the world, and the comfort that he never had. Her eyes on him insured that he was not alone in the world, and that the loneliness he feared could not conquer him.
Complete loneliness. No one else in the world, but the shadows. Darkness and silence so complete that he could see nothing and hear less. No awareness of himself, and the only thing that he was sure of was that there was nothing there. Only him, alone and lost. But with her eyes on him he was safe, at least until they took her away like everyone else, or she left. Her mind clouded and unable to see the shadows after Doctor was done with her. He had to keep her with him. He had to.
He was breathing against her neck. She could smell him on her clothes, in her hair, her skin. Her breaths came fast and rapid as his fingers slid down her thigh, and her muscles twitched. He was touching her again. Jagged nails scratching off her skin. She couldn't scream. If she screamed he would never stop, and she would never be able to go back. She needed to think, to plan and to act. She had to escape. No one would come for her. She was alone. She screamed. Hit. Flash. Stinging. Her flesh needed relief. She needed to breath, and to bleed out his scent. Breath in. Bleed out. No pain. Don't scream.
Rain. It was raining again. Her breathing matched the flash of thunder outside, and she slid deeper into the bed. Not here. No one there. He was gone. He couldn't find her. She was safe. Laughter. Laughing was good. They all said that she should laugh more. They said that if she was happy and didn't think on the past that she wouldn't remember the accident. Suddenly she wasn't laughing anymore.
Bobby wouldn't be there any more. He would be dreaming. Maybe then he would be still. Movement!
"You screamed." Her breathing hitched as she turned. He was there. In her room. In front of her, and she glanced around. Window. Raining. Thunder. No one would come. He walked forward, and she glanced back at him. Face in shadow, but the stubble evident in the dim light. His shoulders broad and hunched in a futile attempt to hide himself. Her eyes followed the line of his arms under his black shirt, and his fingers tapped at the other hand. Long legs outlined by even darker black pants that caught under his shuffling feet. She couldn't help, but smile. "You ss-sounded scared." His eyes stayed downcast towards his feet.
"Why are you here?"
"You were scared." He glanced at her. She glanced back.
"And…"
"Yo-you. Ne-nevermind." He turned and she smiled.
"It's raining."
"I know." She laughed again.
It was only when he was asleep that night when he realized she hadn't spoken a word to him earlier.