Do you know it when everything is just being odd? Out of order? That how things are now. Right now. They'll probably soon go back to normal, but right now they are just plain odd. This was probably the reason why you were even sent here in the first place. Something had to be wrong, it was just so hard to see.
It always were. So nobody asked, not even the once supposed to, -the nurses. They couldn't see anything. So many years working with kids like this and they couldn't even see it. Pathetic. But I guess it was to be expected, it always was.
But right now you needed to concentrate on something else, to get you on other thoughts. Why was the clock suddenly so loud? When did it even start making a sound? You hadn't heard it before. How odd.
But then again, things were odd.
You couldn't leave your room. No way that was going to happen. Never in your life. Not right now anyway. Or some other time when your thoughts were racing somewhere far ahead. Not caring enough to stop up and wait.
And all the emotions were going the other way.
Great!
Just great!
But that was to be expected, this was your first day, a new place, new people. You were just stressed out, nothing more. Nothing less.
Or that was what you kept telling yourself, anyway.
Think about something else _, think about something else.
Think about that boy! Oh yeah, the boy. How could you ever forget him, he had to be the owner of those beautiful mysterious eyes.
Or you really hoped so. But it did have to be true, now you thought about it. The only explanation! Or the only one you could and would come up with.
So, back to the boy. God! He was beautiful. So fragile, he really did look like a girl. And the way he moved, it didn't even seem possible to move that soundlessly.
It was all too odd. Was it something you just had just dreamt? How could that boy be real. It didn't seem possible. But it had to be. Since when did you hallucinate? Oh, wait! Don't answer that one.
You quietly got up from your bed and made your way to your door. You put your hand on the handle and pushed down, soundlessly opening the door to reveal an empty hallway. On each door there was a piece of paper with a name on it. It reminded you that you had to make one yourself, but not now.
You looked over at the door the boy had disappeared behind some hours before. The sign read "Lukas". Aha! So it was a boy. You were right, but now you just needed to wait and see if he was real, or if some other boy lived behind the door, with the name Lukas. And what a nice name that was! Anyway, you closed your door again and sat down on you bed.
You really needed your sleeping meds now.