Karen trekked to building 64-B where her classes were supposedly held. She was majoring in psychiatry, and already a year into it, she felt none the better. She always did like the idea of going to an eerie asylum and having to help those who need around the clock therapy, yet her personal goal was to meet someone mentally insane as her, not that she is but she saw the world as a scandalous hoax. It's understandable on why it drove humanity into insanity.
"Sup roommate?" a feminine voiced ripped Karen out of her definitive thoughts.
"Hey Rachel" the shorter of the two regarded the existence of her friend as they briefly began to stroll next to one another on the heather gray sidewalk.
"Anything new going on?" the girl with charcoal, shoulder length hair probed.
"Yeah, actually. I got myself a pass to go see Pierce the Veil tomorrow night." she said in a self-controlled tone. Being peppy and cheerful weren't really any of her qualities.
"Nice" Rachel spoke in a voice of respect and nodded.
"Seriously...Hey isn't your improv class on the other side of campus?" Karen enquired while aiming her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.
"Yeah but the theatrical room doesn't open until- Dang! Nevermind, surprisingly I have to get going. See you later dude." her companion noticed the hour and waved a 'goodbye' before sprinting off.
"Bye"
Once again, the brunette was back on track. Putting some hustle in her step she shoved the metal, transparent barriers of the building and trooped down the carpeted hallway until her peepers spotted room 137. But before she could turn the titanium handle, a light pat on her shoulder instantly caught her attention and stalled her from doing anything further.
"I'm really sorry for bothering you but is this the psychiatry course unit?" a young male with lavender irises, pale skin, and bone white hair queried.
"Yeah, it is" she answered, staring at him uncannily.
"Oh forgive me, I'm Ash Landers." his informal tone vocalized, sticking his arm out.
"Just call me Karen." the female utter as she reluctantly shook the mans hand. One thing she hates more than talking people was making physical contact with them.
"I'm going inside now." she broadcasted and withdrew behind the door.
The twenty year old observed around the half crowded room. The right side of it was teeming with hormonal looking students|Well at least that's how she saw them from her perspective| while the opposite side seemed more deserted. She transitioned to the left and seated down in the corner of a vacant row; to be exact the 5th row, chair 150. Karen was aware that there was no educator in front of the class yet, so she was relieved that she wasn't late on the first day back. Oddly, it was a Thursday.
The girl took out her sketch pad and began to doodle her world famous stick men; she always did manage to obtain compliments on her drawings once in a while. As she illustrated two extremely thin men fighting to the death, the same voice from before rang her ears.
"So Karen, did you know towards the end of the semester they're going to select three students to go on a trip to an asylum in Rhode island?" it was Ash again. His seat: 135.
"That sounds cool" her pencil drew one of the figures decapitating the other.
"Very. If I were to get chosen, I would express the purity of my soul and life itself. Maybe, just maybe I can bring them one step closer to the light in a universe of despair." his voice lectured with inspiration.
"I would rather get lost in their world and see how it's like." Karen remarked as she completed her graphic comic.
"Don't wonder off too far or else I might just have to give you a cleansing myself." Ash smirked then turned his back to sit down.
Karen displayed a 'what the fuck' face towards the albino male by knitting her browns together. Soonly, class commenced when a man with a dark Russian violet hair appeared in front of the room and identified himself as Mr. Lau. But all seats have yet to be filled. The girl with short tresses quickly pulled a notebook from her satchel and jotted the things she thought were necessary. While she was busy writing, she didn't realize guy sitting two seats away from her, chair 148. His hair was ink black, his skin was lighter than most white humans, and his eyes were a unique shade of crimson. For karen, it was rare seeing someone such as himself. He didn't look like your average, typical college boy.
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