(Sid) Big Meetings of the Day Time

[Willow Joanne Esquire]

Willow sighed, pulling her legs up to her chest. She was sitting on the windowscill. She knew that it was wide enough to sit on, an that glass was well... pretty much unbreakable. She also knew that though this room had two beds, only one was taken. Her's. No, that's not right. At first they tried to give her a roomate. Someone to keep an eye on her, but that quickly failed, after Willow scared her away. The part that upset Willow the most, was the part where she still could not understand what frightened the other..woman. They said it's because Willow walks at night...but Willow for the life of her could not remeber that... other then a few hints perhaps, upon waking up in the wrong place, or something. Still it was odd.

Today... what was she doing today? Not much it would seem... They woke her up.... they had breakfast.... some therapy session which left her rather down, seeing as at breakfast some patients had a fight. There was screaming... screaming, cursing, yelling, crashes, sounds of things breaking.... Willow just could nto take it. The insidnet just reminded her too much of IT. Which, in churn left Willow screaming and in tears, to the point where they had to sedate her too, and drag off to therapy, which she was not too found off.

Therapy wasn't nice. No, sometimes it was nice...but because she couldn't see the therapist, Willow was always afraid of what the therapist looked like. For all she knew, the therapist could have been making faces, or drawing, or doing who only knows what! Sure, on occasion it was helpfull... especially when they would read something, or they'd help her with Braille...but that....didn't happen offen. The drawing and sculpting sessions did not happen offen eather. THe constant talking, teh poking and prodding of her brain, the analysis of her thoughts did not make Willow feel comfortable. Nor the fact that they made Lily sit out in the hall for the sessions. Willow even tried not to acknowlege that Lily came in with her...but they still made Lily leave.

After therapy, Willow felt rather bad. Instead of going to the rec room or the garden like she usually would, she wondered back to her own room. Lily of course, helping her there, as she could NEVER remember the way. Too many halls and doors for her to rmember. But, thankfully LIly was there with her. Even now, she was sitting across from her. But... Lily knew that Willow was down, and that's hwy she didn't talk. She tried of course....but that was a bit back, and after not recieving a proper answer gave up, choosing instead to describe the scenery that Willow could not see... only feel the cool of hte glass, that kept her from reaching out and touching that scenery.

[Sid "Jimmy" Snider]

Why was he walking down the medium profile hallway? Mostly because it was almost literally the fastest route to his own bed room in the high profile hallway, which he was being led to, seeing as he was to ‘calm down’ from a mood. It wasn’t exactly a bad mood, to say, he just went just a lil off kilter and some brat said something wrong to him, which then in turn pushed Jimmy out to play, but he didn’t exactly get “physical”, which was why he was allowed to walk without a strait jacket on, or without being sedated. He was sharp with his words, that was all. “Johnny stared down, gently, at the beautiful girl in front of him – the hazel eyes against pale skin, the beautiful dark brown hair – “Amanda” – the name reached his tongue before his mind could react. Her look of shock stunned him, a smile – the same smile she’s always had – crept onto her face. “Johnny. Long time no see,” she had said to him, the twinkle that she always had in her eyes dull, gone; it worried him. That was one of his favourite things,” Sid had recited, reading off one of his plays to himself, rubbing his fingers through his hair as he followed the guard, not caring who had heard him. It was almost like he was reading from a book – but there was no book in his hands.

He swayed a little as he continued to walk, past open doors and he didn’t even think about looking in – his mind was off in his script. He was quite glad that they at least let him have pencils and paper to write down his ideas, sticking them neatly in a packaged envelope once a week and sending them to his sister or mum. He didn’t care if the mail people read them – there was nothing wrong with his scripts but he’d still send them off where all his scripts were. One day, he’d be famous – that was one thing that he still held onto, “Johnny’s mouth opened just a bit, his tongue heavy, his lips dry; how he had missed Amanda, his best friend from birth; all the childhood memories the two had shared and she had moved, on the eve of their senior year of high school. Now, several years later – both were now in their late twenties – they stumbled against each other. Johnny really couldn’t believe his eyes – they had fallen out of contact, but here she was… in the flesh…”

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[Willow Joanne Esquire]

Willow's fingers traised patterns on the cold glass. She could feel the seasons getting ready to change. The summer will be slipping away soon... and the cold will come... Her family wouldn't visit her. They didn't like the wet rains...but Willow did... her mother used to joke, that it's because she's a little tree, and needs all the water she could get! Perhpas it was the reason when she was little, but now... now she knew better. Rains put out fires. They make teh fires go away. And she didn't like fires. She couldn't remember why... Doctors said that it's because of Retrograde Amnesia or something, along those scientificky lines, which Willow did not care about. They just said that it had to do with THAT day... Maybe... truth, be told, she could barely remember that day. Just the noices... she didn't like the noices. They frightened her.

"Lily? Do you think anyone other then you will ever visit me here? Before the rains come? ..... No... I didn't think so either... Shakes her head slightly, hopping down from teh window scill, walking around the room instead. "I asked the Evil nurse if I'd be allowed outside when it rains, you know... to enjoy the weather.... when it's nice and cool... and the fresh breeze is on your skin... I wish I could see the colors...but I remember them... from when we would go to the park in the afternoons... I remember how we skipped school a couple of times to walk around the town... it was beautifull.......... That was a nice time too, I nearly forgot that one, but you remember! ........... That ice cream was good... I wonder if we can have Ice cream here..., can you try to sneak some in? Willow mumbled, occasionaly churning to what she thought was the window, at least that is where she heard Lily's voice from.

After that, Willow once more, stopped talking, as she paced back and forth around the room. Frustrated and adjitated about something. Breakfast most likely. THe screams have scared her, and even Lily, had a hard time calming her down. And Lily was a pro at it. Suddenly, the girl stopped, her head churning slightly to the side, as she listened carefully. Someone was in teh hall.. .talking... Carefully, the young woman aproached the door, pressing one of her ears to it, trying to hear who was out tehre, and what they were saying. Thank fully, voices, like faces, were destinct. Allowing her to know exactly who was there, that is, if she ever met them.

Sid! She would recognize that voice anywhere! And the words seemed familiar too! Though, that could be only an illusion. She was not sure. Despite of that, Willow quickly fumbled with the door, before throwing it open, and launching into the hall, a bit, making sure to stay near the door.

Sid? Is that you? Willow called out, a small smile appearing on her lips. Lily, chuckling something about Willow being a lost puppy in the background, but Willow simply ignored her.

[Sid "Jimmy" Snider]

“Amanda had looked up at him, her eyes watery with tears, the hazel eyes meeting his baby blue ones. It made him reel back in thought for a minute, wondering what to do, if he should say anything. Finally, the words seemed to float out of his mouth – “I love you, Amanda,” he had said, staring at her, her eyes nearly piercing him, sending his heart skipping a beat. It was almost as if the world around them was slowing down with each moment that passed as they stared at each other. He couldn’t help but tilt his head as her mouth opened – “Johnny… you don’t know how happy those words make me,” she had replied, the tears finally, gently, slipping out of her eyes and down her soft face. His hand moved, wiping away the gentle tears using the pad of his thumb…” Sid sighed, stopping as he rubbed his chin, lost in thought. He loved how he could create words and scenes so vividly, but something was off. Something was lost in the transition of the scene, something felt… off - strange, diluted, different – unthinkable. It was almost as if he knew what it was, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He mulled about it quietly as the guard pushed him in the middle of his back, telling him to get a move on, but he rolled his eyes and grunted.

He had only walked maybe… twenty steps when he stopped, hearing his name. the guard growled at him and he looked at him, “Listen, buddy, I’m not angry anymore so can you lay off? Just a little?” he questioned, just a tiny bit annoyed at the guard. He looked over at the medium profile patient who had called his name – Willow Esquire. They were “friends” – er, at least on a friendly term, and honestly, to Sid, she was absolutely gorgeous. It was literally love at first sight for him, and he knew that even though she couldn’t see, she did enjoy his company. He grinned and started towards her and the guard grabbed his shoulder, stern, “Mate, please. Just this once?” he begged, getting a roll of his guard’s eyes and a grunt about staying in the hallway and Sid beamed brightly, nodding. He stepped over to Willow quickly, “Sorry, yeah. It’s me. Did I wake you up – erm, were you napping? I didn’t mean to be so loud… my scripts always make me feel better after I’ve been told I can’t do anything fun for the rest of the day,” he chuckled quietly, studying her. So pretty; he wanted her for himself, but he knew better than to be greedy.

Jimmy, on the other hand, was another story. But Jimmy was Jimmy, and he wasn’t going to argue with himself about it. He gave a gentle sigh and rubbed his nose, studying her, “How are you?” he questioned, curiously.

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[Willow Joanne Esquire]

Willow listened, the bits and peices of the script that she could hear. It seemed like a story... and she liked stories... especially hearing them, as seh could not read them. Stories allowed her to see the images... see some other worlds, ones painted by her imagination.... for the real one was off limits. Yet, even tehn, she coudl be thankfull that she had her sight before... that she still remembered all the colors, and shapes, and textures... though, at times, she could not help but wonder how long that will last. How long she will remember those things, untill they become nothing more then a dream and a product of her imagination...

She stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame, her fingers runnning up and down her arm, as she listened for the answer. Instead of the voice she was hoping to confirm, she heard another. Well, perhaps more of a growl, but still not it. Small frown formed upon her lips, as she kept listening for the voice. Then it came, along with her frown deepening. There was trouble... did Sid get in trouble? Was someone bothering him? She didn't like that. Willow was rather fond of Sid... he was... nice... and rather pleasant. She liked him. Not love, as she had trouble with that... relationships were difficult for her.

At last, perhaps no more then a minute, but which seemed alot more longer to her, Sid's voice came closer. Her frown, in churn, became a smile. She was happy. Don't worry about it, I was just talking to Lily... well... no.... we were at first, but then she quieted down, and I paced the room. But, everything is ok. Willow smiled, still rather worried about what was going on. Being left out of the loop, simply drove her insane.

But, I am well.... I think.... there was a.... bad episode in the cafeteria....and the evil nurse dragged he off to therapy, but... over all.. quite well.... Besides... I like your scripts.. Willow grinned a bit, her gaze droping to the ground a bit, before she looked back up. What about yourself? Is everything alright? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Who is with you? Willow began pouring a series of questions, her face rather worried, as she reached out, trying to touch Sid's arm.

[Sid "Jimmy" Snider]

Sid smiled brightly at Willow Esquire’s words, even though she couldn’t see it. He was happy – her company always put him into this strange, giddy mood, a mood that he really couldn’t understand at all, but that was okay – he was Sid and he couldn’t figure out his moods half the time normally anyways. Feelings were just as worse, if not horribly worse when it involved the feelings he was feeling. He was quiet as she talked about Lily, and then went on to saying how she was well and went to therapy and all that before she started to rattle on questions towards him. It made his head spin a little and he took her hand gently, stepping closer to her and wrapping his arms around her hips, “And how’s Lily? Good I hope, yes?” he smiled, hugging her close. It made his guard tense up at him but he rolled his eyes, turning his back on the male and running his fingers gently through Willow’s hair, “and I’m super glad that you like my scripts. My sister loves them. I send them to her to put in this container I have under my bed, you know, and they’re all there. All of them.”

He figured it was bad avoiding her questions, but honestly, he just didn’t want to deal with them. He gave a heavy sigh and his shoulders slumped, and studied her for a long moment, “Yeah, everything’s okay,” he said, thinking on it, “I just kind of got into a little bit of trouble. My temper, as always. No fists, no being hurt, promise,” he said, quietly. He didn’t particularly want to go into the details with her – he wasn’t good at sharing what had happened, especially since if she knew, she’d worry and he didn’t exactly want her to worry.

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[Willow Joanne Esquire]

Worries and fears gripped Willow like no other. A small spark of even a hint of something to worry about, will ignight in flames of anxiety and fears. But.... on the other hand, it did show that she cared. And in this case, quite a bit! Yet, even when stressed out, when everything seems lost, and she slips to a frightening state.... he is there to calm everything down.... to ease the pains, the worries.... to make everything better, and to make her smile. Though, even then, she had to admit, that she hated that.... making him worried, or maybe even hurting.... she hated that.

Lily is well! She even whent to town a bit! She said it was good. Apprently there are alot of stores, and little cafes... Tehre is even a small cute park! Willow smiled, getting rather excited, as she moved her head behind her to where the door was. She's resting right now! Said she had a long day! Her smile became even wider, as she felt Sid's touch around her, pulling her into a hug. Her own arms wrapped around him, sighing sofly as his fingers ran through her hair. At times she wanted to melt when she felt that touch. The soothing... calming... made her forget everything, if for a moment....And of course I love your scripts! Anyone who would read them, would! They are absolutely lovely! The imagery... the picture... they are so real....

Slowly, Willow moved her hand up from his shoulder, reaching up, finding his face, as she caressed it softly. She was skeptical... as she always was, when him or Alec assured her that everything was alright, when she knew it wasn't. Yet, she allowed it be. She knew better then to argue, or object in these cases. Neither would budge.... perhaps, it was for her best.... though the inability to know, did not comfort her, infact made her rather, anxious.

If you say so...but I do hope that everything is really arlight... but hey... at least... did the other person regret doing what it is they did? Willow asked with a bit of a smile.