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Post by aspen on Aug 17, 2011 20:44:54 GMT -5
Aspen was accustomed to waking up to find herself sufficiently restrained and unable to move at all. She really hated those strait jackets, they made her paranoid and oftentimes her nerves would get to her and she’d start imagining worse case scenarios; being stuck in the jacket forever, a fire engulfing the building and her being unable to escape, among various other scenarios.
Her eyes roved the sterile white walls of the room that she had just woken in, her fingers curling around the edges of the starchy sheets of the hospital bed. A shaky sigh escaped through her parted lips, her hazy stare landing on the freshly bandaged wound on her arm, a faded pink sinking through the gauze. Aspen was also quite used to waking up in the Hospital Wing and not remembering at all how she had gotten there in the first place. It was a horrible situation and she desperately wished that she had the answers to the unasked questions floating around her head—mainly, what happened to her during her black outs? She nearly always awoke from said black outs with a new wound somewhere on her body and Aspen would love to have that stop, she wasn’t very keen on the pain that accompanied said injuries.
Speaking of pain…
The red-head gritted her teeth, seething as a bolt of pain shot up her arm. Aspen felt as if she should ask one of the nurses for some pain medication but knew that it was unlikely that she would receive any. They had stopped giving her pain medication a while ago because they wanted her to ‘learn a lesson’ that would hopefully stop her from hurting herself. It was a decent theory but it didn’t hold very well since she had never purposefully hurt herself in her entire life! She didn’t even belong in this place, to be quite honest, and she didn’t understand why they were so persistent on keeping her here! Aspen just wanted to go home and live her life as normally as she possibly could, despite the fact that her life had lost any sense of normalcy years ago when she was first admitted to Lucid Manor.
Stormy-greys danced around the room, attempting to locate her guard or a nurse or someone that could tell her that she could go ahead and leave. Aspen pushed against the mattress with the palms of her hands, pulling herself up and into a sitting position, her legs swinging back and forth over the side of the hospital bed. If Aspen had to remain in the hospital ward any longer she’d likely have an anxiety attack, however, if she at least had someone to talk to she’d feel much better. She liked being in the presence of other people, she especially loved having someone to talk to. If someone wasn’t going to come and bring her back to her room then she hoped that someone would at least get brought in so she’d have someone to talk to, occupy her time a little.
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Post by maya on Aug 19, 2011 18:24:17 GMT -5
The words that no one speaks,About the night before,She stares off at the road,Her finger taps the door. [/font] Maya didn't really know what it felt like to be restrained. She held no restraint in any part of her life, but she also had to reason to be held back. She liked to be free, and she liked to do what she pleased. She never tried to hurt herself, and was never really in that mindset, it wasn't a good thing to hurt yourself, but it seemed by some accident she had hurt herself, but it was playing her viola. She got ahead of herself, and she'd ended up injuring herself with the case as she put it away. Her viola had no case, but hers was at home. The one she used now wasn't hers, and the fact she couldn't keep it with her at times made her upset, but not that upset.
She sighed, and she held her hand as she moved towards the hospital. She hadn't really meant to end up hurting herself, she never cared to have to go to the hospital part of this place. The plain walls tripped her out a bit, and she didn't really feel like looking at blankness, but it was all around this place. She sometimes wished she could make her room pink, but she was sure that wasn't possible. She did love pink though, it was a very lovely color, Mia hadn't ever liked pink, and she was rather sure that was one reason she loved it. Anything Mia hated, was something positive for her. Mia hated her, and she was much sure she hated her too, but it was okay now, Mia was where she belonged.
She sighed, and she looked down at her hand, and she could see it was not in good shape, it was starting to bleed again. Her face faltered, and she looked towards the entrance which was a bit down the hall. She walked slowly, and she rolled her shoulders back, and she found herself wondering if anyone else was around here. She didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean they weren't here. She pursed her lips, and she got to the door, and she looked down, and she wanted to open the door, but it was a bit of an issue, she didn't want to hurt her hand, but she had to get the door open somehow. She awkwardly reached to open the door with her other hand, and she had to put her shoulder into it. She fell into the room lightly, and she pulled herself up as she did. She saw a few guards glance at her as she went in, but she just sort of glanced at them, she still wasn't used to them being around her so much, she didn't really ever think of them as escorts, they were more just always there and looking over her shoulder, and now was no different she supposed.
As they closed the door behind her, she was pointed towards a bed, and she wanted to wave them off, but she figured that wouldn't go well. She sat, and she watched them walk off. She sighed, and she held her hand, glancing to her side. There was a girl in there, and she seemed dazed. Maya pursed her lips, "Are you okay? She asked naively, cocking her head to the side. She smiled lightly, and she started to extend her hand, when she noticed it was still bleeding. "I'm...well don't touch this cuz it's being gross, but I'm Maya." she spoke, her face happy, and oblivious to the fact she was in a hospital ward in a crazy house.[/center][/size][/color] tag;; aspen notes;; poopmonster lyrics;; take the world - she wants revenge credit;; me[/font][/color]
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