Post by caseyjo on Jul 31, 2011 18:39:59 GMT -5
hate stumbles forward and leans in the door,
weary head hung and eyes to the floor
Casey had woken up early that morning, shutting her alarm clock off before it had the chance to go off. She had dressed quietly in the dark, pulling on a pair of shorts and a lace-backed tank top. She knew it was going to be a warm day out, and she planned on spending every moment of the day outside as she could. Casey only opened the door wide enough to slip through, carrying her shoes and sketchpad in one hand. It was still a bit early to go outside, so she spent about half an hour wandering the halls before heading out to the yard. She looked carefully at the position of the sun before choosing where to sit, choosing a spot that would allow her to sit in the sun, even with the shadows cast by the cement walls stretching across the lawn.
Casey sat cross-legged, her feet bare and her shoes on the grass next to her. An abandoned sketchpad lay on her lap, half-drawn lilies spread across the page. She had pushed her glasses up, on top of her head and seemed to be staring at the wall on the opposite side of the lawn. The expression on her face was soft, her eyes half closed against the sunlight. She had forgotten that her sunglasses where on top of her head. I don't care what everyone else says, this place isn't all that bad. Casey overheard a lot of stuff that people said about Lucid Manor. Almost all of it was negative, but Casey didn't really mind a lot of what most people complained about. Of course, she had always been more of a “go with the flow” kind of person, and she hadn't lost that when she lost her voice.
Casey wasn't exactly happy to be at Lucid Manor. She despised the fact that she was there, but she also knew she couldn't change it. Her psychologist has told her she would probably remain at the manor until she began speaking again. In the past six weeks she had only opened her mouth to eat and brush her teeth. The worst was when her parents had come to visit. They had tried to keep the room from going silent, rambling on about the various goings-on of the community. Which neighbors had gotten married or pregnant or divorced. Which horses had gotten pregnant, given birth, won awards. What they were going to do when she came home. It was still a disaster. Eventually they would run out of things to talk about and the room would be filled with silence. Casey knew it hurt her parents that she wouldn't talk to them, but even that didn't make her open her mouth. Those moments were the only times she really hated the mutism. A few of her friends had tried to visit too, but that had been worse. Most of them hadn't even tried to keep up a one sided conversation. Meghan, her best friend, had even accused her of faking, promising not to tell anyone if Casey told her why she wouldn't speak. Her friends had stopped visiting, and her parent's visits had become more and more infrequent. When she had first been admitted they had stayed in the area and visited every day. Two weeks ago they had gone home and hadn't returned to the area since.
Casey readjusted her position against the wall, slouching down a bit more. The afternoon sun was warm on her skin and she couldn't help but want to take a nap. The patients in the room next to hers had been up half the night yelling at each other before a security guard or a doctor had put a stop to it. She had slept even less well than she normally did. But if she slept out here, if she had that same frickin' nightmare? That would get her another doctor visit. They would want to know why she was sitting outside, screaming. No, sleeping out here wouldn't do. She sat back up, her green eyes scanning the yard in front of her, watching the other patients running around or just sitting, like her. Guards and doctors alike stood scattered among the patients. The doctors were clearly observing their own patients, most of the guards were watching the high profile patients in particular, and a few of the guards looked bored.
he says "love, i'm sorry", and she says, "what for?"
i'm yours and that's it, forever.
[/color]i'm yours and that's it, forever.
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notes I don't know how I feel about this, I think it's sort of a mess. Ah well, my writer's block will end soon... I refuse logical thread titles!
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