Post by Isadora Vivax on Sept 11, 2006 22:33:41 GMT -5
Anomaly
You wake up and see only white around you, an opaque white that looks like a manufactured cloud cheap and dirty devoid of everything that had once made it heavenly. You have no idea how you got here but judging by the stinging prick in your right arm you can make a guess. You really shouldn’t have told them about the people in your head. Just as begin to try to escape this padded prison /he/ starts up again.
“Didn’t we tell you were insane,” a high pitched german accented voices screeches, followed by a hollow laugh that rings inside your ears as if he is really there.
“Jeremy all you had to do was kill him,” her voice is so soft and calming it reminds you how easy had been to take the gun and put it to his father’s head, the one that had left your mother for trips to ‘paris’ on ‘buisness’. It took you a while but you realize that her voice is the same as his ‘secretary’.
You can see her now, white pleated skirt and classic smirk with contact corrected eyes. Evil, evil, evil, the world used to be your mantra but now that she has taken permanent residence in your head you’re not really sure anymore if something that is so a part of you can be evil.
You realize you have been shaking as you glance at your hand, and then suddenly the little tremors turn into an earth quake. You are being whipped and thrashed as if you are on a roller coaster, and the straight jacket is your safety belt. You can only feel the dull thudding of your head against he padding so hard you can feel a light warm tear of blood tickle your ear.
When you wake up a little later you are still alone. Completely alone. Except for then you see her, the secretary dressed in little white pleats. “Jeremy, thank you for letting me out of your mind, it was so dreadfully small in there.”
At St. Mary’s Insane Asylum out of your mind has a whole knew meaning where patients worst nightmares literally jump out of there imaginations into the real world and it’s the ornery Isadora Vivax’s job to make sure that they are put back where they belong, in the patient’s mind. And guess what, she’s hiring.
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You wake up and see only white around you, an opaque white that looks like a manufactured cloud cheap and dirty devoid of everything that had once made it heavenly. You have no idea how you got here but judging by the stinging prick in your right arm you can make a guess. You really shouldn’t have told them about the people in your head. Just as begin to try to escape this padded prison /he/ starts up again.
“Didn’t we tell you were insane,” a high pitched german accented voices screeches, followed by a hollow laugh that rings inside your ears as if he is really there.
“Jeremy all you had to do was kill him,” her voice is so soft and calming it reminds you how easy had been to take the gun and put it to his father’s head, the one that had left your mother for trips to ‘paris’ on ‘buisness’. It took you a while but you realize that her voice is the same as his ‘secretary’.
You can see her now, white pleated skirt and classic smirk with contact corrected eyes. Evil, evil, evil, the world used to be your mantra but now that she has taken permanent residence in your head you’re not really sure anymore if something that is so a part of you can be evil.
You realize you have been shaking as you glance at your hand, and then suddenly the little tremors turn into an earth quake. You are being whipped and thrashed as if you are on a roller coaster, and the straight jacket is your safety belt. You can only feel the dull thudding of your head against he padding so hard you can feel a light warm tear of blood tickle your ear.
When you wake up a little later you are still alone. Completely alone. Except for then you see her, the secretary dressed in little white pleats. “Jeremy, thank you for letting me out of your mind, it was so dreadfully small in there.”
At St. Mary’s Insane Asylum out of your mind has a whole knew meaning where patients worst nightmares literally jump out of there imaginations into the real world and it’s the ornery Isadora Vivax’s job to make sure that they are put back where they belong, in the patient’s mind. And guess what, she’s hiring.
