Post by Lara Noelle Mason on Nov 26, 2012 1:05:12 GMT -5
"Ya want your book?"
Lara was recoiled from the little hole inside of the door, she neared it very carefully and nodded to the voice. "Yes, please. I'd like to read it," her voice was quiet and careful as she kneeled in front of the hole in which food and on the rare occasion, items, were passed through to her. It seemed as though the Healers in her ward, none of which were very kind, had deemed a novel safe for her reading. It often made Lara upset that they thought she would try to injure herself with a book, she had Schizophrenia, she wasn't suicidal.
The blonde looked up at the male Healer through the hole, she only hoped he wouldn't laugh at her and then close the tiny door without giving her the book. Her eyes pleaded with him, she just wanted to go back to the corner and read. She hadn't heard the voices since early that morning and Lara had yet to endure a hallucination.
"Then get your book," Lara flinched as the sound of the book hitting the ground hit her ears. Unfortunately, the book was on the floor on the other side of the door, not even close to where she was. "Maybe have one of your little imaginary friends grab it for ya."
With that the Healer was gone and Lara stared at the little hole. Her arm was small enough to fit through it, and if her fingers could just touch the cover of the book...The young woman lurched forward and pushed her arm through the hold until it was up to her shoulder. She slammed it against the cold metal of her door while she struggled to grab the book. "Almost there," she encouraged herself, her fingers scraping the top of the cover.
Edgar Allan Poe. She could feel the gold lettering beneath her fingers as she struggled to make out her read. Lara bit down on her lip as she tried to reach the novel, she had never read Mister Poe's work before.
If she could grab the book before her new Healer arrived, then she could ignore them while they spoke to her. They would go over the usual questions about the voices, the hallucinations, the medicine and Lara would do nothing but tell them the truth. She didn't understand why no one Healer stayed with her long, she was bound to have fits every now and again when someone forgot to give her her medication.
When the book was suddenly in her hand, her arm tensed up. Usually, she would be elated that she had a new novel to read before they took it away from her. However, it was the skin that had rubbed against her arm that frightened her; the skin most definitely wasn't hers. Someone had placed the book in her hand and someone was just outside the door. In her surprise, she dropped the book back onto the floor outside with a "thud."
Her heart began to pound in her chest and she pushed away from the door. They're going to hurt you. They're going to hurt you. They're going to hurt you. The taunting began in her head as she stood from the ground and backed away into the corner of the room. Hurt them first. Hurt them first. Hurt. Them. First! She could hear the key that unlocked the door click inside of the lock and her heart raced even quicker.
"She's a loon. Good luck, Healer Somerfield." A warning came from the other side as the metal door creaked open. Hurt them first. Run. Hurt them. Run. Lara watched with large, fearful eyes as the door opened fully and a man was revealed.
Lara was recoiled from the little hole inside of the door, she neared it very carefully and nodded to the voice. "Yes, please. I'd like to read it," her voice was quiet and careful as she kneeled in front of the hole in which food and on the rare occasion, items, were passed through to her. It seemed as though the Healers in her ward, none of which were very kind, had deemed a novel safe for her reading. It often made Lara upset that they thought she would try to injure herself with a book, she had Schizophrenia, she wasn't suicidal.
The blonde looked up at the male Healer through the hole, she only hoped he wouldn't laugh at her and then close the tiny door without giving her the book. Her eyes pleaded with him, she just wanted to go back to the corner and read. She hadn't heard the voices since early that morning and Lara had yet to endure a hallucination.
"Then get your book," Lara flinched as the sound of the book hitting the ground hit her ears. Unfortunately, the book was on the floor on the other side of the door, not even close to where she was. "Maybe have one of your little imaginary friends grab it for ya."
With that the Healer was gone and Lara stared at the little hole. Her arm was small enough to fit through it, and if her fingers could just touch the cover of the book...The young woman lurched forward and pushed her arm through the hold until it was up to her shoulder. She slammed it against the cold metal of her door while she struggled to grab the book. "Almost there," she encouraged herself, her fingers scraping the top of the cover.
Edgar Allan Poe. She could feel the gold lettering beneath her fingers as she struggled to make out her read. Lara bit down on her lip as she tried to reach the novel, she had never read Mister Poe's work before.
If she could grab the book before her new Healer arrived, then she could ignore them while they spoke to her. They would go over the usual questions about the voices, the hallucinations, the medicine and Lara would do nothing but tell them the truth. She didn't understand why no one Healer stayed with her long, she was bound to have fits every now and again when someone forgot to give her her medication.
When the book was suddenly in her hand, her arm tensed up. Usually, she would be elated that she had a new novel to read before they took it away from her. However, it was the skin that had rubbed against her arm that frightened her; the skin most definitely wasn't hers. Someone had placed the book in her hand and someone was just outside the door. In her surprise, she dropped the book back onto the floor outside with a "thud."
Her heart began to pound in her chest and she pushed away from the door. They're going to hurt you. They're going to hurt you. They're going to hurt you. The taunting began in her head as she stood from the ground and backed away into the corner of the room. Hurt them first. Hurt them first. Hurt. Them. First! She could hear the key that unlocked the door click inside of the lock and her heart raced even quicker.
"She's a loon. Good luck, Healer Somerfield." A warning came from the other side as the metal door creaked open. Hurt them first. Run. Hurt them. Run. Lara watched with large, fearful eyes as the door opened fully and a man was revealed.