One, two , three, four, five.
She mentally counted each time the pen hit against the light wooded table that they had given her. It was almost a song after so many times. She glanced up at the ceiling, her blurred vision meant only to prove how she was in the room only physically; for her mind was far away from those white prison walls. Thinking about things and past moments, the memories sneaking in without her permission; causing flashes of images and sounds to take a hold of her mind as she got almost completely disconnected from the world around her. The pen going slowly against the table being the only thing that connected her to the space around her
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten.
The images projected against her eyes were not something easily described with mere words they had to be seen and felt to be fully understood. She inebriated herself with the ecstasy they brought her. Chills rolled down her body and her tongue throbbed with such a past she was imprisoned; almost being able to feel the same sensations she had felt in those moments.
Eleven, Twelve , Thirteen , Fourteen, Fifteen.
Stuck in that moment rapt in sensations, she was dragged back by those knocks on the door. She was still not in her mind when her body rose suddenly from the table, making several of her papers fall and spread on the ground along with the pens. She could not force herself to say some sort of excuse for whoever was knocking but she could not leave those papers scattered on the floor like that.
There was no way she knew what was happening on the other side, in her mind that was just another resident who had been bored enough to go after some kind of fun with the new nurse, just that. Shaking her body, although not yet completely free from the toxic effects that the memories had, she hastened to pick up the papers from the floor, realizing that she had also dropped the pen she had been holding. “Fuck.” She hissed while she bent down to pick up the papers from the floor and in the midst of so much haste so that, whoever it was, would be able see it.Numbed, she did not notice when the papers slipped through her fingers, giving thin cuts in the of meat fingers and stealing rivulets of blood. She felt the familiar metallic taste upon bringing her fingers to her lips, licking the blood away as she walked to the door to see who it could be. What she found on the other side was not what she expected to see. Perhaps one of the patients coming to know the new nurse ? Or maybe even someone from the staff coming to talk to her. How stupid of her, that was an Asylum; soon or later she would be necessary as a nurse. She said, perfectly controlling the surprise in her voice. “Come on in! We can’t- ” Just then she noticed how pale he was, making clear that he hadn’t just simply hurt himself by hitting against a glass door. “Oh god , you had an attack did not you?”
Before she even started the sentence, she had already begun to guide him to the table in the corner of the room and help him to sit. “Do you remember what happened, dear?” She said rushing to pick up the materials and leaving them beside the boy. “Forgive me but I didn’t have the time to look at your files so I don’t know your name yet.” She continued chattering in a gentle voice. Usually it helped to calm the majority of the patients she had have and she could only pray it would work with that one too. She continued, her hands already skillfully taking care of cleaning the blood that was on the his head. Noting that he was almost the same age as her — one or two years younger if she had to guess — she felt slightly puzzled about why he was in the Asylum; even if to be admitted didn’t had a minimum age. Although he was clearly thinner and paler — but that almost all patients were — the girl’s eyes wandered on his shape for a brief moment as she finished cleaning the blood from his face ; unconsciously analyzed him”Could you tell me your name?” She asked tilting her head backwards in order to get a better view of his face.
The question had more than one meaning. One was to actually know his name while the other was so she could have a better idea of how hard he had hit his head and that she could know how to treat the dark haired boy.
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