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Pointing to the journal Charlie frowned. âTheyâŠthey are gone.â He muttered. Bottom lip trembling. âI..was outsideâŠand I fell. My memories got washed away..âÂ
"Oh noâŠ" Marie mutteredâŠ"We could go outside? Would they still be there?"
Charlie sat off in the corner of a hallway, his journal soaking wet, sat before his feet. Knees pulled to his chest, he started to rock back an forth. Red eyes flicked up to meet the person walking toward him.
When she saw the boy, Marie approached him, closer and closer until she got down to his level. "Charlie, you alright?" There was nothing but concern in her voice, and she twisted her fingers uncomfortably.
"Is it bad to be cold? I felt fine last night."
"I don't do to well in the cold. I'm pretty much a snowman. Oh wait...no that's not right," she laughed. "Definitely not a snowman. Just...whatever doesn't do well in cold." She scratched at her hair, a hand going out to support her head as she leaned in the couch. It wasn't the brightest of mornings for Marie, but she smiled anyway.
I hold on And I donât care what you say Cause the way it goes itâs still happening everyday I can see space on the radio
Well I suppose I know why I felt so out of sorts last night. Did you know they'd turned off the heating completely? Did they think we could dance the cold away?
"But why do they get it wrong so often? Why do people see one another so different to how they actually are?"
   âHmm? Oh, I suppose it is,â Charlotte mused, not even realizaing she had been singing. Looking disappointed, Charlotte nodded slowly, pulling the book back slowly and putting it where it belonged again. Her eyebrows wrinkled, and she gave the brunette a curious look. âWouldnât be surprised?â Charlotte asked, not understanding. Who wouldnât be surprised by a book being ruined in a public library? âIsnât that a federal offense, or something? Hurting public property in such a manner?â
"Well, yeah, given where we are," Marie simply pointed out. "I wouldn't be surprised if the pages had all been chewed up and spat back out. Oh god, that was disgustin' I'm sorry." She winced; why did she have to go and say such grim things in the presence of a total stranger. Sometimes Marie wished she could control her mouth. "Well I don't think it's public property, it's the hospital's property," she answered a little confused, wondering for a moment if they were talking about the same thing.
The whore jumped almost lurching the book from his lap. âDo I fucking look alright?â he snapped back after gathering himself. The book was hugged now to his chest and his fingers trembled around it despite his anger.
Marie's face turned dark and stormy. She was being attacked for no reason at all, and it didn't stand to rights. "You know, whatever mental fuckery you've got going on in that head of yours, don't take it out on me," she snapped, in as bitchy a tone as she could muster.
    The blonde had been wandering the halls for several minutes before she found the library, refusing to acknowledge the fear building up at her lack of knowledge of this place or her reason for being there. The books calmed her, made her feel at home, and it was easy for her to assure herself she had just gone to visit the library and everything was fine. Her mother had just stepped out for a moment, most likely, and would return shortly. âZip a dee do da, zip a dee ay,â Charlotte hummed quietly to herself under her breath, pulling an old Shakespeare novel from the shelf and opening it. Her pleased face fell with dismay instantly, and she turned to the nearest person beside her. âOh, pardon me, but do you work here? This book, it has pages torn out just about here, and â and here,â Charlotte explained, voice concerned, as she showed the stranger the places where the book had been destroyed.Â
"Interesting song choice," Marie couldn't help but remark, peering through the gaps in the books in the row opposite the girl's. The words had tumbled out of her mouth, escaped unbidden, and she couldn't do anything to take them back. She cringed, but the conversation had been initiated already, and that was that. Marie moved around the shelves so she could come face to face with the girl, who'd launched a strange sort of inquiry at her. "Ermâ no, I don't work here. Oh, does it? Well, I wouldn't be surprised."
Rosette sulked across the grounds with the pout of a young child who didnât get her way. Which is basically what Rose was. The nurses were adamant about upholding the â30min of fresh airâ rule which had been shoved on the brunette without warning. She had argued to just open up a window for the same amount of time but, apparently, that wasnât good enough. Rose strolled over to the other, feeling the need to inform her of her mistake of being so close to the dead. âWhen you walk near or past a cemetery, youâre supposed to stick your thumbs in your pocket.â She glanced around before whispering, "Or your parents will die."
The soft sounds of the girl speaking broke Marie out of her reveries, sending  her head whirling towards the source of noise. "What?" It took her a moment to process what she'd actually said, then another moment to wonder if she actually meant it. "I thought one should always hold their breath when passing a cemetery. Different local superstitions, I guess," she said with a small shrug. As for the parents, she would sure mind if anything happened to her mother, but if her father died...well, she wasn't sure if that would've been such a loss.
  The task, now approved, seemed even more daunting as the nurse watched them carefully. Clearing his throat, Cassidy nodded. âUh⊠yeah. Yep. Thatâs what weâll do. Just, like, kinda,â Cass grunted, using his shoulder and knee to try and slide it off the desk and onto the chair. It more or less rolled ungracefully into the seat at an odd angle, probably leaving a bruise on his knee, but it was there all the same. âOâŠkay.. Ta-da!â
Marie moved in to help him, holding the other end of the record player, its heaviness surprising her far beyond what she expected. She wouldn't be surprised if the entire effort had broken out a sweat in her. "Whew! There we go." She looked around them, at the other patients all seemingly dead or dying. In spirit, anyway. "Now to find an empty room. I really don't think they have a dance room, the way it's meant to be, but maybe we'll get lucky."
Dali noticed someone climbing to sit on the windowsil near him, but he didnât bother to take a look who it was. If it was someone who knew him, theyâd talk eventually. But right now Dali didnât bother to take a look or say something himself. He already had talked to few on that day and right now that was enough of starting topics for him. So if someone else wanted to talk to him while he was standing there in silence, then by all means, they can open their mouths and talk, but Dali didnât feel like starting any kind of topic right now.
Marie looked over at the man standing not too far from her, gazing off in the distance. "You don't have a hair tie by any chance?" she asked, feeling instantly sheepish for doing so. Â His hair wasn't even that long, and even if it had been, he hardly looked the type to carry a hair tie around his wrist. "Sorry," she added.
   Russel, loping along behind her at a leisurely pace, made no effort to catch up until she stopped, his long legs taking their strides slowly. âIâmma cominâ,â He answered, giving a lazy grin. The high was kicking in already, and he chuckled. âImpatient girl. You excited or somethinâ?â He asked, catching up beside her.
"Maybe," she admitted. "I've been very boring and good since arriving so far. This is a nice change." She didn't confess to the fact she didn't take much drugs, or any really, recreationally. The girl didn't even drink. But this was a new place, and a new start â or an end â she wasn't quite she about that yet, and a new Marie was bound to follow. She led the boy outside and towards the tracts of farmland.Â
Huddled in the corner of the library away from preying eyes Ashley sat bent over a book. A rare sight as he hadnât taken to attempting to read again after the last time Rose tried to teach him had ended horribly.Â
He hadnât recognise the word on the title (âdyslexiaâ) Â but found heâd been able to read the letters without them swimming around.
Marie was browsing the strange and haphazard collection in the library when she noticed a boy in the corner, hunched over. With a book held hesitantly in his hands, which he hadn't even flipped open yet, he looked almost too pitiful to ignore âeven for her â and that was saying something. "Y'alright?"
  âYeah, I do, and you got half a bottle of shit that I worked hard for,â He answered, but not angrily. Just sternly, like talking to a child. Russ laughed, leaning close. âCute, I can go anywhere. Iâll follow. You lead. Thatâd be a difference for once, huh?â
She didn't protest to this, instead turning around and walking down the hall. Though she had grounds privileges, she wasn't sure if he did, but would deny any and all responsibility if a nurse stopped or questioned them. "Yeah, I know a place we could go," she said, an idea making its way to her head, remembering an out-of-the-way place she had discovered not too long ago. Marie hadn't even noticed how far ahead she'd gotten before she turned back to look at him. "Come on."
   Russel gave a look into her palm â he would liked more, but with the cough syrup already in their system, this should be enough to make them just enough unaware of everything. He wanted to take all four, but he took two instead â grabbing the third after giving her tiny frame another look. âYouâll be fine with one,â He grunted, swallowing them dry. Russ was practiced in this. âWhere are we going? Donât want to get caught while tripping, right?â
"And you get three?" she began to protest, but maybe he knew better. Copying his moves, she swallowed, although the dry pill took a while longer to make its way down, for her at least. Get some water next time, she thought, making a mental note. Marie shrugged. "I don't know. There's the...are you allowed outside?"
I think it would be a shame to not live in the moment and not enjoy everything thatâs happening in fear of other peopleâs opinions.
