Post by annie2 on Apr 10, 2010 5:30:40 GMT -6
-- harper isobel watkins. eighteen. senior. music.
it took about ten minutes when she woke up to figure out where she was. jane blinked at the few furniture she had in her small, white room. her wide brown eyes were simply staring at the walls, at the papers laying on her desk, as if she had never seen any of these things before, even though they were all hers. or well, what the asylum had given her. for a few seconds, she was trembling, feeling one of her many crisis of anxiety coming up. it was routine. every morning, the poor girl would wake up and would look around for a few minutes. you see, jane was special.. different. just like every other person around here. she had absolutely no idea who she was, how old she was, she didn’t know anything about herself. everything that she knew, doctors had told her. she didn’t have the right to doubt. she couldn’t, in fact. if she did, it meant that she had no identity, and she couldn’t possibly live with that. it was impossible. totally. so she just lived with what doctors told her. she apparently was jane elizabeth hampton. for some reason, she liked it. it felt.. nice, kind of. she was fifteen years old, apparently and she thought she looked around that age. it was easier that way. since everything rather made sense, it was harder for her to doubt things. in fact, the only time she could think about it all was when she had nothing to do. which never happened, or, at least, only rarely. and that made it even harder. so jane was safe from doubting. for now, at least. anyway. once she realized where she was, the girl passed her legs over the end of her bed and stood up. gently, she replaced her pajama shirt and sighed. she tried not to make too much sound. walls were thin, very thin. every night or so, she would hear her neighbor screaming at non-existant demons and angels. of course, in the morning, she had no memory of that whatsoever. jane walked slowly over to the door of her room and pushed herself up on the tip of her toes, leaning slightly against it. she cupped her hands around her eyes as she pressed her nose against the small window and looked outside. hallways were calm. what time was it? she couldn’t exactly tell. there weren’t any windows in her room and, for some reason, she wasn’t allowed to have an alarm clock. slowly, jane leaned away from her door and turned her back to it. she tilted her head as she looked around her room and a sigh escaped her lips. what could she do? there was nothing she could do, except from writing or reading or taking a walk. she felt bored out of her mind, sometimes. and it was just depressing. she wondered, how were they meant to solve depression cases when the whole asylum was the thing that depressed those people the most? there was a reason, she was sure of that. but she just didn’t understand it. she didn’t understand most of the things that were happening here, in fact. or maybe she did understand some things. though, when she got them right, she would just forget about them. a soft moan escaped from jane’s mouth and she brought her delicate hands up to her temples, rubbing them to get rid of the headache that had just attacked her.
moving quickly over to her small wardrobe, she pulled off the tank top of her pajama and threw it in the basket laying near her desk with her dirty clothes in it. she pulled hard on the door knob of her wardrobe for a few seconds until it finally opened and made her stumble backwards. she blinked up at it and frowned. oh, yeah, she had to ask if it could be fixed. maybe she should have written a note about it to herself so she wouldn’t forget about it. wait, about what again? jane blinked. oh, the wardrobe door. immediately, she turned her back to it and took a few small steps toward her desk where she sat and pulled a blank piece of paper towards her. she picked up the pen that was laying right next to her left hand and wrote delicately “don’t forget to ask if the door of your wardrobe can be fixed”. picking up the paper, she stuck it to the wall right where she was sure she’d see it and moved back over to her wardrobe. what to put on, today. it didn’t really make any difference. every single one of her clothes were plain and normal. no too colorful things, no signs nor anything written upon them. just blank, and sad, to be honest. well, as long as she wasn’t forced to wear one of those stupid hospital pajamas they made the others wear, most of the time, she didn’t complain. the girl shrugged and pulled out some grey, oversized, long sleeve t-shirt and some shorts which she threw on her bed. she slowly kneeled down in front of her wardrobe and reached in a box out of which she pulled a pair of black socks with hello kitty’s head on them. she then picked up some yellow shoes and walked over to her bed, dropping down on it. she got dressed rather quickly, brushed her hair a little, put on some eyeliner and grabbed her ipod touch and her pad to write on before she slowly walked out of her room, looking all around her. the last thing she wanted was to get caught, even if she wasn’t sure if she was allowed or not to be out here. though, when she walked by a window, she knew it was okay if she went out. the sun was up, which meant it was later then seven in the morning. most of the guards were probably eating by now with some patients. other patients were probably still in bed. she prefered that in fact. she prefered to be alone and not have to explain herself. she walked quickly down the hallways, nodding in the direction of a few people such as doctors and guards and rarely other patients, just so she’d seem polite. she didn’t really want anybody to be on her back and think she was anything but nice, really. that was another thing she didn’t really want at all. she went through the whole asylum, plugging the earphones of her ipod touch in her ears halfway through so she could act as if she hadn’t heard the person who’d be calling her if somebody did. but, soon enough, she ended up turning it on and going through the songs she had on it so she could listen to something. she had been starting to think and she just couldn’t let herself do that another time. otherwise, she’d probably end up having that horrible headache once again.
as she walked past the cafeteria, jane walked faster. she couldn’t let herself go in there to eat a little something. she would have to sit with people at the table and they would ask her questions, tons of questions. and she wouldn’t be able to answer to them all, and they would keep attacking her with them. another thing she absolutely didn’t want to happen right there. just thinking about it started to make her head spin a little. she started see things in double and walked even faster, focusing on the music that was pounding in her ears. her fragile arms wrapped themselves around her tiny waist and she frowned as she felt her stomach protest. mentally, she told it that it would have to wait. a little hour or two couldn’t hurt that much, right? as soon as she was out in the courtyard, jane dropped on one of the benches and pulled her knees to her chest, burrying her face in them. she took in a deep breath and held it in until she felt her heart beat slow down. once she let it go, she lifted her head slowly and looked up at the sky. it was rather grey and darkish, but she didn’t care. right now, all she needed was air. fresh air. she breathed as slowly as she could, always looking up and listening to her music. at least, until she felt the presence of somebody else. her heart started beating faster again, not matter how much she tried to keep calm. she panicked and she couldn’t do anything about it. she stopped the music and pulled the earphones out of her ears. she stood up and moved away from the bench. but then, she heard her name, pronounced by a voice that she loved to hear and which she immediately recognized. the girl spun around and smiled at the boy.
annie. fifteen. gmt +4