|
Room 1
Feb 21, 2011 1:11:40 GMT -5
Post by kay on Feb 21, 2011 1:11:40 GMT -5
The nurse takes my bags, and grabs my arm, rather roughly I believe. She pulls me down hallways and up stairs, and soon we reach something of a dorm looking hallway. I feel dread rush over me as I notice how quiet it is. Just the sound of our feet, walking... We soon arrive at a door which was '1' painted on it. I assume it's my room, as the nurse unlocks it and sort of urges me in. She explains that I no longer have any possessions, and I don't say anything. Nothing needs to be said. She nods and leaves, and I notice that after she closes the door, I hear a soft click. I sit on my bed, empty handed, and look at the clothes laid out for me. My uniform. Black and white. Boring. And yet, so intimidating. Everything here seems to be black and white. As if color doesn't exist in this place. I already hate this. There's no reason for me to be here. So what if I don't like people. So what if I have an unnatural attraction to fire? It's sick and twisted, I know, but... I can't help it. I don't need medicine to make me better. I'd be fine on my own. I run my hand over the plain sheets and look around. Small and cramped. A tiny desk, for schoolwork, I suppose. I'll attend schooling here. Can I ever leave? Is there someone I can pay? I already know the answer...and it makes my head hurt, and my heart drop. 2 more years.
|
|
|
Room 1
Feb 27, 2011 17:14:40 GMT -5
Post by Miss Lucy on Feb 27, 2011 17:14:40 GMT -5
Lenka Wiater
I sit in a taxi, staring at the passing forest. I can not believe that I had to get a taxi to get here. What school is this, no buses passing by? Then again I suppose it is better if someone decides to run away, but I don't see why anyone would like to run away from a place where they are helped to get better. Ridiculous. The taxi driver stops. "Why did you stop?" I ask. He looks at me for a moment, and then tells me that I will need to walk the rest of the way. I stare at him in disbelief. "You are kidding, right?" He says that he is not kidding, and steps out of the car, walks to the back of the car, opens the boot an lifts out my luggages. I sit on the seat of the car and wonder what crap is this. The taxi driver comes to my door and opens it. I give him an annoyed look, but step out of the car and dig my bag to find my purse so I can pay him the price he is asking. "How long will I need to walk to the school?" I ask. He shrugs. "Dunno. Maybe one mile or something." He gets back to the taxi and drives away. I look at my bags on the ground and shrug. Great. At least they are wheeled luggages.
After walking for about twenty minutes I arrow to the schoolyard. Or what ever it would be called. Schoolyard maybe is not the most descriptive word. I look at the three buildings and think that the school should get a gardener to take care of their roses. I walk to the building that looks most like the main building and climb up the stairs, dragging my luggages up the stairs with me. I try to open the door, only to find it locked. This is such crap, I think as I press the buzzer on the side of the door. Ridiculous shit. The door is opened by a grumpy looking female with greying dark hair and deep wrinkles on the sides of her mouth. Oh, what a delightful sight, I think dryly. "How can I help you?" the woman asks with a voice that definitely does not spun helpful. More like "GTFO I have no interest in helping some pathetic slimy kids". I wonder why a person who does not like kids works in an institution that deals with kids. "I am a new resident of this place", I say and look upwards at the bark windows of the school. "I suppose." "Name?" the woman asks. "Lenka Wiater." "Never heard", she says, sounding annoyed. "Your papers probably have 'Malenka'", I mutter. The woman tells me to come in, her grim face unchanging. "Leave your luggage at the table there. We will need to see them through in case you have any possessions that are prohibited here." "I don't", I answer. "I checked your list of prohibited items." "You are not a special case", the woman states dryly and takes my luggages away from me. "I will show you to your room", she says.
I follow her through several white hallways and up white staircases, and finally stops in one white hallway with doors with painted black umbers on them. She takes a key ring and opens the door. There is a girl in the room. "Why was the door locked?" I ask sharply. "So that you can settle down in peace", she answers dryly. "Now, if you would go in. I am needed at the door to welcome new patients." I look at her suspiciously, but do as I am told. She closes the door and when I turn around to try the knob, it is of course locked. I turn around again an inspect my new roomie. Cute, delicate thing. Slightly curly brown hair, pale, lighter patches of skin on the right side of face. Scars. I walk to my bed and sit down. A writing desk, two beds with white sheets and black and white uniforms on top of them. Grey floors, dirty white walls with holes and flaking paint on them. How lovely. I decide to try to get to know my roomie, seeing as we would need to live in the same room for some years apparently. I stand up and walk to her. "Hey. What's your name?", I ask, offering my hand to her. "I'm Lenka Wiater."
|
|
|
Room 1
Feb 27, 2011 21:37:52 GMT -5
Post by kay on Feb 27, 2011 21:37:52 GMT -5
I turned to look as the door opened. There was the nurse who escorted me, and another girl enters. My roommate. She eyes me, but as soon as she sees the scars, she moves her eyes to the room. The girl sits on her bed and looks at the uniform laid out. She seems to find it just as interesting as I did. Meaning not at all. She stands up from sitting on her bed and offers me her hand. "Hey. What's your name? I'm Lenka Wiater," she holds her hand in front of me. I quickly grab it and shake it halfheartedly. "My name is Rose."
|
|
|
Room 1
Mar 1, 2011 15:18:35 GMT -5
Post by Miss Lucy on Mar 1, 2011 15:18:35 GMT -5
Lenka Wiater
My new roomie shakes my hand and says that her name is Rose. I give her a quick smile and back down to sit on my bed again. I haven't got my bags back yet and Rose doesn't seem to be too enthusiastic about getting to know me. Very awkward. I stand up again and start to open the drawers of our writing table. Empty, as I could expect. I look under my bed and find only balls of dust. I sigh and sit down on the bed again. Then I come to think about something and walk to the door, starting to inspect it. I pout when I notice that even if I had something flat like a card, I could not use it to open the door. Stupid new doors. I want to get out and look around! This is so annoying! "D'you know how to pick a lock?" I ask Rose. I really wish someone would have taught me to pick locks. The locked door makes me feel myself a tad claustrophobic. I want to know that I am able to get out if necessary. What if there would be a fire?
|
|