Post by PILOT ANNA SHIELDS on May 5, 2010 2:42:49 GMT
The Asylum was like a rock that Pilot lived under.
The buildings were so degradingly confining that
even breathing was a chore. Confinement was
not something Pie liked at all. She liked to think
of herself as a free soul, even though, at the moment,
she was far from freedom. It was quite alright for now,
but she wondered how long it would take before she
broke and actually did become insane. Afterall shed only been
Here for a week... Everything was, alright, so far.
However, getting out the building was probably best for her.
After all, fresh air never hurt a god damn soul. So
before she left her intrusive dorm she grabbed a littke bottle
Of her medicine in her shakey epileptic hand. She them as
she walked out. Her arms crossed infront of her showing off her cute chckatd dress.
In all the time Pilot had been a here, she
had never taken a second to enjoy the beauty
of where she was. In fact, she didn't even care
to, since she didn't think an freaking insane asylum
could be as pretty as it actually was. Yet now she was
face to face with the beauty of the outdoors. Pie was
jealous. Why couldn't she be that beautiful. I know it
Sounds crazy but she really didn’t think it. The tain continued
If you were even as pretty as the inside of the hell whole
Maybe someone would love you. Maybe someone could
Apriciate you. And with that, as Pie stared into the distance,
she popped in a little pill, she was still a little shaking but that
Would go away eventually, like always. Unless their was a sudden
Epileptic flair... Which hadn’t happened in two days.
She smiled disappointedly, that’s not an improvement you idiot.
Why couldn’t you have been born normal… and pretty.
As she moved along for the sake of her sanity, she found herself
At the gate just standing their looking at it as people passed.
They were all very aware of her. Maybe to aware they were giving
Her weird stares, and probably thought she wanted to kill everyone.
Pilot grimaced, I’m not crazy… she told herself. At least not yet.
Sitting on the grass by the walkway leading out of this place, guards
were giving her werid looks, and preparing themselves for her to pull a knife
out and try to escape… but they were do it all for nothing. She simply sat there
And dreamed about what was going on outside of this crazy lil world she
was thrown into.
TAG: NATHAN
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