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We're All Crazy Here... (Mira and Vampirekiss)
For Mira-Charma13 and Vampirekiss_Lover Of Matt only!
TOPIC: Patient x Patient TYPE: Straight SETTING: Asylum Name: Wyatt Aisenyl Age: Seventeen Mental Issues: Too many to count (Most prominent--multiple personalities) Looks: http://www.menewsha.com/forum/member...cture36468.jpg ((If you want me to start, I'll start--I just must dig up a good post from my mind...)) |
Name: Ofelia
Age:20 Sex: female Bio: Ofelia was sent here due to constant Self harm, she does not know her real parents. She burns and cuts herself. Likes: Fire, drawing and Reading. She also has lot an eye....she did it herself. Hates: Other patients and people staring, staff or clients. Appearance: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/...a486227c78.jpg [[I would Like you to start XD]] |
Really, Wyatt didn't have any problems. None whatsoever.
This is what he'd told his therapist every time the man wanted to talk to him. Wyatt was eccentric. He had odd habits. He chewed on his fingers. Ate too much ice cream. Had nice, long talks with the brothers that lived in his head. But no, he wasn't crazy. Not at all. Other than the brothers in his head, the therapist told him his constant cleaning of his cell was bad, and his fear of potted plants and frying pans was also bad. He also told him he would never leave this place. Wyatt didn't want to hear that, of course. Wyatt had also been told he would be getting a cell-mate. Cells were separated by cold, sturdy plastic walls. There was a small...mouthpiece sort of contraption...in the middle of it, covered by metal mesh. It was so the cell-mates could talk to each other. He didn't know what his new cell-mate was going to be like, but he wasn't enthusiastic about the whole deal. He didn't like talking to other people...save for his 'brothers.' |
Ofeilas Relatives decided to send her away, sure she had or has issues but dosent everyone? They said it was there last straw when she cut her left eye out, well not totally out, thanks to her family. She was just blind in that eye and it had an awful scare of where she tried to cut it, she had a patch over it now, because ofelia just did it last week.
"I dont want to leave!" Ofelia screamed, they had to restrain her to get her in the car, and into the hospital, where she would have a cell-mate, which was the worst. When she arrived they put her in a room and told her that 3 times a week she would see a shrink, and every night before bed she had to take these pills to help her sleep. Ofelia hated it here already, they walked her and her bag of clothes, paper, paints and pens to her cell, where she will meet her new "Friend" as they called it. |
Wyatt was curled up in the corner of his mostly-empty cell at the moment. He had a writing desk and a peculiar-looking instrument case with him. The 'wardens,' as he called them, had considered music and writing/drawing healthy habits for him, so they'd allowed him to keep his desk and his instrument case.
He didn't move from the corner when the door leading into the cell hallway opened. He didn't even look up when they walked towards his cell... |
"Wyatt" A man said "This your new friend" and he left Ofelia there in her cell, with a stranger.
Ofelia sat her things down and stared at the wall..she hated when people stared at her, this guy better not stare or she will set him on fire...She took out her note pad and paint and began panting a house she saw once, she decided to set it on fire..so she drew red and orange flames around the doors and windows... Her eye hurt..it always did..but noone listened to her, they said it was all her fault it hurt... |
Wyatt stayed in his corner, feeling a little sleepy. They'd put something in his latest meal and it was making him drowsy. But he refused to fall asleep when it was pill-induced. Once he started feeling himself nearing sleep, he stood up, abruptly. He began to walk around in circles, trying to fight it off.
It was difficult work, but he was accomplishing what he wanted to. His eyes were half-lidded and cloudy--it was obvious he'd been recently drugged. His tenacity in fighting it off was quite impressive, however--even the officials had a hard time understanding how he could fight it off. |
Ofelia watched as the strange boy paced and fought sleep..she took out the lighter she hid in her panties and burned the boys arm.."That will keep you awake" She said and then burned herself aswell, then she continued to paint as if burning herself and others was normal.
She liked being burned...dosent everyone? |
Wyatt jumped away, irritated. He felt no more awake than he had before. Instead, he sat back down in his corner, wrapping his too-long sleeves around the wound. He looked miserable being drugged.
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Ofelia started feeling sleepy from the pills she had to take when she first arrived...her head nodded as she tried to stay awake to paint...it was useless...she passed on on her paint.
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Wyatt, by distracting himself, was able to stay awake until the effects of the pill had worn off...just barely. He felt and looked relieved. He went and curled up in his bed, knowing now that he wouldn't have to deal with the threat of falling asleep.
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Ofelia awoke in the middle of her sleep screaming..she never knew why she screamed...she never dreamed.
She had paint on her face..and her cell-mate seemed awake...but she pretended to be asleep..tossing and turning...she decided to play with her lighter...she burned around her scares on her wrists and arms..she knew he knew she was awake..she didnt care. Ofelia kept burning..and whenever a guard came by she would pretend to be asleep once again. I hate it here.....she thought she didnt want to be asleep by 9 every night. |
Wyatt was far too used to hearing screams in this place that he didn't really care. He sat up, though. He didn't stare. Instead, he leaned over the side of his bed, digging around on the floor for something.
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He moved...almost touching her..."what are you doing?" She whispered..she was always one to ask questions..and alot of the...she liked to learn.
She kept burning herself while she waited for him to say something...if he ever did. |
Wyatt dug around for a moment. "Looking for my friend." After a while of digging, he managed to unearth his instrument case from underneath his bed. "There you are."
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"friend?" Ofelia was confused..."whaddyea mean?" Ofelia climbed over to where the boy was sitting. "can I meet him?" Ofeila could tell she was older than this boy but he seemed much older than she felt...
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Wyatt held up his instrument case. "This is my friend. He has been the only friend I have had in this place. Well." He paused. "Besides the friends that the wardens think are 'bad' for me."
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ofelias head tilted.."bad friends?" She asked wondering what he meant "where are they?" Her eyes were bright with wonder. looking around there darkened cell.
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Wyatt paused once more. Then, he pointed at his skull. "In here. I can give them control of my body, but I cannot bring them out and give them their own bodies." He seemed saddened by that. He then remembered something. "I am Wyatt." He held up the instrument case. "This is Moriarty. And..." He pointed at his head. "My 'brothers'' names are Seymour and Hirsch. Though, I call them Voodoo and Hershey, respectively."
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This guy is weird...."Oh, Hello wyatt and his friends.." She said Saluting them. " I am Ofelia." She said happily.
" I dont have any friends, I dont like people...and if they stare I just burn them " She said with a smile. "How long you been in here? I hate it already...." Ofelia pouted..and folded her arms. |
"Seven years."
It seemed like such a short time...a short, short time...Wyatt's mother hadn't been able to stand him anymore, and she finally threw him in here at the age of ten. |
"wow, Thats forever..." Ofelia said.." I am in here for life " She shrugged.." I really hate it here...can I meet your friends sometime?" Ofelia really never had any friends...maybe she can have them in here?
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"Sure." Wyatt popped open his instrument case, revealing...a very nice, but old, saxophone. It seemed he played...
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"wooooow" She was amazed! "Can you play for me?" Her eyes begged with excitement " I love music" Ofelia whispered to wyatt. "What songs can you play?"
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Wyatt propped up Moriarty, content. "I can play to just about anything. If I have sheet music. I have some with me..." He reached farther into the case and pulled out a small folder full of old paper, holding it out to her. "You may choose."
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