kaleidoscope - MondayMonday.Mondays are grey.They swirl around, like smoke. Confusing and intricate, yet still plain. The patterns it makes are so interesting to watch, but they can be boring too. I sigh, swinging my legs out of the bed to spend the day twirling in the smoke.Smokey, smokey smokey
I giggled as Roan absent-mindedly whirled around my room, smiling. Roan than nobody else can see. Kaleidoscope Roan. He makes me laugh. Its like having a friend who is always with me, but one that I keep to myself. Hes lovely most of the time, but sometimes
GET UP NOW!!!!!!!!!AIOFE!!!!!!!!!!!My mothers voice shakes me roughly from my dream world. I stumbled out of bed and almost fell down the stairs in my hurry to escape my solitude. School was going to be boring today. Its a Monday. Grey Monday. Always boring, always grey. Blurry. Fast. Still smokey. No different from any other Monday.No-one talked to me. Only Roan. As usual. He always talks to me.
The Asylum - Chapter 4the lights flickered away, fading into darkness and I am left alone again. Why did this always happen? The bathtub is uncomfortable, but it is to be my bed for the night. I can't leave, not until it has gone. The pitch black of the bathroom is a strange comfort to me, the only noise is an occasional muffled shriek of another patient and the sound of my only friend softly soothing me with his words. That voice, that musical voice, it is the only thing left of the outside world that remains a comfort to me. It is farmiliar, and far more real than the smiles on the nurses who try to persuade me to believe the contrary. I have previously mentioned my sinking into insanity, now I fear it has actually happened. The enemies in my dreams no longer remain there. They slip into reality and follow me round my daily life, whispering horrid remarks in my ear throughout my entire waking day. It is something I cannot bear for much longer. The razorblade lying on the sink beckons me, shall I give in?