A short, one chapter story about a young woman who is about to leave after a long time of being in an asylum after a failed suicidal attempt-a quick summary because this isn't very decriptive of what happened. Oh, and I just came with up with that really bad pamagat just now-I didn't think I'd need one so badly.
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Ariya played with her fingers, trying to distract her mind from the door she begged wordlessly to open. Her patience was waving, like a metronome. At times, her mind just felt like grabbing a gun and shooting the forever dancing metronome.
She had pulled back her red hair that she found too hopeless to fix neatly. Still, she strands escaped and ran free around her face, taunting her with their freedom. She tried her best to ignore them.
A single mirror in the room stood beside the door. It, too, made fun of her, except not but freedom, but sa pamamagitan ng her appearance. Her gray face was sunken and dreary. Her blue eyes were small and stared afar, even while glancing into the mirror. The monotonous expression lying on her face mixed perfectly with her ugly, monstrous face.
Before, Ariya knew, she would have a huge urge to throw something and shattered the malicious mirror. Btu darkness was becoming light, after six years that seemed to extend toward eternity for Ariya.
For long, it seems only one road snaked toward her close future, after her pathetic attempt. But her nakaraan dreams were returning; violinist, artist, or a mathematics teacher at a college. The susunod thing that she recalled was people she recalled close to her. She remembered Nick and Chelsea and Kailey and Marcus. She remembered her parents and her older brother. Would everyone still treat her the same, even after six long years?
She dug her thing face in her pasty hands, wondering about her distant future, her new future that she hoped would be filled with hope and happiness. It took six years of loneliness and hate and insanity to make her realize how much she needed everything and everyone in her life.
She looked up from her hands, feeling a strange breeze. The door was still. It was the window that brought in a cool breeze. Her teeth gritted, but she forced back any anger. No, not now. She couldn’t let her anger get to her yet. Just a little more, girl. Patience, patience… she told herself, shaking her head.
“Miss Skylen?”
The young yet deep voice came as well as a creak. Ariya’s puso jumped. A reaction pulled her up and on her feet. But she wasn’t that well on her feet, especially not today.
She stumbled, but Dr. Krisoski assisted her back up. A warm smile welcomed her when she looked up at his dark face.
“Yes?” she asked. She was surprised how mature her voice got, now that she was twenty. But she made her blank face remain.
“You ready to go home? Your father is here.”
Her pulled her head up and down-she remembered this as a positive reaction, a polite nod-but her emotions shifted rapidly. Her emotions were not quite human yet, Ariya guessed bitterly, when a strange reaction overcame her: tears. She threw herself into Dr. Kirsoski’s chest and sobbed. He didn’t back away, and instead took her arm and lead her out the room. Her sobbing stopped, and she turned around. The white door that had her trapped on the other side mocked her silently. But as they turned a corner, and the door was no longer in her sight, or in her life.
One thing was certain. She thought f her madami roads cutting into her new life. minutos later, she was put into open arms of a middle aged man.
I’m okay, she thought as her put her arms around her Papa.
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Ariya played with her fingers, trying to distract her mind from the door she begged wordlessly to open. Her patience was waving, like a metronome. At times, her mind just felt like grabbing a gun and shooting the forever dancing metronome.
She had pulled back her red hair that she found too hopeless to fix neatly. Still, she strands escaped and ran free around her face, taunting her with their freedom. She tried her best to ignore them.
A single mirror in the room stood beside the door. It, too, made fun of her, except not but freedom, but sa pamamagitan ng her appearance. Her gray face was sunken and dreary. Her blue eyes were small and stared afar, even while glancing into the mirror. The monotonous expression lying on her face mixed perfectly with her ugly, monstrous face.
Before, Ariya knew, she would have a huge urge to throw something and shattered the malicious mirror. Btu darkness was becoming light, after six years that seemed to extend toward eternity for Ariya.
For long, it seems only one road snaked toward her close future, after her pathetic attempt. But her nakaraan dreams were returning; violinist, artist, or a mathematics teacher at a college. The susunod thing that she recalled was people she recalled close to her. She remembered Nick and Chelsea and Kailey and Marcus. She remembered her parents and her older brother. Would everyone still treat her the same, even after six long years?
She dug her thing face in her pasty hands, wondering about her distant future, her new future that she hoped would be filled with hope and happiness. It took six years of loneliness and hate and insanity to make her realize how much she needed everything and everyone in her life.
She looked up from her hands, feeling a strange breeze. The door was still. It was the window that brought in a cool breeze. Her teeth gritted, but she forced back any anger. No, not now. She couldn’t let her anger get to her yet. Just a little more, girl. Patience, patience… she told herself, shaking her head.
“Miss Skylen?”
The young yet deep voice came as well as a creak. Ariya’s puso jumped. A reaction pulled her up and on her feet. But she wasn’t that well on her feet, especially not today.
She stumbled, but Dr. Krisoski assisted her back up. A warm smile welcomed her when she looked up at his dark face.
“Yes?” she asked. She was surprised how mature her voice got, now that she was twenty. But she made her blank face remain.
“You ready to go home? Your father is here.”
Her pulled her head up and down-she remembered this as a positive reaction, a polite nod-but her emotions shifted rapidly. Her emotions were not quite human yet, Ariya guessed bitterly, when a strange reaction overcame her: tears. She threw herself into Dr. Kirsoski’s chest and sobbed. He didn’t back away, and instead took her arm and lead her out the room. Her sobbing stopped, and she turned around. The white door that had her trapped on the other side mocked her silently. But as they turned a corner, and the door was no longer in her sight, or in her life.
One thing was certain. She thought f her madami roads cutting into her new life. minutos later, she was put into open arms of a middle aged man.
I’m okay, she thought as her put her arms around her Papa.