your hell is home``Lydia

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The past several days had all been one long blur for Lydia. The stripping of clothes and the immediate searching of all bodily cavities upon arrival was rather unsettling. After breakfast she had been taken to the infirmary for her bandages to be removed, wounds to be sterilized, and then re-bandaged with new dressings. The alcohol scent only made the burn worse as the nurses mercilessly scrubbed away at the bright red marks down her forearms. Once the torture treatment was over she had been escorted back to her room where she was left alone to think-her roommate was off in another part of the building for the time being. Taking a nap was not exactly her forte but she did try and the stiff white sheets only fought against her attempts to sleep.

Eventually Lydia gave up and slid on her house shoe like slippers before shuffling her way to the door. She opened it and peeked her head out into the hallway. There were sounds of others down the hallway, and from the mindless chitchat she figured that it was a few of the attendants wasting away their time while the crazies were all occupied. It felt strange to be so loosely monitored. She’d always pictured these places to be very strict and uptight with everyone, but it was not so-only the very disturbed patients were given such treatments. She stepped out into the hallway and into the view of the ever-present cameras with the door clicking shut quietly behind her. If anyone were to spot her it would appear as though she knew exactly where it was that she was going and that she was used to such a place, but it was not so. Lydia was rather intimidated by all the rules and regulations that were so very unfamiliar to her. At the end of the hallway that her room was in she located a door with a small glass window that indicated it was a stairwell. A small smile crept onto her lips as she pushed open the door and disappeared into the stairwell. It felt nice to have a bit of freedom to roam about the building. This was the first taste of freedom that she’d had since she had settled down into her tub full of warm water only days earlier. Her feet made soft padding noises against the cold concrete floor as she descended the stairs, paying no mind to exactly where she was going, but rather she was trying to determine just where one white wall ended and another began.

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The sounds of a deep voice made her stop dead in her tracks. After a moment of standing as still as she could she leaned over the rail and peered down to the next flight where a dark haired young man was sitting on the stairs looking up at her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she sized him up. With a haircut and a smile treading on the edge of craziness, there was absolutely no way that he was a guard or a rather annoying attendant. Her small hand popped into his view and waved back and forth at him before she disappeared back onto her flight of stairs before reemerging at the top of the flight of stairs that he was residing on.

”Well hi there.”

[/color] She gave him a wide smile as she knelt down so that she was squatting in front of him. Her hand reached up over her shoulder to grab hold of her long hair trailing down from her high ponytail and pulled it over the front of her shoulder so that her fingers were able to entangle themselves in it. ”You haven’t raped or stabbed me with a sharpened tooth brush yet, so I’m Lydia.”[/color] A soft giggle parted her lips as she pulled a strand of her hair in front of her face, the scent of cheap shampoo drifting up to her nose. Whatever, it was better than the smell of bleach. Where the hell did they get all of it anyways, Bleach Is Us? From what she was able to see of the dark haired and tattooed young man, she figured that he had a good chance of being just as crazy as she was-if not worse. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]




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