Post by FELICE FAWN on Feb 22, 2013 0:25:18 GMT -5
At first glance, she certainly did not look like she was meant to be here. With her fair skin, baby-blue eyes, and rosy cheeks, the girl should have been walking the halls of a prestigious academy, not an institution for the mentally insane. Of course, appearances could be deceiving.
Little Felice had been committed to the ward just over a week ago, however, every day at Ravenwood felt like her first. She woke up confused, disoriented, unable to recall why she was in an unfamiliar bed. A nurse had to explain to her what had happened each morning, giving her a single pill and reassuring her that it would get easier. The women also encouraged Felice to write in her notebook, but the petite blond was too unhappy to use it, and maybe a little scared to admit this was her new reality, so the pages remained blank. If she didn't write anything down, there would be no proof. She wouldn't remember, and so it wouldn't be real. Besides, she knew she didn't belong in this dreadful place. She didn't hear voices in her head or see things that weren't there. Surely this must be a dream! Her dear father would never do such a thing to her. Today was Christmas Eve, and they were meant to be heading to the annual family dinner at her grandmother's house.
However, instead of dining at her grandmother's polished table, Felice found herself standing in the middle of a white-washed cafeteria. She held a tray in her hands, looking down at the food on her plate with obvious concern. Her dainty nose scrunched up as she tried to figure out what it was, and her plush lips pushed into a childish pout, convinced the meal was not edible. She did not like this dream one bit. Not only did the daily entrée look like regurgitated baby food, but she felt like it was her first day of high school all over again, as she had nowhere to sit.
The people either looked like serial killers, or were sitting alone, talking to themselves, and Felice felt that interrupting would be rude. Once she made a move toward a table of three women, but then one of them had started blowing milk out of her nose and screaming something about 'chupacabras,' which sent the blond on a hasty retreat in the opposite direction. She tiptoed through the human zoo with caution, scoping out the people as she went, and finally arrived at a lonely table in the back. There was a man sitting here, and while males made her a bit nervous, he didn't appear to be having a conversation with his imaginary friend or scheming to murder the guy at the table next to him. This made him a reasonable candidate. "Excuse me," Felice piped up hesitantly, stepping a little closer, "but is this seat taken?" She bit the corner of her lower lip softly, baby-blues hopeful as she awaited a response, and forced herself to offer the stranger a small smile.
Little Felice had been committed to the ward just over a week ago, however, every day at Ravenwood felt like her first. She woke up confused, disoriented, unable to recall why she was in an unfamiliar bed. A nurse had to explain to her what had happened each morning, giving her a single pill and reassuring her that it would get easier. The women also encouraged Felice to write in her notebook, but the petite blond was too unhappy to use it, and maybe a little scared to admit this was her new reality, so the pages remained blank. If she didn't write anything down, there would be no proof. She wouldn't remember, and so it wouldn't be real. Besides, she knew she didn't belong in this dreadful place. She didn't hear voices in her head or see things that weren't there. Surely this must be a dream! Her dear father would never do such a thing to her. Today was Christmas Eve, and they were meant to be heading to the annual family dinner at her grandmother's house.
However, instead of dining at her grandmother's polished table, Felice found herself standing in the middle of a white-washed cafeteria. She held a tray in her hands, looking down at the food on her plate with obvious concern. Her dainty nose scrunched up as she tried to figure out what it was, and her plush lips pushed into a childish pout, convinced the meal was not edible. She did not like this dream one bit. Not only did the daily entrée look like regurgitated baby food, but she felt like it was her first day of high school all over again, as she had nowhere to sit.
The people either looked like serial killers, or were sitting alone, talking to themselves, and Felice felt that interrupting would be rude. Once she made a move toward a table of three women, but then one of them had started blowing milk out of her nose and screaming something about 'chupacabras,' which sent the blond on a hasty retreat in the opposite direction. She tiptoed through the human zoo with caution, scoping out the people as she went, and finally arrived at a lonely table in the back. There was a man sitting here, and while males made her a bit nervous, he didn't appear to be having a conversation with his imaginary friend or scheming to murder the guy at the table next to him. This made him a reasonable candidate. "Excuse me," Felice piped up hesitantly, stepping a little closer, "but is this seat taken?" She bit the corner of her lower lip softly, baby-blues hopeful as she awaited a response, and forced herself to offer the stranger a small smile.
