"if I forget to write fanfiction for an entire freaking month"
"bc I have terrible memory"
"please remind me to do fanfiction before the month is over"
"or like remind me within 2 days"
"I should be writing fanfiction at least every other day"
:0 on with the story
Kabby; Point Of View
The last day was a blur. A painful one.
I was stabbed in the head, I failed to kill my uncle who caused all this, and that stupid kid got him to a hospital.
I can't WIN, can I?
Not only is Uncle Timothy in some nice hospital somewhere, I was brought... here? Where's HERE?
Oh, it's just a ****ing insane asylum..?
It might be, but to be honest, this Hate that has taken over my body isn't incredibly nice to me. It's hard to... focus.
The walls look white, with padding all over them, probably to keep me from hurting myself. I appreciate it, honestly, since I find my body moving around way too much.
It's so quiet here.
Not in a tranquil sort of way, I actually hate it with a passion.
I wish SOMETHING broke this stupid silence. I don't know how long I've been sitting here, it could've been 10 minutes or 10 hours, but even if it WAS only 10 minutes, that's 10 minutes too long.
I screamed at nothing in an attempt to break the silence, but it didn't seem to help.
Especially when I can barely hear myself.
I lie down on the padded floor, twitching, waiting for something to happen.
I wait for several... minutes? Maybe hours?
Before I hear a voice penetrating the silence.
???; Point Of View
I called, as loud as I could, as I careened down the hall.
"Kabby!! Where are you at?"
I hear a small voice coming from the door next to me, and halt.
Not exactly sure what it's SAYING, but at least it's a voice, so it's probably my girlfriend.
"Kabby?" I call, more quietly this time, as I open the door. That's definitely my girlfriend.
Sitting in a room with nothing but padded walls and a floor, she has a black, gooey substance dripping from her mouth onto the soft floor she's lying on.
She smiles at me, but her eyes seem to barely register my existence.
Kabby mutters under her breath, "They're coming."
I notice the pattering footsteps rapidly approaching the room and quickly slam the door, holding it shut by leaning against it.
"Only a matter of time before they show up." I whisper, then turn to look at my girlfriend.
"Hey. I came to see you."
She laughs audibly, but quickly reverts to her regular depressed expression. "I noticed."
She then shuts her eyes and lay there.
"I don't think I'm allowed in here." I continued, trying to keep a conversation going.
Kabby opens her eyes a slit and mutters something.
"Yeah, okay. I know." The footsteps outside the door stop near it, and I hear a loud, demanding female voice.
"Cameron Redman, leave that room right now!"
"Nope!" I called back, perfectly aware that I needn't yell so loud.
"Gotta talk to my girlfriend!"
"You absolutely do not! Get out of there right now or we'll force you out!"
"Oh, come on. This isn't illegal or anything, is it?" I rolled my eyes.
"Your girlfriend is currently very dangerous, and could KILL you! GET OUT OF THERE."
I glanced at Kabby, who was still lying on the floor, looking tired.
"Ohh, I'm SURE she can kill me. She sure looks like it, what with trying to sleep and all." I call to the door, as sarcastically as I can possibly make my rather deep voice sound.
I heard my girlfriend giggle silently.
"Just let me try to help her, okay? She doesn't have anything wrong with her brain, there's something else-" I paused, staring at her. "I don't know what, but I can help."
"Cameron Redman, you can not help your girlfriend." The voice on the other end whispered, in forced calmness. "If you stay in that room, we will take you out by force. It's either that or she kills you."
I squinted in mock-confusion at the door. "MY girlfriend? Kill me? Come on. Even if there is something wrong with her brain, there's not something THAT wrong with it."
I left the door, squatting next to Kabby, and ran my fingers through her hair. "She's so innocent and sweet. She'd never hurt me."
My girlfriend opened her eyes, the majority of their color being black, and stared at me. I don't know what emotion I saw in them, but a chill went down my spine.
"Kabby?" I whispered. "You alright, honey?"
I self-consciously brushed my blonde bangs out of my eyes, and returned her gaze, hoping for some reaction.
She smiled. "I'm fine."
"You won't be soon, though."
End of Chapter, I hope you enjoyed :)