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Note 1
'Of course, something as tedious as a mental asylum would be where I spend my life. Of course! Good Lord, what shall I do with my life? I will never get away from this place, and this place will never get away from me. I will forever be walking down this road of unsatisfaction. And for now, to day, and to morrow, I will be locked in this blasphemous room with nothing but my being, my pen, my ink, my journal, and all my friends on the walls. They won't leave me, I know they won't. They are stuck on the wall, drawn by my own hands, I am their God. Making my own species, was fun, in ways, the mister doctors do not understand.
I give up on this trivial universe, this trivial world, and most of all, this horrible trivial life. I question my thoughts everyday. Am I truly insane? Says the girl locked in a room with her inked friends on the walls. Am I not? Am I truly? I am not quite sure anymore. Though Vahlie would just laugh and joke about it.
"Aren't we all insane?" ... How should I answer that? The words of one genius and one very foolish. There is no true answer. I do not wish to say true or false. My mundane life of having my food fed to my like a dog makes me lean closer to true. But, why do they label us as insane? If they are no better. All of us, human beings. Are we truly humans? Why are we called humans? There are many creatures in this world. So why am I human?
I seem to be asking the impossible. As normal, I see all my entries are the same. Day after day. I wish I could be understood. Though something as meaningless as a life of a young girl is useless against those great people. If we are animals, as they call us, then why do they not cut us up as one?
I seem to be rambling again. I question these things every waking moment, when I'm not bringing life to the walls. So why write them down again? I am not sure. I'm done for now. I will lay down. I'm sick of it. Such barbarics. I hate it here. I want to go home. I didn't do anything. Please get me out of here. I'm so sorry. I just want to see you again.'
A young girl wrote in a book, her black hair leaning out of her head covering as her pen moved around feverishly in its normally neat handwriting. She eventually stuck the pen inside her journal and laid it under her pillow so the doctors wouldn't find it and take it in for studying her mental deterioration, or so it was warned often.
She eventually laid back and stared at the ceiling. Nothing. Just white, unlike the walls she had covered in her creations. It was just.... White. Waiting to be touched by her pen and stained with her ink. She couldn't reach it, of course, being the short child she was. Only eleven! Even then, she was stubby for her age.
The lone clock hanging on the wall read five o'clock, or at least, a few minutes till. Dinner at seven, and nothing to do for two hours. There was the possibility of going outside, though she had to be let out by a doctor by pressing a button and speaking through a speaker. Oh how she hated that! It annoyed her to no end! She glared at the button and then sulked the way to the horrible object. She pressed it, and a voice rang out. A mans voice, deep and less than interested in her problem.
"Yes? What is your issue?" it almost wasn't a question, it sounded so dull! She grit her teeth and continued to answer his question.
"I want to be let out of my room, please. I am patient 33456." she forced out, trying to not sound annoyed, since they wouldn't let out a patient who was grumpy. He made a groaning noise and her door unlocked with a click. She looked over and pressed the button again, ending the conversation.
She opened her door and looked left and right. A few patients here and there, along with a bit too many doctors. She walked down the hall to go to the 'waiting room', it wasn't really a waiting room. It was more of a lounge for patients to visit and converse. She could feel the eyes go through her, the eyes of the doctors. No wonder people go crazy here, the paranoia was unbearable, having someone watching you even in the privacy of your own room.
She took a turn to the left and knocked on the door of the room. From the window on the door with a grate attached, she could see a few patients sitting around, looking happy, along with a doctor in the background. Someone quickly covered it, unlocking the door and letting her in, examining her all while she walked slowly.
It wasn't even ten seconds when she had been tackle hugged, a voice, a very familiar voice, yelling loudly in an amicable voice that she recognized all too well, from the first day she was sent here a year ago.
"Nobl!!!!! Hey! How's it goin'?" said girl faced her friend and smiled hugely, giggling a bit, although, the doctors seemed to have the exact opposite reaction to the others shenanigans.
"Patient 30098!" a doctor from the left said, grumpy and tired sounding. Ignore. He yelled her number again.
"Vahlie... I think you should listen to him..." Nobl said nervously. Her friend just laughed loudly.
"Why? I did not hear my name! I heard a number! And that is not me, yes? Is it? Is it? Ha ha~!" she laughed, receiving a look of 'what-are-you-thinking?'.
"Karnevahl! Stop it, don't get sent away now!" Nobl whispered harshly, receiving a slight frown from the clown girl, who soon made a big smile once again and let go of Nobl slowly.
"As you wish m'lady!" she broke into a laughter fit while skipping over to a chair and patting the one next to it, motioning for Noble to sit.
Nobl sighed and slowly walked over and sat next to the clownish girl. It had started with Karnevahl's usual rambling about everything ridiculous. Her subjects always seemed random and out of absolute nowhere. Nobl couldn't tell if it was from her problem, or her past as a carnie. She wasn't sure, but they somehow got on the topic of names.
"Your name is so very wonderful Nobl~! Describes you exactly!!! Hee hee!"
"Oh? No, no! It's a very common name in these parts, what of yours? That's a very unusual name!" Karnevahl gave the other a small pout, then sighed deeply.
"My name is quite common where I come from, Nobl dear, almost everyone was named it. It is... Less than enjoyable sharing a name with ten other people, whom you just so live with." some things just made Karnevahl upset, and Noble knew never to touch them again, and quickly change the subject.
"Um... Then... I see the food quality here has... Faltered... A bit." Nobl started, to which Karnevahl agreed and the two started conversation again.
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The colored walls where darkened as lights out time continued. No lights, even Mister Moon had decided to not come out tonight. It was lonely. The silence. She wondered if she was deaf. There was absolutely no sound. No doctors, no patients having an attack, not even the owls that would hang around once in a while. Her eyes couldn't even seem to adjust to this darkness. It was just black. Was she blind as well? She couldn't even write in her journal, as she often did when everything was boring.
Being bored led to thinking. Thinking led to remembering. Remembering led to... Less than enjoyable memories.... She hated this, but sleep wouldn't seem to consume her into a place of dreamless oblivion, where hours passed in seconds. She began thinking anyway. Of herself, of Kernevahl, of that girl whom she had helped only two years ago, before she had been locked up, and, of her friend who had been released a while ago. Nobl knew she wasn't cured. Everyone did, but the doctors had told her she was.
No. That was a lie. Mohna wasn't. She is very sick. With what exactly? Nobl wasn't sure. It was something not good. She remembered the older girls horrible nights, keeping the doctors awake until they poked a hole into her so she went to dreamland. Everyone could hear her screaming, cussing at the top of her lungs, yelling at the doctors to stop. They never did.
She was now free. Set loose. An abandoned animal, kicked out of its home. She was gone.
Nobl's head cloth stuck tightly to her skin, she could feel her hair was wet, her sweat wouldn't stop. Why was she so nervous? It happened every time she thought. Every little thought had turned not a big thought. Why did girls have to wear these things? Head cloths? Damn... It was so hot.
She finally slipped into her own oblivion. Into her own little hell.
Note 2
A girl moved her hand above her eyes, the sun was very bright that day, making the whole town seem bright and yellow. It was disgustingly hot. Sweat poured down her neck. Damn those head cloths! They were always so hot! Well, her head cloth was a jacket, so she guessed it was supposed to be hot, but then she decided she didn't care. She knew wearing black probably wasn't a good idea either, but since those were the only clothes she had, she unfortunately had to deal with it.
The bag in her hand was full of fruit, recently stolen from the marketplace across town. She was
an expert of sorts, or so she told herself. She reminisced about the sweet stuff she had stolen! Haha, that dumb old man had no fucking idea! Yup. She was brilliant. Four apples, three peaches, a few kiwis, and a bunch of strawberries. Her and that weird chick would survive!
She ran back to her hideout, between the very small quilt shop that had been up for a hundred years or so that made really weird quilts and the newer clinic where no one went to (some controversial stuff with a doctor or some shit) but was oversized anyway. The alleyway was dark, and actually very quiet. A sheet on a line made the cut between the real world, and their small world of two.
"I'm back Mohna. I brought kiwis." she said, not bothering to yell in the small area. She reached in the bag and brought one out, catching the attention of the older girl, her eyes lighting up and hair rushing in her face as she ran from the back of the alleyway to the sound in a couple seconds.
"Yay!!! Thanks so much Weha!!! I love them! Kiwis are amazing!!" Mohna danced around in a circle, laughing and giggling uncontrollably, all while holding the kiwi.
"I don't see the point. They're way too sour! I don't see anything good about them." Weha put her hands on her hips and scowled.
"Because! There's a bird named after them... Or is it named after the birds? Not sure! But Kiwis are adorable! The, uh, birds I mean. But I guess fruit can be adorable too!" this only earned a sigh from Weha, who then proceeded to sit down next to crate, putting the bag beside her.
Mohna stopped from her dancing and went to sit down next to Weha. She practically skipped over and smiled as she sat down, patting her skirt, and still giggling. God, sometimes this girl was annoying as hell, but she was smart too, being a good five years older than Weha.
"You still worried about little Nobl? Oh dear, I told you, she shall be fine! She's a strong girl, I knew her for almost as long as you have! Six months is quite a long time, though also short." the words didn't seem to quell the others depressive look on her face. When the two had met, the younger had wanted to know everything of Nobl's condition. Of course, Mohna did not tell of the horrors in that place. She did not want to place more stress on the already anxiety filled child.
Weha didn't answer at first. She just sat there silently and finally decided to speak.
"Yeah... I know. She'll be out in no time." she said, half convincing herself. Would she ever see Nobl again? Why had she been put in there in the first place? It was said someone saw her talking to one of her drawings on the wall, and reported her. This stupid country was messed up and strict. Anyone different was a mess up of humanity. This was East of the country, she had heard the West was much better and laid back. That sounded great.
No more talking was told between them. They sat in silence. No. No, she would never come back. They only let Mohna and some others out to save space for the terminally ill, or some thing like that. Nobl wasn't ill. She just loved drawing, one of those eccentric artists. No one understood. Heck, Weha wasn't even sure if she understood! So she just sat there.
And sat there.
And sat there.
Crying wasn't an option.
She wasn't weak.
Yet...
She did anyway.
And it didn't stop.
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And so, this is what I do with my alone time.
I have been coming up wth this story for a couple years now. And to tell the truth, this is actually the second book in the series, but they don't connect until the fourth one.
This story takes place in East Malaq, a country in the future at its height in economy.
The main characters are-
Nobl, age 11
Karnevahl, age 12
Weha, age 11
Mohna, age 16
Leave a comment! Tell me what you think! Of the characters, of the general idea, predictions of what you think will happen!
I have been coming up wth this story for a couple years now. And to tell the truth, this is actually the second book in the series, but they don't connect until the fourth one.
This story takes place in East Malaq, a country in the future at its height in economy.
The main characters are-
Nobl, age 11
Karnevahl, age 12
Weha, age 11
Mohna, age 16
Leave a comment! Tell me what you think! Of the characters, of the general idea, predictions of what you think will happen!
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Aaauuuggghhh it's BYOOTIFUL.
Haha, well done!
I love the name Karnevahl, like Carnival~
But when I first read the title, I thought it would be something Homestuck related. xD
I suppose there's actually a meaning then, to the word Calliope?
Haha, well done!
I love the name Karnevahl, like Carnival~
But when I first read the title, I thought it would be something Homestuck related. xD
I suppose there's actually a meaning then, to the word Calliope?