Scandra

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"A color so vibrant,
A color so young,
With a mystical sensuous touch."

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Volwaska City
City Hospital
Present time

Rosaria

They say dark symbolizes everything related to the devil,vileness and all the negative things that one can refer to. The most horrific deeds take place at night. Night — significant for the emergence of deadly creatures and a time of the day where the culprit camouflages with the veil of innocence. Night-therefore- is the most opted time for a predator to hunt down on its prey.

Although to me,with the approach of the night, the sun fades and the day breathes her last. The golden memory of the dead sun is erased from the hearts of the morose clouds. Night descends. The shadows which make up her ghostly army creeps noiselessly,their unseen feet passing above the abandoned streets,as it takes away every ounce of light. Once ensconced on her gloomy throne in her ghostly palace, adorned by pale stars, Night will envelope the world in her dark wings.

Its a time of the day when you find peace. And this love for nature, is now healing me to great lengths. This silence of the night,seems to sooth my soul, and calm me down, helping me regain my sanity.

After the encounter with the silhouette, I passed out on the stubbly asphalt of the side lane. However, waking up I found myself in a new surrounding. I was frantic until I was informed about the help served by my neighbours while I was unconscious. Later Mr.Leeward—the doctor in charge-informed my parents about my health, however them living in Saberwoods were unable to check up on me hence sent me their concerns. It took me hours with my false explanations that I was absolutely fine until she considered—the fact—to be real. In reality, I was anything but fine. I was informed of having a panic attack,which to me was quite unusual.

The dreams are causing a havoc in my mind. I am being delusional about myself and everything that surrounds me. My eyes are betraying me. And experiencing these dreams without my mom beside me took it to a whole another level. Her affectionate hug used to whisk me away to a good night's sleep,but now the conditions are horrible.

I've been told by Mr.Leeward to take good care of myself,set apart all the troubles and be a little more extrovert, not that my introvertedness ever ticked off me—perhaps until now. A good rest and a day off from university were Mr. Leeward's advice.

I am currently laying down on one of those uncomfortable hospital beds with my black skinny jeans and a pale pink tank top on. I am eager to leave this disease centre. Mr.Leeward stood at the foot of the bed with my health chart in his hand.

'So panic attacks are an usual symptom of distress,or intense anxiety, fear or discomfort. If you follow my advice I expect you to come over of these attacks soon." he stated. I nodded in agreement. 'Miss Rosaria you can leave as soon I as I hand you over your set of prescribed medicines. Till then if you are feeling weak, take rest.'with that said he strode away closing the door with a soft click.

I sighed and ran my hands through my tangled mass of hair. I did my masters in daydreaming. So engrossed in my thoughts that it took me to my own faeryland where darkness reigns.

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Volwaska City
City hospital

Its late in the afternoon,the blazing sun shone high above the sky. Its scorching rays wrapped the City of Volwaska into an heatwave. Sweat was the only makeup that adorned everyone. Its a busy time of the day. Visiting hours. A busy time of hustle and bustle in the city hospital. Doctors rushed from one room to another to check up on various patients. The glassdoor opening and closing after each arrival and exit of people as they consumed half of the hospital building.

Busy heads quarreled at ever nook and corner.

The receptionist was busy attending calls of half a dozen people.

A man in black attire came through the automatic glass doors with a bouquet of blood red colored roses in hand, covering half his face, only those light green colored eyes glowed as those long lashes encompassed them. Joining the line of men, he waited patiently for his turn to come.

"How may I help you sir?" asked the woman with blond hair at the desk. "Miss Rosaria Swann" stated the man.
As if the on cue the blond haired woman held the telephone to her ear and whispered words which were so low to the point that they were incomprehensible. "Sorry sir. We can't let you see Miss Swann. She is currently resting. Only members of her family or her relatives can meet her."

"Theodosius Luxford."responded the man with irritation clear in his voice. A voice so intimidating that made the receptionist's have sensations in places where she shouldn't. Not being able to argue further she checked on her computer to find the name written as one of the closest relatives of Rosaria. Without further exchange of words-" Room no.105"-told the receptionist clicking her tongue and attended others.

Mr. Luxford progressed towards Rosaria's room, those booted footsteps echoing through the hall as it stomped up towards the last room of the hallway, stopping right at front—perhaps something clicked in him as a subtle smirk plastered on his face, as he stood there shortly before turning  the lock open.

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