Jayne Grey arrives at West hallows Psychiatric Ward under mysterious circumstances. But she wasn't expecting to meet a post-Floyd Syd, will they be able to accept each other once they learn the truth? Will they ever leave the brick walls hand in han...
I walked languidly through the foyer of a building that seems as ancient as Jesus himself.
"Isn't it too early for this"? I thought to myself as the faint sound of "house of the rising sun" played in the distance on a rough, scratched record from an instrument I could only describe as a brief up grade from a phonograph.
The foyer was dimly light by several lamps in a perfunctory manner, mostly relying on the golden morning rays to illuminate the area. The scent of disinfectant attempted to mask the melancholy that seemed to hang in the air like London smog.
I reluctantly walked into the next room...my eyes scanned my surroundings almost instinctively.
My sight fell upon the first Loonie I saw. He had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes like the open sky, looking intensely at the composition journal that he was doodling in.
As I passed him, I glanced over his shoulder, it was mostly random rubbish that didn't make much sense, such as, "I'll take all the blame, Aqua sea-foam shame" and frantic scribbles that seemed to assemble a fetus and slender, monster like creatures.
His hands only popped out of his cigarette burned green cardigan enough the expose his long yellow tipped fingers and began to light a cigarette that seemed to appear out of no where, when a nurse promptly came over and grabbed the cig directly out of the mouth of the mysterious blond lad. He raised his eyebrows and groaned in sorrow like a baby who had candy stolen from him.
The grungy man looked across the area to his ink-haired companion who had hair as deep, and dark as the pits of space. The man had eyes of moss that seemed to be strung out in a sort of vision as he dunked his paint brush in crimson colored paint and gently caressed the white of the canvas until the paint wrapped it like a satin veil.
The two men were minding their own business apart from the rest of the patients.
Just for a mere moment in this world where time seems to flow faster than raging river rapids, our green eyes interlocked. It was like staring directly at the moon in the latest hours of the evening. Everything else seemed to fade to black, the only entity in my sight was him. He peered through his shaggy bangs, curious about why this delicate, young blonde bird could possibly be in a place such as this one.
His lips parted, startled, as we searched the tunnels of each other's souls in a trance like state.
His masterful hand froze, and the rich red paint dripped on to his shoes as we stood there, in awe.
I have never felt safer than under the gaze of this stranger. How could that be? There was a certain familiarity about this young man that I couldn't describe in a thousand words.
But he had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my existence.
The tapping of heels became louder and louder until a women's soft voice cut the connection and the tension.
She was was a brunette with curled, medium length chestnut locks, who'd I'd say had to be in her late 30's she had a certain calmness about her that reminded me of an elementary school teacher. She was dressed in a green pencil skirt, a caramel colored blouse with ruffles where the collar was, with a blazer to match the skirt, sealed with the facility crest.
"Miss Grey, I've seen you've met Mr. Barrett. Welcome to West Hallows." Her dusty pink colored lips pulled into a disarming smile.
Yeah, I was going to like it here.
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