Post by Deleted on May 23, 2018 12:09:50 GMT -4
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Hospitals were nice.
Depressing as that sounded, they were nice. Personally, she found them soothing. She found them a place where she could clear her mind, her sanctuary. It was where she could study in peace, where she could patch up her wounds and do her own research for her classes on her own time. It was the only place that had cameras installed in every other corner, the only place where the confines of the walls didn't feel suffocating. It was the only place where the hallways weren't utterly terrifying, a place where she didn't have to worry so much about people, people, and more people. It was the only place where even if she found an adult, she wouldn't have to fret about being seen. She'd never have to scream, she'd never have to panic. It was ironic how she found peace in the silence and dare she say it, many others found it disturbing. There were many voices and conversations she was aware of the company of many adults and the occasional child (all in the voices of the dead). Calling her odd didn't even begin with it, especially with how keen she was with spending her days and near nights in the death building of healing. Now it's unfortunate that very few would share her ideology, she supposed that was only natural. It was only normal for someone to become unsettled, it was natural for people to be put off, for them to be disturbed and dare she say it, creeped out.
Besides, she found this to be way more forgiving than school was. Myeong could work in her own room, her own desk at peace. She wouldn't have to worry about other people walking over to her desk and knocking her papers over. She wouldn't have to worry about people taking her pencils, erasers and other tools. She wouldn't have to worry about people pulling at her hair, pulling her chair from under her and she wouldn't have to worry about people stealing and messing up her work. She wouldn't have to worry so long as she was in her own room of isolation.
Granted, she never saw how terrifying something so beautifully simple could be. There was a certain charm about the pure, white walls. Something that, though held so much grief within it's walls, the pure, white walls didn't stain nor did they ever show any wear. Only in the darkness did they dim, but in the light the hallways practically glowed. Once again, she doesn't see why so many people found it unsettling. She doesn't see why so many people felt uncomfortable about it, she never knew why (and perhaps that's what made her so weird). That being said, the nurse earlier had told her that it was perfectly fine for her to stay out there as long as she wanted; and with how often she's come to visit and how well the majority of the patients knew her, the hospital was possibly something akin to a second home to her. It was a second shelter, a second haven from whatever dangers the outside world posed to her. Terrifying dangers, creatures that lurked, only to pounce and hurt her without a remorse. In here, no one would be able to get her. No one would be able to hurt her-- She loved it for that.
... But if that were the case, why did she feel so uneasy?
Myeong brushes a few locks of her long, violet hair from her face while slowly turning her head towards the gap under the door. It was faint, yes, but she could hear small footsteps pacing back and forth from her office. Now if this were the daytime, she wouldn't have to worry too much about it because there were always other doctors and the like walking around in the hallways. It was normal for them to travel to look at other patients, and it was normal to walk around fetching equipment and the like for them. But it wasn't normal when it was late at night, especially if it was pacing around in the hallway of the nurse's office. Who could it be at this time? I-It couldn't have been a doctor, was it..? There weren't many people who could go back to the staff offices, and so.. It had to be someone from work.. Right? She wasn't.. Going crazy, right? (perhaps the only time she was relatively sane) I-It's right.. She was sure that it would be alright. She was.. Positive. It couldn't have been anyone whom she didn't know but.. At the same time, though she tells herself otherwise, the young woman can't help but to gently bite her lower lip.
Fingers curl along the edges of her stack of papers, her thumb gently runs over the paper clip that held it all together. Yeah.. I-It couldn't have been anyone, but that doesn't help her ease any more. If anything, her heart gradually begins to sink as her grip tightens around the papers. The sheets waver in her hands from the subtle trembling, all while her purple gaze lingers over the lower area of the door. "... I-It's okay, Myeong.." He won't be there, she tells herself (keep telling yourself that). There was no possible way he could be-- Even though they went to the same program in the past.. He couldn't have. She.. She changed her number and everything else to keep him away from her. There was.. No way he could have known where she wo--
Bzzzzt. Bzzzt.
Myeong suddenly jerks up in her chair, moving back from her initial position no thanks to the wheels attached to the bottom. The girl looks down at the brightened screen, showing her a lone notification from a text. Her eyes cautiously glance over, taking note of their contents. But.. When she notices the contact, she finds a number she couldn't recognize. It was a new number, and for a moment, she places her papers down to pull it up and open up her phone.
And the moment she does, her heart drops again.
It drops and begins to pound, resonate within her rib cage. The very contents of the text sent a shiver up her spine, effectively causing her knees to shake while her phone shakes in her now clammy hands. "N-No.. No way.. H-He couldn't have.." The young student mumbles to herself in a near disbelief, shaking her head a few times while staring down at the text. It wasn't long until she found another text bubble beginning to type, but she quickly exits out of the messaging while watching as a preview of the most recent message pops up. The blood rushes to her cheeks as she's reading it, but not out of embarrassment, no. She felt a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face as she merely glances at the words, chest rising in attempts to take in a deep breath. N-No.. No, this wasn't.. No. Her eyes glance over to the door again, ears instinctively perking up to listen in to the other sounds that may have been there. But to her relief, she could not longer hear the footsteps. But.. Just because she didn't, she didn't know if it was safe or not. Her eyes glance to the clock. She had to leave soon, but now she was too scared to leave the office.
What if he was there?
She can't help but to worry about it but.. It's alright.. Right? Ah.. But she didn't want to go bothering Enzo for something like this again. Plus, it was.. Probably her imagination, right? It was her anxiety getting the better of her.. Right? Yeah.. C-Calm down, Myeong. All you have to do is take a deep breath and walk down, all you have to do is pack up your things, leave the room, out and through the exit of the front door. It's alright, r-really. There was no way he could figure out which office she was in, anyways (One of the many lies she always told herself). It wasn't like.. Her personal office. It was just.. An office that could be used by anyone. Yeah.. I-It'll be okay. He didn't even know.. Y-Yeah. It'l be alright. It's alright. Those are the things she continued to tell herself in hopes to lower her heart rate, now picking up her papers and neatly shoving them into the unzipped portion of her bag. Myeong slowly places her hand on the door, peeking outwards. Her heart gradually calms down as she sees that no one is in the corridor, hence why she's able to walk out on her own without too much of a problem. See, Myon? You were just being anxious. There was no way--
"Myeong?"
And she freezes in her tracks. The woman keeps a hold on the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder, gripping it enough for her nails to subtly dig into the lower palms of her hands. Without looking back, the young woman begins to speed up her pace down the hallway as the steady paced sounds of a man's footsteps follows her from behind. His footsteps were there. His steps were behind her. They were following her, and they weren't going to leave her be. Her chest tightens as she attempts to speed up, but no matter how quickly she's trying to get away, the sounds of the steadily paced footsteps echo not too far from behind her. It feels like an eternity when she's finally able to leave the building and through the automatic sliding doors at the front, taking a deep breath of relief. The woman finally takes a moment to turn her head back towards the entrance, releasing a sigh of relief as she finds no sign of.. Someone she would rather.. Not speak to. Myeong is about to turn back to walk at her own pace until she suddenly feels a firm grip on her forearm, pulling her back to have herself hit against the chest of a slightly taller, brunette man. For a moment, Myeong actually raised her voice into a softer squeak, but it was loud enough to echo in the empty night.
"L-Let go of me..! I-I.. I just want to go home..! Why are you even--" So she squeaks, arms attempting to flail in the man's grip, but to no avail. With that, the man grips onto Myeong's other arm from behind, lowering himself more to speak into the young woman's ear.
"I was looking for you~" He whispers in a low tone, a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. The words were soothing, and otherwise harmless. But they were words that she was used to hearing. Words that had the woman struggle all the more violently, but out of a sense of desperation.
Depressing as that sounded, they were nice. Personally, she found them soothing. She found them a place where she could clear her mind, her sanctuary. It was where she could study in peace, where she could patch up her wounds and do her own research for her classes on her own time. It was the only place that had cameras installed in every other corner, the only place where the confines of the walls didn't feel suffocating. It was the only place where the hallways weren't utterly terrifying, a place where she didn't have to worry so much about people, people, and more people. It was the only place where even if she found an adult, she wouldn't have to fret about being seen. She'd never have to scream, she'd never have to panic. It was ironic how she found peace in the silence and dare she say it, many others found it disturbing. There were many voices and conversations she was aware of the company of many adults and the occasional child (all in the voices of the dead). Calling her odd didn't even begin with it, especially with how keen she was with spending her days and near nights in the death building of healing. Now it's unfortunate that very few would share her ideology, she supposed that was only natural. It was only normal for someone to become unsettled, it was natural for people to be put off, for them to be disturbed and dare she say it, creeped out.
Besides, she found this to be way more forgiving than school was. Myeong could work in her own room, her own desk at peace. She wouldn't have to worry about other people walking over to her desk and knocking her papers over. She wouldn't have to worry about people taking her pencils, erasers and other tools. She wouldn't have to worry about people pulling at her hair, pulling her chair from under her and she wouldn't have to worry about people stealing and messing up her work. She wouldn't have to worry so long as she was in her own room of isolation.
Granted, she never saw how terrifying something so beautifully simple could be. There was a certain charm about the pure, white walls. Something that, though held so much grief within it's walls, the pure, white walls didn't stain nor did they ever show any wear. Only in the darkness did they dim, but in the light the hallways practically glowed. Once again, she doesn't see why so many people found it unsettling. She doesn't see why so many people felt uncomfortable about it, she never knew why (and perhaps that's what made her so weird). That being said, the nurse earlier had told her that it was perfectly fine for her to stay out there as long as she wanted; and with how often she's come to visit and how well the majority of the patients knew her, the hospital was possibly something akin to a second home to her. It was a second shelter, a second haven from whatever dangers the outside world posed to her. Terrifying dangers, creatures that lurked, only to pounce and hurt her without a remorse. In here, no one would be able to get her. No one would be able to hurt her-- She loved it for that.
... But if that were the case, why did she feel so uneasy?
Myeong brushes a few locks of her long, violet hair from her face while slowly turning her head towards the gap under the door. It was faint, yes, but she could hear small footsteps pacing back and forth from her office. Now if this were the daytime, she wouldn't have to worry too much about it because there were always other doctors and the like walking around in the hallways. It was normal for them to travel to look at other patients, and it was normal to walk around fetching equipment and the like for them. But it wasn't normal when it was late at night, especially if it was pacing around in the hallway of the nurse's office. Who could it be at this time? I-It couldn't have been a doctor, was it..? There weren't many people who could go back to the staff offices, and so.. It had to be someone from work.. Right? She wasn't.. Going crazy, right? (perhaps the only time she was relatively sane) I-It's right.. She was sure that it would be alright. She was.. Positive. It couldn't have been anyone whom she didn't know but.. At the same time, though she tells herself otherwise, the young woman can't help but to gently bite her lower lip.
Fingers curl along the edges of her stack of papers, her thumb gently runs over the paper clip that held it all together. Yeah.. I-It couldn't have been anyone, but that doesn't help her ease any more. If anything, her heart gradually begins to sink as her grip tightens around the papers. The sheets waver in her hands from the subtle trembling, all while her purple gaze lingers over the lower area of the door. "... I-It's okay, Myeong.." He won't be there, she tells herself (keep telling yourself that). There was no possible way he could be-- Even though they went to the same program in the past.. He couldn't have. She.. She changed her number and everything else to keep him away from her. There was.. No way he could have known where she wo--
Bzzzzt. Bzzzt.
Myeong suddenly jerks up in her chair, moving back from her initial position no thanks to the wheels attached to the bottom. The girl looks down at the brightened screen, showing her a lone notification from a text. Her eyes cautiously glance over, taking note of their contents. But.. When she notices the contact, she finds a number she couldn't recognize. It was a new number, and for a moment, she places her papers down to pull it up and open up her phone.
And the moment she does, her heart drops again.
It drops and begins to pound, resonate within her rib cage. The very contents of the text sent a shiver up her spine, effectively causing her knees to shake while her phone shakes in her now clammy hands. "N-No.. No way.. H-He couldn't have.." The young student mumbles to herself in a near disbelief, shaking her head a few times while staring down at the text. It wasn't long until she found another text bubble beginning to type, but she quickly exits out of the messaging while watching as a preview of the most recent message pops up. The blood rushes to her cheeks as she's reading it, but not out of embarrassment, no. She felt a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face as she merely glances at the words, chest rising in attempts to take in a deep breath. N-No.. No, this wasn't.. No. Her eyes glance over to the door again, ears instinctively perking up to listen in to the other sounds that may have been there. But to her relief, she could not longer hear the footsteps. But.. Just because she didn't, she didn't know if it was safe or not. Her eyes glance to the clock. She had to leave soon, but now she was too scared to leave the office.
What if he was there?
She can't help but to worry about it but.. It's alright.. Right? Ah.. But she didn't want to go bothering Enzo for something like this again. Plus, it was.. Probably her imagination, right? It was her anxiety getting the better of her.. Right? Yeah.. C-Calm down, Myeong. All you have to do is take a deep breath and walk down, all you have to do is pack up your things, leave the room, out and through the exit of the front door. It's alright, r-really. There was no way he could figure out which office she was in, anyways (One of the many lies she always told herself). It wasn't like.. Her personal office. It was just.. An office that could be used by anyone. Yeah.. I-It'll be okay. He didn't even know.. Y-Yeah. It'l be alright. It's alright. Those are the things she continued to tell herself in hopes to lower her heart rate, now picking up her papers and neatly shoving them into the unzipped portion of her bag. Myeong slowly places her hand on the door, peeking outwards. Her heart gradually calms down as she sees that no one is in the corridor, hence why she's able to walk out on her own without too much of a problem. See, Myon? You were just being anxious. There was no way--
"Myeong?"
And she freezes in her tracks. The woman keeps a hold on the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder, gripping it enough for her nails to subtly dig into the lower palms of her hands. Without looking back, the young woman begins to speed up her pace down the hallway as the steady paced sounds of a man's footsteps follows her from behind. His footsteps were there. His steps were behind her. They were following her, and they weren't going to leave her be. Her chest tightens as she attempts to speed up, but no matter how quickly she's trying to get away, the sounds of the steadily paced footsteps echo not too far from behind her. It feels like an eternity when she's finally able to leave the building and through the automatic sliding doors at the front, taking a deep breath of relief. The woman finally takes a moment to turn her head back towards the entrance, releasing a sigh of relief as she finds no sign of.. Someone she would rather.. Not speak to. Myeong is about to turn back to walk at her own pace until she suddenly feels a firm grip on her forearm, pulling her back to have herself hit against the chest of a slightly taller, brunette man. For a moment, Myeong actually raised her voice into a softer squeak, but it was loud enough to echo in the empty night.
"L-Let go of me..! I-I.. I just want to go home..! Why are you even--" So she squeaks, arms attempting to flail in the man's grip, but to no avail. With that, the man grips onto Myeong's other arm from behind, lowering himself more to speak into the young woman's ear.
"I was looking for you~" He whispers in a low tone, a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. The words were soothing, and otherwise harmless. But they were words that she was used to hearing. Words that had the woman struggle all the more violently, but out of a sense of desperation.
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