Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you {JakMocha}

[ali]

How can I decide whats right when you're clouding up my mind, I'm can't win your losing fight all the time.

I sat, slumped agains my arm chair- the maid tidying the few things that littered my floor. My new pink dress, yes thats right- Pink, is bunched up around my knees. I prop my head up with my left hand as I sigh in sheer bordem waiting. What was happening today, was something I was certainly not looking forward too. It was something my parents had just, sprung on me. Over dinner. Both me and the voices hadn't been happy. I knew something was up when they actually told me to come eat dinner with them- not ask, told. If it hadn't been for the beefy servant giving us bread- my hands would have done some serious damage to my fathers neck. They managed to hold me down long enough to force me the pill- something that closed the voices off. I hated it- taking the pill. I didn't take it often. The only days I took it was when the reaping took place and well- thats it. Going out was never an option, except to buy a new dress for the Reaping. This years dress trip had failed and I ended up with this hideously coloured dress. Some how, I don't think we were shopping for Reaping Dresses after all.

"Miss"

I looked up at the Ginger nurse. I hated gingers- they scared me. The voices had once told me that gingers wanted my soul because they hadn't got one themselves. Of course, I was much younger then but still- I didn't like the Gingers. I sighed and nodded- not really wanting to talk to the ginger.

"Your mother wishes me to do your hair....."

I nodded allowing the girl to approach and comb through my hair. I sighed and looked ahead of me thinking about that god awful news. Guess what Astrid- we have found you a sutible husband. An Arranged Marriage. I honestly do not know what my parents were thinking- who do they think would have the littlest of interest in some phsycopath like me. No, wait, I knew exactly what they were thinking- they were thinking that the sooner they made me someone elses, the sooner that their imperfect daughter would be no longer bothersome and no long their problem- they could then continue their lives as they had done before my birth; as happy people. I knew they didn't love me but marrying me off was just about as low as two hating parents could get. It was too late now of course- they were coming over for Lunch followed by a light tea at dinner time. Mother wanted the man to stay the night.

I wasn't sure how old he was but I was guessing possibly late 30's- he was a Doctor after all. What kinda Doctor is beyond me but knowing my parents he was gonna be a head Doctor to help out with my Schizophrenia. I hated having Schizophrenia but I hated not having the voices in my head. It made me feel weak- easily broken. Just like now, as I sat letting the Maid comb my hair. Emotions were easily avalible to my messed up brain- so the littlest things or the biggest to someone who was normal would set me off crying. No doubt that I would cry today. Probably over him not liking me- not that I actually cared. I didn't want to get married. I never have and never want too; but I have to. I am also guessing I have to bear my parents and my in-laws, grandchildren. Something I definatley did not want. How could a child survive with a mother who was insane from the inside out? They couldn't thats how.

All of a sudden the door bell rang and I heard my mother call "Astrid- Dear, the Hunnisett's are here!"
"Coming Mother...." I called back

As I stood- the maid put down the brush and just stoop their smiling. I ignored her and walked out into the hallway. The name Hunnisett meant nothing to me, apart from Dr. Hunnisett Senior. Oh god I thought. They had arranged me to marry Dr. Hunnisett Senior! He was like 50 years old- talk about creepy much. This just made me even more nervous- something I felt alot despite the voices- as I walked down the stairs. To my relief, I saw that Dr. Hunnisett Senior actually had a wife, thank god. A girl stood beside him- their daughter I presume. She wore a pink dress like me, but hers was much brighter than mine. Finally, I lay my eyes on the final member of the party. He was pale and baby faced with longish brown hair and blue eyes and wore glasses. He was quite handsome and I couldn't help but smiles to myself. I knew the voices would disagree but that was funny- that was why I was smiling.

"Hello" I uttered to our guest and my future husband.

Never gonna own whats mine when you're always taking sides but you won't take away my prides- No not this time.

The Dress

[jakomocha]

Aiden Hunnisett

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This has got to be the worst day of my life. My parents picked my future job, that I would be leaving school, and that I had to dump my now ex-girlfriend, but I didn't think they would go this far. I examine my big room, which although it is humongous it only has a small bed, desk, and chair. I sit in the chair and stare out of my window. I try draw something to keep my mind off what was going on, but I end up drawing what happened today.

My dad woke me up early this morning.
Said my doctor lessons had to be earlier then usual for serious reasons. I wondered why, but it was no use asking. After getting ready I head to my fathers office. Today we went over mentally ill people. He specifically talked about schizophrenia. I didn't know why. He was silent the rest of the lesson while I answered his question sheet, oblivious to my thirst for knowledge of what was so important. Finally he told me.
I was getting married. To someone I barely knew.

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When my father told me, I stood blankly into his eyes. His eyes were indifferent, as if it were no big deal. I couldn't see my eyes, but I imagine they were full of hatred.

I stared at my father, in disbelief for a few seconds.

[/color]"W-what about Rosy?" I asked, forgetting for a few seconds that I hadn't seen her in years. Father just laughed this awful, inhumane laugh. Well, at least that is how I imagined it. "W-w-wait, am I going to marry her without meeting whomever I am marrying until I marry them?"I said in shock and madness. Father stared at me and then laughed again. I pretended to laugh along. He said "Of course not. You are going to meet her today.. in the afternoon. Thats why I woke you up so early, so we could still have our lesson." Few. I was relieved. I said to my father, "Whom am I getting married to?" I was still angry at my father, even more angry when he first announced that I was having an arranged marriage, but I stayed calm. He said"Astirid Shaw. Ever seen her before? She sometimes comes to me for physical and... mental checkups." I believe I have seen her before at reaping day. The word mental struck in my head... was that why we were going over the basics of mental illnesses this morning. In confusion and disbelief I stuttered, "I-is A-strid m-mentally ill?" Father laughed, as if it were funny, and said"Yes." I was about to ask what mental illness she had, but my dad, already predicting what I would ask, said "You'll find out in a little bit. Oh, also, she is around you age, so don't freak out about her being thirty years old or something." and Father laughed.[/i][/center]

I hope she doesn't have schizophrenia. It would be so hard living with someone that mentally ill. As I drew about the awful day, I tried look to my sister for advice in my mind. I guess I was too stressed out, as she didn't show up. We are leaving for their house any minute now. We are going to have lunch there, and tea at night also. I might stay over the night. I wonder when we will leave. As if on cue, my mother yells "Aiden, we are leaving!" I walk down stairs. Mother, seeing my goofy glasses, says "Go back and change those glasses!" Then she mutters under her breath something about how surprised and glad she is I actually brushed and straightened my hair today. After I change my glasses, my parents and I exit the house and start our walk to my future wive's house. The walk to her house was silent. I mean, I know my parents don't love me, but I didn't know they hated me enough to arrange my marriage. When we arrive at the house, father rings the doorbell. Mr. Shaw, a man who I have seen much more then Astrid, opens the door. Father smiles at him, and mother greets him happily, her cheeks as red as her pink dress which is way to small for her. I nod at him politely and shake his hands firmly. Mrs. Shaw comes down to, wearing a tan dress. I shake her hands and smile at her. She calls for Astrid, and I wait for her to arrive. As I do, I examine the house. Their house is huge and they have a ton of servants. My family is rich although we only have one servant, and she hasn't showed up for work for 12 weeks. Finally, Astrid arrives. I examine her. She looks beautiful, with golden hair and a pretty dress. She is skinny, but not too skinny. I also see her pretty pure blue eyes. Maybe she won't be that bad, although appearances can be deceiving.
She definitely didn't look mentally ill. She smiled at me, so I tried to smile back at her. She said "Hello." I stared at my future wife for a second and then said, "Hello." I offered my hand for her to shake while my mother told Mrs. Shaw that we looked so cute together (embarrassing!) and Father told Mr. Shaw that Astrid should give me a tour of the house.
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OOC: Aiden doesn't have a sister like you mentioned. She died at birth and Aiden just imagined her as his conscience in his mind.

[ali]

How can I decide whats right when you're clouding up my mind, I'm can't win your losing fight all the time.

My future husband stares at me- before he mutters "Hello"

My mother then comments on how cute we look together- or something like that- to which I roll my eyes. I believe that I seem anything far from cute, and I certainly think that as a couple, that we are far from cute together. We'd only just exchanged greetings and I was pretty certain that my mother was imaging what our children would look like- and the way Mrs Hunnisett was eyeing me up; I was pretty sure she was invisioning the wedding dress as the men spoke. All of a sudden they'd left, leaving me, my future husband and his sister- alone in the hall. There must of been something I missed at the start of our fathers conversations. Maybe I was supposed to show my fiancee around; Yes, that must be it . I smiled a little and stepped off the bottom few steps and walks to the man.

"Come with me, I'll show you around"

I smiled at Dr. Hunnisett Jr before smiling at his little sister who- in return- just stared at me. The drugs must've been working because I would have punched her in the face by now. Still smiling quite happily to fool my future husband into thinking I was a good little girl, I turned and walked down the hall way. My shoes clicked against the marble floor and I couldn't help but notice how loud it was. Usually, it was not this loud but I guess without the voices with all their chatter- walking was quite loud. I still missed them- their company. But I guess, now that I had a future husband, lonliness wouldn't be a problem. Still, the Schizophrenia would never go away. Which could be a problem- especially if Hunnisett Jr. didn't know about it until after the wedding. Which was very likely since- well my parents were horrible manipulative people and could never miss out on the first oppitunity to get rid of me.

The first room I walk into is the library. The walls are emmensley tall, around 10m high and are surrounded with books of all sorts. A movable ladder sat leaning agaisnt one of the many oak bookshelves. 1000's of old worn leather spines read thousands of classic names and even more rareities.Two arm chairs sat by the already lit fireplace- which filled the room with an orange hue. Smiling I walked over to the small wooden table that sat right by the armchair and picked up one of the books that sat there. Velvitine Rabbit I smiled. I looked up at my fiancee- tucking my hair behind my ear.

"This is the library..its my favourtie room..." I said quietly looking up at him, i looked at his siter notcing she looked paler "Is your sister Oka-"

but before I could finish my sentance- I realized something. His sister wasn't getting paler- he didn't have a sister at all. Well he may have done, but she was dead now. That was the problem with the pills- they didn't always work 100%. Sometimes I'd still hear the voices but see no dead or, like today, I'd lose the voices and I'd see the dead. And the dead always effected me more than the voices. I hated to see the dead. It scared me, it made me feel weak. I had to control myself but without the voices- tears had already begun to roll down my cheeks while his sisters ghost kept staring at me, her eyes booring into my skull. I put my hands to my head and covered my ears pulling at the long blonde locks that fell across them. She kept staring so I scrunched my eyes up as tight as I could. I wanted her gone- I wanted him gone. I wanted to be alone. I didn't want the dead person to be standing there staring at me. The next thing I know is that I let out a quiet sob and my knees hit the floor and I just sit there clutching my head; wanting the spirit to go.

Never gonna own whats mine when you're always taking sides but you won't take away my prides- No not this time.

[jakomocha]

When my mother commented about how cute we looked together, Astrid rolled her eyes. Good, I guess she is totally against the arranged marriage to. Out of the blue, Father and Mother with Mrs. Shaw and Mr. Shaw just exited the room. She steps off the bottom steps and says to me "Come with me, I'll show you around" and then smiles at me. I smile back. Then she looks at something else and smiled at it. I try to see what she was smiling at, but confused as I am, I pretend like I don't notice it. Maybe she does have schizophrenia. Maybe she is smiling at something that isn't there. I hope not!

She smiles continuously as she leads me through the hallway. She enters a big, immensely tall room with hundreds of books in it. I notice the oak bookshelf's, which look so inviting, like they are pleading for me to read their books. I see hundreds of books, mainly classics. I love reading, it's probably my second to favorite thing, just behind drawing. Near the end of the room is a lit fireplace with two armchairs and a wooden table. She smiles as she picks up one of the books, Velveteen Rabbit, and sits down in the armchair. She looks up at me and tucks her shining gold hair behind her ear. "This is the library..its my favorite room..." She says quietly. Her voice is beautiful, she would make a good singer. Then she turns to something and says "Is your sister Oka-"I stare in confusion, and then everything hits me. She definitely has schizophrenia! But how she could see my sister considering she died at birth befuddles me? I mean, my sister is my conscience, but it's not like Astrid can read my mind. After that, anger boils up in me. My parents married me off to a schizophrenic. They really hate me. But it's not Astrid's fault. I flash back to reality, seeing tears rolling down her cheeks. Next thing I know, she is crutching onto her head, sobbing, on the floor. This is really sad. I guess schizophrenia really changes her emotions. I try to think of what I could say to comfort her, and so I carefully pat her on the back and get the book she seemed to like, Velveteen Rabbit and open to a page and start reading it to her in a what is hopefully a soothing voice. Every once in a while I will say, "It's all okay.. it's all okay. Everything will be better." Even though I myself don't feel so sure of that.

[ali]

How can I decide whats right when you're clouding up my mind, I'm can't win your losing fight all the time.

Fantastic I though to myself. Here I was, on the floor crying like a baby about someone who was dead- in front of the man I was being forced to marry. He probably thought me a freak- like everyone else had through out my life. I met new people and I lost my sanity within 20 minutes of meeting them- I belive it had barely been 5 this time round so it was a new record. I daren't look at him- I could tell he was angry about it. I could tell he hated me already, I could tell that it wasn't going to be a good day. It was nature that people hated me for what I was. It had been that day since I had walked into the playground and said hello to the other children in the sandbox- of whom didn't want to share their toys with poor crazy Astrid. It was hurtful- being kept at distance to others because I was viewed as an animal behind bars.

To my surprise I heard Hunnisett Jr. come over to me before I felt him pat my back. Slowly I opened my eyes to see him reading Velvitine Rabbit to me. I didn't move and I just listened to his soothing voice. This, this moment hurt me more than anything I've mentioned before. I had never had this type of contact with anyone really before. No, I had never had this type of contact with anyone before. It was very comfurting- when he patted my back and read the book to me. He turned the page and there was the little rabbit- the pretty little rabbit. It nearly made me smile but I was still sad. Despite his actions- I felt bad for him. I felt so guilty that he had to marry me. That he was stuck with me forever now. And there was no getting out of it. I sighed as he contuned the story- and I diverted my eyes to the ground.

"It's all okay.. it's all okay. Everything will be better" He spoke slolwly and comfortingly.
I shook my head in response and said in a broken voice"Not- it is not. You are stuck with a freak...someone who sees the dead and hears the voices...you probably hate me...you should not be condemed to someone like me......I am sorry..."

I wanted to push him away- tell him he was not wanted but that was terribly rude. And I liked the closeness. It felt nice. I had no romantic feelings for him- I just liked being touched by another person. Though I knew it wouldn't last very long. He probably did hate me and he would leave the house and I'd be sent to my room for the rest of my life. Forever alone.

Never gonna own whats mine when you're always taking sides but you won't take away my prides- No not this time.

[jakomocha]

While I was reading, she nearly smiled, but didn't stop crying. I of course ruined it all when I tried to comfort her. She shakes her head at me, and then says in a crackled, depressed, voice, "Not- it is not. You are stuck with a freak...someone who sees the dead and hears the voices...you probably hate me...you should not be condemed to someone like me......I am sorry..." Great. Just great. I made this all worse. I should of just kept reading and not tried to comfort her. I feel so sorry for Astrid, it's not her fault or anything. And I definitely don't hate her. No, I don't love her or feel any romantic feelings for her, like my parents probably hope so I won't freak on them about this arranged marriage thing, but I definitely don't hate her. I feel sorry for her for sure, but I don't despise her or anything like that. I finish reading the page of Velveteen Rabbit, this page which is one of my favorites in the book, just to calm her down, and then respond. I say, hopefully soothingly,"Hey, no need to be so hard on yourself. I definitely don't hate you, and I don't think you are a freak. I know it's really hard for you, being schizophrenic and all, but since I am training to become a doctor, I can help you with those sort of things. Take away all the dead people you see." I take a pause, and then sadly add in, "Like my s-sister."


I don't know why I said what I said before. I don't know for sure if I could take away her sightings for dead people. She's already taking schizophrenic medication, and if she still sees dead people, there is not much more I can do about it. Hopefully she doesn't realize that though, since she will probably trust me considering I am training to be a doctor. But since I just told her I would, I will at least try to stop her from seeing dead people, at least temporarily. Quickly, I wondered if drawing something would help. I grab out my notebook and pencil, and start drawing the velveteen rabbit as I await her response, if any will come. I also think how sad it is that she has schizophrenia at such a young age considering it normally kicks in someone's 20s.
OOC: sorry it is soooo short, I am(was at the time of writing this) really busy

[ali]

How can I decide whats right when you're clouding up my mind, I'm can't win your losing fight all the time.

"Hey, no need to be so hard on yourself. I definitely don't hate you, and I don't think you are a freak. I know it's really hard for you, being schizophrenic and all, but since I am training to become a doctor, I can help you with those sort of things. Take away all the dead people you see."

I stared at him. The words that he had just spoke seemed un real- not true; but they were. I think. Never in my life had anyone been so kind to me, not being called a freak was a first. And the fact that he was trying to understand me- well that nearly broke my heart in two. No one had ever tried to understand me- in fear that it would make them insane as well. He was offering me help. Help. Something my parents failed to do on a daily basis. What society failed to do on a daily basis; except for this man. He, was offering to get rid of the dead people. The dead people who had haunted my life since I was a little girl. The dead people who I watched pass the living everyday. The dead people I wished would stop following me everywhere, stop appearing in random rooms, stop appearing in the corner of my mirror. The dead people I wished were gone. I thought he was finished and I was about to compliment on how nice he was but before I could he continued his sentance.

"Like my s-sister."

I guessed now that maybe his sister was sort of a taboo subject with him; like certain things were with me. I could tell he obviousl either had a strong relationship with his sister or, like me- his parents were total idiots and didn't care about him at all. This was probably true. I had never been a sister- my parnets saw it too dangerous giving birth to another Shaw. They too could have ended up like me. A weirdo Schizo. That or I could have killed the infant since I was a crazy phsyco maniac- according to my mother and several staff members. So- obviously I didn't know how it felt to lose a love one. I knew how it felt to kill someone very satisfying sometimes let me tell you but that was different. I don't think I would mourn the death of my parents if they died. Not even if my future father in law killed them both to get to our money. It was something that I don't think would bother me too much.

I looked at Dr. Hunnisett jr. as he pulled out a sheet of paper and began to draw Velvetine rabbit. My brow furrowed as he glided the pen over thes sheet creating the image line by line. It was facinating to watch. I myself had never been a very good drawer- however sometimes the voices inspired me to draw things ,that my parents and all of our servants found rather disterbing, on the walls of my bedroom. In the past eight months I think my room had been repainted altleast 16 times. Redicoulus I know but it wasn't my fault. It was the voices. Slowly the man finished his drawing of the Rabbit. My sadness had gone mainly so I found that I could smile at the image.

Slowly I opened my mouth and spoke in a slow soft tone"Thank you...no one ever has been that nice to me. People always call me a freak for whats wrong with me..and no one has really tried to help- well no one has offered to help me before. Only helped because thats what my parents told them to do.....your sister...yes...like her...Im sorry if I upset you when I mentioned her- I didn't mean too honest. I just thought she was your sister alive and well until I saw her in the light....." I paused for a moment "You are a very good drawer..."

Slowly and quite awkwardly I gave him a friendly hug before pulling back quickly smiling slightly. I thought for a moment before remembering something

"oh..I don't know your first name yet...I apologize about that

Never gonna own whats mine when you're always taking sides but you won't take away my prides- No not this time.

[jakomocha]

Astrid stares at me and watches me draw the Velveteen Rabbit. She isn't sobbing anymore. I guess that means what I said made her happier. I carefully draw its ears, and add the finishing touches to the head as I put in the whiskers. I slowly add in the rabbits stomach and body, slowly looking at Astrid every few moments who is watching me drawing the rabbit and barely taking her eyes of the drawing. Finally, I finish the drawing.

Astrids face slowly moves up into a smile. She doesn't seem too sad anymore. I slightly grin also. I really do plan on helping her, if I can. Including, if I am going to get married to her it is best she isn't crying all the time. I look at her face for a while, wondering what she will say next. Slowly she begins to say "Thank you...no one ever has been that nice to me. People always call me a freak for whats wrong with me..and no one has really tried to help- well no one has offered to help me before. Only helped because thats what my parents told them to do.....your sister...yes...like her...Im sorry if I upset you when I mentioned her- I didn't mean too honest. I just thought she was your sister alive and well until I saw her in the light..... She pauses, and then changes the subject and says"You are a very good drawer..."

I smile. Not only did she become happier... but she complemented my drawing skills. No one has ever done that for me before, mainly because it is a secret hobby. Although she needn't feel bad about mentioning my sister, as I didn't really know her considering she died at birth. It more affected me because she is my conscience and I love my conscience even though it is just my imagination. I am about to say something when she gives me a friendly hug. It's a little awkward, but it's not a romantic hug or anything like that. As she pulls back from the hug she smiles at me, and then says""oh..I don't know your first name yet...I apologize about that."

Well I guess it is best she knows her fiances name. I think about why I didn't tell her it in the first place, and realize I was a little too shy. I wish I could get over my shyness considering I am very social and not shy around people I know well. I say, "Sorry, I should've told you when I walked in. My name is Aiden..." I pause and then quickly add in "Hunnisett. Aiden Hunnisett." I look into her eyes and say"So, do you want to move on with the tour or stay in this room a little while longer?"

[ali]

How can I decide whats right when you're clouding up my mind, I'm can't win your losing fight all the time.
"Sorry, I should've told you when I walked in. My name is Aiden... Hunnisett. Aiden Hunnisett." Aiden says quickly.

I smile slightly more, looking at Aiden. He is really rather sweet- a nice boy but as I have said and I am sure as the voices would say I have no romantic attraction to him what so ever. However, I wouldn't mind living with him. Not that I had any choice- not now. I still felt guilty about him being stuck with me. He could have any other woman in the world- but his horrid parents had to stick them with the worse person imaginable. They expected us to love each other and to be honest- I could never see that happening. Never. Not in a billion years. I would have to go along with my parents plans, or be risked being sent to District 9 to where my cousin Phoneix lived with her outcasted parents. Actually come to think of it- I wouldn't mind being away from my parents for like- ever. I glance down for a second then look up at Aiden smiling.

"So, do you want to move on with the tour or stay in this room a little while longer?"

I suddenly realized that we must have been sitting in this room for a good half hour or so- something that must be boring for Aiden if it were killing my brain. I smiled and stood beckoning with my hand. I turned and ran from the room, letting out a free cackle of laughter. Sometimes, being without the voices was a good thing but sadly I still missed them. I sprinted down the hall glancing back everynow and then to make sure he was coming. I quickly climbed the corridor and went into my room. I panted exhausted from the run. My feet were beginning to ache- so I promptly removed the shoes I were wearing. The room still smelt of paint- meaning an artistic episode had only recently happened. Maybe a few days ago perhaps. Aiden, Aiden, Aiden

I gasped hearing the voice. The pills must be wearing off. I quickly thought as I despratly looked around for the pills. Where are they? I thought .Where are they Astrid, Where are the pills? Aiden Aiden Aiden!!!
The voices were growing louder and I couldn't find my damn pills. The frustration grew and grew until I found my self throwing a glass at the oppisote wall. I put my hand to my mouth- rushing over to clear up the glass. The voices were so numbing- that I didn't notice the cuts the large shards of glass caused when I picked them up and put them in the bin. Pausing, I looked down at my hads to see them covered in blood and nasty scratches."Oh"

Never gonna own whats mine when you're always taking sides but you won't take away my prides- No not this time.

[jakomocha]

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She turns up to look at me smiling as she stands up and motions me to get up with her hands. Out of the blue she runs out of the room, bursting in laughter. I sit confused for a second, wondering what she is doing. Is she having some happy mental breakdown? I stand up and try to keep up to her, passing by a few rooms. A bathroom, a living room, a guest room, another bathroom, a kitchen. God, they have so many rooms. I mean, my parents could afford around the same amount of rooms as them (maybe a little less), but they wouldn't get these many rooms anyways. We pass by a ginger haired servant who Astrid pays no attention to. Astrid turns around every few seconds to make sure I was near her.

It is quite embarrassing, so far behind from her, so I try pick up my pace to catch up to her. As I try to catch up to her I almost trip over, so I return to my normal pace. All the sudden she enters a room, probably her own one. I run into the room a few seconds after her. I gaze across the room. It smells of paint, and the wall to my right seems to have something painted on it. I take notice of the wall as it catches my attention.

The wall horrifies me. It is a gruesome drawing. It's fading away since it appears to be in the process of being washed off. When I turn away from the wall, I see Astrid turning around in frantic directions, looking for something. I am about to offer her help finding whatever she needs when she grabs an empty flower vase and... throws it against the wall. It shatters, making a horrifying sound that sounds too much like a screaming baby.

Astrid covers her mouth in disbelief of what she just did and grabs a bin and starts sweeping glass shards into a bin. I stand there, dumbfounded, confused, and shocked. I feel a little guilt after about not offering to help her clean the shards.

I stand there, still surprised, when my stomach suddenly starts to feel sick. Not literally sick, but more emotionally sick. I cannot believe this is who I am going to end up with. This is who I am going to be married with, have children with, live with until I die. But I don't feel mad at her. This isn't her fault. She probably hates this arranged marriage thing as much as I do. Also, she isn't all that bad when she isn't frustrated or scared. She is actually quite nice. And that gives me a new goal: to try find a way to get rid of, or at least improve, her schizophrenia. I mean, I already wanted to do that originally when I spoke with her earlier, but seeing how calm and kind she can be makes me want to complete that goal more.

I start walking towards her as I feel as if I should help her clean up the remaining shards, but when I get to her she is already done. She pauses, and looks at her hands. I take notice to them to, and what I see is not pretty. They have blood on them and scratches. She turns up and says "Oh" I look at her hands for a second, forgetting about what just happened, and then snap back to reality. I need to get a towel to wipe the blood of her hands with. Fast. I run to the bathroom, grab and towel, and run back, almost tripping countless times but never pausing. The bathroom was only about ten seconds away, but I still went faster then that. I run back to the room and immediately rub the blood off Astrids hands. I also now realize what she was looking for: her meds. They must be wearing off. I look at Astrid and say in a rushed, serious, voice "W-where are your meds? Do you think that servant of yours I saw earlier would know where they are?"

OOC: Sorry for such the looooooooong wait, I was really busy.

[ali]

Adien sudden runs from the room all of a sudden but I don't break eye contact with my bloody hands. I feel no pain but the smell of the blood is nuesiating and makes me feel sick. The voices are laughing evily inside my head and it makes me want to scream but I don't want those brutish servants to come and hold me down. I restrain the cry of terror in my chest long enough for Aiden to return with a towel. He carefully took my hands and wiped them of the red liqud; revelaing the sharp gashes in the palm of my hands. I look up at Aiden who has a very serious gaze and is examining my injuries.

"W-where are your meds? Do you think that servant of yours I saw earlier would know where they are?"

I nod slowly. I feel terribly sorry for Aiden- he shouldn't have to suffer my insantiy as I did. My insanity was killer, and I couldn't bare to see someone else to die because of me. I let out an exaspperated sigh, closing my eyes thinking of that day I killed a Doctor. His neck had snapped at my own two bare hands. As I saw the dead doctor, the image slowly changed into Aidens face. I flinched blinking away the memory. I look at Aiden again, looking at him intently.

"I'm sorry....." Is all I can say.

I wanted to say much more, so much more but I reckon I need those pills soon because the voices would return and make me do something I didn't want to. Lunch would be soon and if my parents knew the drugs were wearing off, then they wouldn't be very happy and they'd keep me locked up in here for another week. I hated being locked away like an animal but sometimes I thought it was neccesary in order to keep myself safe as well as those around me. I looked up at Aiden once more before quietly saying-

"Hurry...I don't want the voices to come back and hurt you........"

(Sorry its so short, I had nothing really to respond to and I had little muse)