forum Sanity (4/3, Stalkers are welcome if you want :3)

Started February 07, 2019 by Deleted user

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(Uh, I just entered your room via the vent, and I spoke to him. Your character might want to acknowledge that)

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had skipped a page.//

(Met is male, you can use He/him)

Met squeaked softly when he was touched and slowly returned it. “Th-thank you…”

The footsteps stop, turn around and walk away..

Melanie sits on the floor, where there's no barf, and tucks her knees in, carefully observing the person. He seemed normal, besides the fact that he was vomiting.

Jax's head shot up, wiping the vomit from his chin. He said nothing but just stared at the woman. Jax stood up, walking over to his cot to watch the women. If you looked closely, you could see that every small sound made him jump a bit and his body was poised to run at any moment.

(ok, I might do that every now and then lol ;P)
They let go of Met, and grabs another paper, crosses more things out, and hands it to him, saying "What's your name? I'm Fox."

"Hello," Melanie said calmly, tilting her head to the side. She hadn't made much contact with anyone but the doctors, who'd almost always ignore her talking.

"…" Jax observed the women, scooching backward on his cot to be further away from her. He did not like new people, she was probably there to kill him or give him more meds, he didn't appreciate either of those options.

"You know, I've never seen another person here, besides the doctors, of course. They think I see monsters, but I don't. I see things, yes, but they aren't scary. One of them helped me out of my room, and that lead me here. Do you see things? Do they say you do?" Melanie seemed unaware that he was scared.

By now, Jax had scooted to the edge of the bed, his back pressed against the wall and his eyes wide. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

“My-my name is Met. I’m patient 32.” He turned his eyes to the ground when he was let go.

Fox looks around nervously around. Not sure what to do.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I shouldn't go questioning other patients like I do with doctors. I guess I see why people don't like to talk to me. I'm friendly, I swear." Melanie smile gently, putting a hand up. "I guess I am insane…You could be a vivid hallucination, as far as I know. I'm sorry, I'll go now…" Melanie sighs and stands, fiddling with her fingers.

"You're frightening." Is all Jax would say, his hands pressed against the wall along with his back.

Fox then notices the scars around Met's neck, and looks curiously at them, trying not to bother Met.

Met brought his pale hands to his neck when he noticed Fox staring, blushing faintly.

Fox kinda gets embarrassed, and grabs another paper, does the covering thing, and gives it to Met. "What happened? If you don't mind me asking."

"I-I'm sorry. I'll stop now…" Melanie looks down, feeling bad for both herself and the boy. For all of this. She didn't ask for it, no. Her parents did.

Met took a couple moments to read it and set it down. “I-I… I just got hit a lot.” He shrugged and looked down. “I guess I deserved it, too.”

"I-I'm sorry. I'll stop now…" Melanie looks down, feeling bad for both herself and the boy. For all of this. She didn't ask for it, no. Her parents did.

"…Thank you. If you wish to speak I will listen, just please, no questions." He said, almost pleading.

Fox shakes his head, and grabs a paper, and hands it to Met, it saying "You didn't deserve it, why would you? You're a sweet person."

(*you’re)

Met swallowed and read the paper. “I’m not sure. My mum just said I was bad.” He shrugged faintly , swallowing back tears.

Fox doesn't go on with it, he grabs another paper, and hands it to Met. It says "Wanna see why I can't speak? It might be slightly… disturbing."

"Yeah, I get quite the reaction from the doctors when I ask questions. Do y-sorry, I get curious. My name's Melanie. Melanie Stray, I believe. I'm sorry for scaring you, before." Melanie tries to smile genuinely, and her right hand finds the back of her neck. "Let's see, besides the fact that I hate it here," Melanie chuckles to herself, "I don't really have anyone to talk to besides the doctors, who haven't been in my room recently. I think they gave up on trying to cure me." Melanie sighs, "Anyways, that's pretty much all about me."