forum ~Hospital to Forget~ {what happens when you start to remember?} (CLOSED for now)

Started April 24, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Alright let’s start! Give me a minute to put up a starter!)

(You guys can make up random side characters as doctors and nurses controllable by everyone, no need to put up a template they’re just there to move the story along)

The early morning sunlight slanted through the window of a pleasant hospital room, causing Rafael to tilt his body away from the brightness, squinting his eyes and resuming his painting. He drew the brush gently across the canvas, using smooth, controlled strokes, his hands and hospital clothes already splattered with paint. It didn’t help that they were cream and easy to sully, but at least they were simple, a plain cream t-shirt with the Hospital’s logo tucked into cream pants cinched at the ankles. Oh well. he thought to himself, brow furrowed in concentration Ashe lightly applied shading to a rose. His shoes lay in the floor, discarded, and he held a painting pallet in one hand.

Tessa sat cross-legged on her bed, reading a book. The sound of piano music drifted through the empty house, only adding to how creepy the abandoned mansion already was. But there was something comforting about it. Such as how it seemed to say, "Remember…never forget." Tessa snorted. The irony was pretty strong there. She was at a mental hospital because she forgot.

(I’ve tried to post this multiple times, but this site is acting up bad for me…)

Vaughn jerked up from his drug induced sleep, a wild look in his slate eyes. He remembered the night before, the doctors giving him his “medicine” to help with his Agoraphobia. It never worked, he just felt worse. He got up from his bed, walking with a slight sway in his step as he looked out the window. Too bright. He wished he could close it.

Gisella smiled as the warm sensations of memories washed over her. She was reading her favorite childhood book and couldn't help but remember the times her mother had read it to her and her sister. What she couldn't seem to remember was what her sister looked like. What was her name? Gisella went on with the book as her frustration grew.

(Np)

Rafael sighed, setting the half-finished painting down so that the second layer could dry before he added another and stacking his paints up next to his nightstand. He surveyed the room boredly. There was a small, simple bed with cream sheets and a monitor on top, a mini nightstand, a two-shelf bookshelf, and a circular brown rug in the floor, overall pleasant but cramped. His honey eyes darkened when they traveled over the nearly framed pictures hanging in the walls, pictures of the people who were apparently his family, but he had no idea who they were. Frustration welling up in him, he clenched his fists, willing himself to remember as he studied every feature in their faces. It didn’t work.

James was sitting in his room reading a book.The memory flashed through his mind again and he fought it off. James wasn't sure why those were the only things he really remembered.

Eventually, Gisella tired of the book and stood up to walk around a bit. There were so many windows and Gisella loved the beautiful plants that surrounded the hospital. She wished she could go out and touch them.

Vaughn paced back and forth, walking to his room like he did every morning, and turning the knob. Locked. It was always locked. He exhaled heavily, running his fingers through his hair. Of course, he couldn’t blame them. The last time the door was unlocked, he had gotten “hostile”, and broke the nose of a male nurse in his state of slight panic. Of course, that became his reputation. The violent man at the end of the hall.

He knew their names, they’d told him before he was sent with. He’d memorized every inch of their faces by looking st their pictures. But he remembered nothing. The younger boy, fifteen, in the picture with the dimples and the carroty- tinted hair that was apparently unusual to their family was Matteo, his younger brother. The older man with the pale eyes was his father, Santiago. The woman…. she was his mother. His dead mother.

Vaughn walked back to his single window, squinting out. He couldn’t see much. What was the point of a window if you could barely see anything. He looked over his shoulder at his room. There was a single bed, a small desk with a wooden chair, and a stack fo books on the floor. Everything was white. He would sit at his desk and write or sketch, but he wasn’t allowed to have writing utensils. The doctors and nurse didn’t think he was “mentally” stable enough to have them. But they were just being wary. They thought he would try to stab someone.

Gisella hummed a short tune to herself as she peered out the window. A bird fluttered by and she waved. She knew it couldn't wave back but what did that matter.

Rafael gritted his teeth, turning away and pressing the small green button by his door, the bottom that would call for a nurse to come to his room. A few minutes later, a woman with dark skin and hair, Taya? Entered, smiling. “Hey, Rafael. Remember anything?” He shook his head, and her face fell momentarily. “Sorry. You know that boy next door? Can I pay him a visit, he looks lonely.” Taya hesitated. “He has…. violence issues, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Please, Taya, I’ll—I’ll even eat three times a day tomorrow, and you know I hate doing that.” She hesitated. “Fine.”

Tessa couldn't remember much about her past. All she knew was that she didn't WANT to remember. She stood up silently, putting down the book and going to the window. She took a deep breath, smelling the sweet roses that were outside her window. She picked up a notebook and a pencil.
I believe In new beginnings.
I believe In making new friends.
I believe That everyone is beautiful.
I believe In stopping to smell the roses.
I believe In random acts of kindness.
She wrote, adding to her half-full notebook. It was the only thing that kept her going through the whole thing. She hadn't really met anyone, staying closed off.

Arriving at the boy’s room, Vaughn, Rafael knocked softly after Taya inserted her key into the lock.

Vaughn sat back on the edge of the bed and picked up a newspaper that had been tossed on the floor. It was from years ago, but it was a little piece of his life that he could remember. It wasn’t a happy one, and he wished He had forgotten it too. On the front page were big letters reading “Man Murders Family!”. He read over the writing for about the thousandth time. He could recite it by heart if he was asked to. At the sound of a knock on the door though, he tensed up, settingnthe paper aside.

(How should I make my entrance?)

Erm…. does anyone have a character who needs attending to? @Ladyabby could do that)

Taya opened the door carefully, leading Rafael inside. His eyes fell on the boy, meeting his grey eyes with a smile. “Hey. I’m Rafael.”

Gisella called a nurse over. "May I go outside?" She asked for the millionth time. Gisella knew the answer but she was hopeful. "No." The nurse sounded like she was trying very hard not to yell.

Vaughn’s eyes shifted up to the man who stepped inside, then to the nurse behind him. He felt hesitant to speak. Did he want to? No. Should he? Maybe. “Vaughn..” he said in a wary tone as a way of introducing himself. His eyes shifted back to the nurse, narrowing slightly with distrust.

Taya gave Rafael a hesitant smile. “We’ll be watching through the monitors.”, she told him before slipping out the door. “You looked lonely.” Rafael smiled, coming over to sit in the edge of the bed.