Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.... The voice called repeating the same two words. If she had any hope of sleeping, that was long dead. At least the five minutes of peace she had gotten would seem to do her well. The way she was deeply sedated, relaxed, also did her well to keep her calm for the fact she would not be sleeping at all tonight. Mixie tried to keep her eyes on the ceiling, ignoring the voice as it continued it's terrible chant. Tick..Tock...Tick...Tock..Tick.. Hey Ling, you still there? Mixie found the strength to move her jaw, her lips a bit numb from the added medication. At least the injection would wear off soon, though in a way she wished it would just stay a while longer. At least she could reframe from screaming like a mad woman like the other girl across the hall. It would also make this deeply easier to ignore the voice of the creature in her room chanting the same two words. Ling? Mixie had sat up, the creature stood under the camera of her room in the corner. The creatures long fingers, index, were moving like a counter clockwise, mimicking an old clock. Tick..Tock.. The creature had a shadow that made the movement of the seconds hand, and it's lips parted as it continued it's chant with every movement of the seconds hand. Please Ling..I'm fucking going crazy in here...please for the sake of everything everyone in this fucking existence thinks is holy, please say you aren't fucking passed out! Normally, Mixie could stand the taunting creatures, the nightmares that forced her awake every night, the medication. However, lately the creatures had become more in her face, and they had not left her alone once this entire week. Mixie pulled herself off the bed, crawled halfway on the floor towards the vent. She raked her fingers along the metal cage, ignoring as the creatures head jerked in her direction, continuing it's chant. Shut the fuck up Billy! Mixie had named the creature, some of the ones she saw often. She spat in it's direction, flinging her head back with a grunt as she rested against the wall. Sweat was starting to pelt her body, causing the ugly heap of a gown to cling to her form. Mixie had curves, curves she had grown into the last year being here. A large bust, small waist, subtle hips. Her pale legs stretched out in front of her, and she cracked her jaw. It's almost time.. Mixie swore that was Ling's voice speaking, her golden hues looked at the vent, grabbing the bars of the cage as she stared into the dark metal door. Ling? What are you talking about? Mixie was confused, and she swore she was either having a panic attack or going into heat. Though, it was most likely her body was ready to throw up the food she had consumed. Her stomach was turning in on itself, and Mixie was doing her best to not let everything go right now. It was the last thing on earth she wanted, to throw up everything to have the nurses come and feed her with a tube, or tie her to the bed and put an i.v. in her. Can't you feel them? They are almost hear...sweet violent mother, ravage us all! Mixie's head jerked around, her skin tensed as she jumped at the sight of the thing in front of her. Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit! Mixie pressed her back against the cold stone wall, glaring at the creature that had been in her room earlier. Drool rolled down the mouth-less creatures pointy chin. It was like the beast was hungry, and Billy was still in the corner moving his hands on the clock. Everything is going to be bloody..everything is going to die.. The creature spoke again, using Ling's sweet summery voice. Mixie glared at the creature as it danced in front of her in madness. I fucking swear I'm going to die of a heart attack..I feel like I'm over heating... Sweat was rolling down Mixie's nape in between her shoulders. She could feel the muscles tensing, then relaxing. This made her wonder if the creatures were right. Was something really coming? Was something terrible going to happen? Maybe that was why her stomach was turning, and her body felt like it was in defense mode, ready to run away from danger. That was it! Her body was frightened, preparing for danger. Ling! I fucking swear! Just please fucking talk to me! Mixie's legs pulled into her chest, her fingers ran through her hair as she whimpered. This was too much, she thought the injection and medication would help her, but she must have been asleep for longer than she realized..or staring at the ceiling for longer than she thought. M..ixie?.. Ling's voice, groogy, was soft through the vibrating metal walls of the vent. Mixie could hear shuffling, no doubt Ling was moving off the bed to come closer to the vent. What's wrong? Mixie could hear Ling's flesh hit the concrete ground, as she grunted and sat down by the vent like Mixie had. Mixie twisted around again, grabbing the cage around the vent. She hated the girl on the other side of the vent, but the two creatures in her room were driving her truly mad. Just talk to me you stupid bitch...just fucking talk to me.. Mixie was crying a bit, happy to hear an actual human's voice. These creatures, for as long as Mixie had been able to see them, to hear them..had never lied to her. It was always the worst feeling when she said something the creatures had told her, and found the human's reaction to her words..Like the one time she had heard an entire conversation her parents were having when she was at a friend's house from one of the creatures. When Mixie had confronted her parents, about the fact both of them were having affairs, her mother having a string of men in their entire marriage...Well. Just the way her mother had looked at her, frightened, ashamed, crying when Mixie had asked if it was true..had asked if her daddy wasn't her real father at all...Mixie had been nine. The facts were facts. Mixie knew that much now. She never looked like her 'daddy', and there were certain things Mixie would do or say that frightened her mother before she had asked. Not to mention, Mixie's parents had a terrible fight the night she had asked. Terrible enough to have the cops called. Perhaps this had been the beginning of their fear of her, of their want to get rid of their daughter. She had became the troubled child. What am I suppose to talk about, you hoe? Ling asked, grunting. I don't care! Just anything! Mixie was banging the back of her head into the wall lightly, Billy's chanting voice picking up. Would you like me to tell you how I fucked Nurse Heather's boyfriend? Ling was laughing slightly. Ugh! I said anything...I didn't mean repeat something you brag about every second of the day.. Mixie rubbed her eyes. Excuse me miss going bat shit crazy in the next room over. Did you want me to fucking talk or stroke myself to the cameras while you listen? Ling grunted, making fake sex noises. Oh my fucking God Ling! I said talk to me! Not make me fucking crazier! I think I'm losing it, like seriously fucking losing it! Mixie's hands tensed, she looked at her feet, her knees, anything else to avoid looking at the two creatures in the room. Um..Earth to you Mixie..You are in a mental hospital. I don't think you can lose it much more than this? I'm pretty sure we are where all the crazies are? Ling was actually laughing. Where the heck do you think they put us if we go crazier? A mad house?..oh wait..we are already here. Ling knocked against the concrete wall, the echo coming through the vent. And...now I remember why I fucking hate you. Mixie's right brow was twitching, agitated. Ling was right, they were already in a mental hospital. So if Mixie was crazy..well, she was already with all the other ones.