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

Everyone always wants the best for their children, but what are you suppose to do when your child is going mad? It all started when the girl had turned seven, they had always feared something wasn't quite right, but this had only molded their fears. She had been seven, her parents fighting over bills, fighting over family matters. Mixie had heard it all, innocent and playful she had watched her parents fight, but it was the questions she had asked that had stirred them. Like..why was their a stranger standing behind them? Why did the air feel thick enough to cut? Why were they so angry? Perhaps her parents had thought she was just being a child seeing and saying such silly things. That these were just imaginary friends she was starting to see to make sense of her parents fighting. By the time Mixie had turned ten she saw these beings regularly, and drew them all the time. It was bad. They told her things, things people were thinking, smelling, feeling. They were mocking her, these beings that taunted her and followed her around, but Mixie wasn't really scared. When she turned thirteen the nightmares had started to over take her. Ones she hated speaking about. Running. Mixie was always running from a pack of wolfs, a cloud of darkness behind them, and when she didn't find shelter in her dreams they ate her alive. Literally tearing her guts open eating her alive, to the point Mixie would wake up shrieking. There was only so much a parent could take, and after a year of sleepless nights with Mixie's shrieking, they could take no more. It had been in the middle of the night, when Mixie was turning fourteen in a few weeks, when her parents had drugged her into sleep. They had carried her to the car, stuffing her in the back seat of the minivan with only a backpack full of clothing and one of her favorite dolls. Mixie's parents had driven all night to get to the hospital and emit her in. What was worse than waking up in a hospital? A mental hospital? Waking up to a note explaining why your parents had done it. Not only had her parents drugged her, emitted her without her knowledge or consent, but they had told her siblings she had run away, as well as told the school she had run away. Her parents, the good loving parents Mixie had grown up under they were scared of her, and they were scared of what people thought about her. It was better this way, everyone thinking Mixie had ran away...at least for her family. Everything had started here knowing she was states away, knowing no one was looking for, knowing her parents were paying for all of this. So the doctors had done everything they could injections, medicines, electrotherapy, religious therapy..nothing worked. So Mixie lied, and she took the numb feeling medicine. Mixie..ixie..pixie.. You think we are crazy? Maybe it's the doctors! Mixie hated being in this place. Everything was white on top of white, and what wasn't white, was a puke green color with a puke blue color on top of it. This whole place could make her barf, if it wasn't for the pills. Still, looking across of her at one of her roommates never helped. Cici Yikol, crazy as a bat. The girl was no more than seventeen, Mixie only being sixteen, dark skinned, fro hair, busted lip. Cici was beautiful, but crazy. Cici thought the devil had fucked her and she was having God's child, but Cici was still a virgin and not pregnant. If it's the doctors, then why does everyone else agree with them? Sara spoke next. Sara was a red head, similar to Mixie, but she often found ways to bleach her hair while in her. She was always crying, tears rolling down her eyes, and she barely ate. Her head always bent down, wrists covered with bandages. Sara wanted to die. Even being in here she tried to kill herself eight times since Mixie had joined the group, though she had only ever told Mixie why. She had been raped, and her father had made her abort the baby before being committed. Drugs had been Sara's downfall after being raped, no doubt the baby wouldn't have made it anyways, but it had still broken her more than being raped. Don't you agree Mixie? That we are the insane ones? It's what the doctor's say after all.. Sara looked at her, her freckled face dancing under the white light of the bulbs. Fresh tears rolling down her face, dripping off her chin onto the food. I don't know.. Mixie said, poking her food. She hadn't ate for the last couple of days, though she had lost some weight she wasn't skin and bones yet. As long as she ate a few spoonfuls every now and then the nurses didn't seem to care, all she had to do was down the medicine they gave her in a plastic cup. Mixie hair was uneven, the left side of her hair was cut close to the scalp, the other side was long and dangled behind her butt against the back of the chair. Lauren, one of the girls Mixie really tries to avoid, would cut Mixie's red hair in her sleep. Though Lauren only liked the left side of Mixie's head. Mixie's skin was pale, porcelain, she had a few freckles on her cheekbones, but that was about it. You should eat. Sara said looking at Mixie poking her food. You know what happened last time you didn't eat.. Cici looked up, brown eyes looking at Mixie's gold ones. Girl's right Mixie, they'll shove that tube down your throat and force feed you. Cici shoved Mixie's plate forward, but Mixie couldn't bring herself to eat. The facelss creatures were over her shoulder, shrieking in her ear that it was posion, that she'd die. I just can't!..I feel sick. Mixie got up, pushing her plate into the table as she covered her red lips. She only stood around 5'0, but she was curvy, even under the loose dress they had given her to wear. I'm going to go to bed. Mixie said, knowing fully well she'd be sent to lockup if she refused to eat again. So it had ended like this Mixie refusing to eat, the nurses noticing her walking out of the lunchroom, grabbing her, shoving an injection in her arm to calm her down, and carrying her to one of the white rooms. They put her on the white metal bed, the lights always staying on with the cameras in the corners watching her as they locked the metal down, three bolts from the outside. No blanket, just a white sheet, no bunny bear, just a white pillow and the white ceiling over head. Mixie felt numb when the injection fully hit her on the bed, unable to really move or rather she just didn't feel like it.