Post by laundrybasket on Nov 4, 2007 20:16:43 GMT -5
A bit from my NaNoWriMo project that I particularly like, and I wanted to know what you all though of it- and, in case you don't get the gist of it from the story, my novel's about a girl who has schizophrenia. I know, I know, wtf? Just remember how much I write about Ariana Dumbledore 
(By the way, the title is in no way real, I stole it from some long forgotten piece of fanfiction and thought it fit. Oh, but now I'm starting to like it
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She didn't want to be here. She didn't know why she was here in the first place. Hospitals were for sick people. Experimentally, she pressed her stomach, then her head. Nothing hurt. Why did they put her here, of all places, when she could be at home with Mama and Kat?
I bet it's because they wanted to get rid of you.
"Hush," Laurie said tonelessly. She stood up and walked into the bathroom that was adjoined to her room and grabbed her brush from the side of the sink.
They don't like you. Your Mama only wanted Kat, so they got rid of you by putting you here.
"Shut up," she said, a little more loudly this time, brushing through her tangled hair.
And they'll just put you back again, in a few days. You'll never escape here, after a while.
"That's not true," she whispered, staring directly into the mirror. Her own blue eyes looked back at her, but the voice was still talking, it's tone taking on a more gleeful feel as it got under Laurie's skin.
But it is, sweetheart, you don't know that half of it. They hate you.
"Shut up!" she screeched, flinging her hairbrush down so it clattered on the floor. She stayed rooted to the spot, as though she were afraid to move, while the voice continued, heedless of her mounting terror.
It's the God's honest truth, Laur, and you know it. But you don't believe in God, do you?
"Be quiet!" she screamed, her own voice cracking at the sheer volume. She heard the door to her room open with a jangle of keys.
"Laurie?" the nurse called worriedly. "Laurie, baby, are you all right?"
You'll be stuck with her for eternity.
Laurie screamed again. The words she was trying to get out seemed to get stuck in her throat, scratching and tearing at the flesh there. Instead, a strangled, choking sound came from her mouth, and she leaned heavily against the wall.
See that, sweet? cooed the evil, betraying voice. You can't even say how much you hate it here. They'll think you love it, so they'll keep you all locked up for the rest of your living days.
(By the way, the title is in no way real, I stole it from some long forgotten piece of fanfiction and thought it fit. Oh, but now I'm starting to like it
)--
She didn't want to be here. She didn't know why she was here in the first place. Hospitals were for sick people. Experimentally, she pressed her stomach, then her head. Nothing hurt. Why did they put her here, of all places, when she could be at home with Mama and Kat?
I bet it's because they wanted to get rid of you.
"Hush," Laurie said tonelessly. She stood up and walked into the bathroom that was adjoined to her room and grabbed her brush from the side of the sink.
They don't like you. Your Mama only wanted Kat, so they got rid of you by putting you here.
"Shut up," she said, a little more loudly this time, brushing through her tangled hair.
And they'll just put you back again, in a few days. You'll never escape here, after a while.
"That's not true," she whispered, staring directly into the mirror. Her own blue eyes looked back at her, but the voice was still talking, it's tone taking on a more gleeful feel as it got under Laurie's skin.
But it is, sweetheart, you don't know that half of it. They hate you.
"Shut up!" she screeched, flinging her hairbrush down so it clattered on the floor. She stayed rooted to the spot, as though she were afraid to move, while the voice continued, heedless of her mounting terror.
It's the God's honest truth, Laur, and you know it. But you don't believe in God, do you?
"Be quiet!" she screamed, her own voice cracking at the sheer volume. She heard the door to her room open with a jangle of keys.
"Laurie?" the nurse called worriedly. "Laurie, baby, are you all right?"
You'll be stuck with her for eternity.
Laurie screamed again. The words she was trying to get out seemed to get stuck in her throat, scratching and tearing at the flesh there. Instead, a strangled, choking sound came from her mouth, and she leaned heavily against the wall.
See that, sweet? cooed the evil, betraying voice. You can't even say how much you hate it here. They'll think you love it, so they'll keep you all locked up for the rest of your living days.
