INTAKE 1/5
Title: Asylum -INTAKE
Author: xme_chanx
Chapter: 1 /5
Pairings: TBA
Band: Alice Nine
Rating: R- violence, sensitive issues
Synopsis: How we came to be here, cut off from society because we can't manage in it.
Prologue to "Asylum"
Disclaimer: I only own the story and the characterizations.
NOTE: only posted here at xme_chanx
1: Frozen [Saga]
Someone was talking to me, but I didn't hear them. I couldn't hear anything, or see anything through the blind panic. My breathing hitched again, there was no oxygen in this fucking room.
I turned my head, trying to see if there was anyone there who could help. My breaths continued to speed up, and I fell to the floor. I didn't even know I was sobbing until I felt the tears rolling down my face. Oh god.
The sounds from the store came crashing down on me all at once. There was yelling, panic, fear. I was afraid.
“What's going on?!”
“ Are you okay? Sakamoto, snap out of it!”
“-should call an ambulance?”
I looked up at my boss, who was regarding me with caution and pity. I sobbed violently and helplessly as someone halfway picked me up and started to drag me to the employees' area. They tried to get me to breathe into a bag, but I couldn't hold it, I was shaking too badly. I tried to tell someone where my xanax was, but couldn't seem to form words or stop the high-pitched shrieks I was emanating long enough to get anything coherent across. I began to feel light-headed, but it was too late. I couldn't slow my breathing. I passed out cold.
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I woke up in the local psyche ward. “Observation,” they said. I curled up tightly in my crappy, uncomfortable bed, willing them all to go away, especially my parents. I had been sleeping, good sleep, the kind I haven't been able to get in a while. I fidgeted with the hospital bracelet, ignoring the conversation until I heard “hospitalized and monitored”. I flinched and looked at my mother's face. Surely she wouldn't do that to me? She avoided my eyes and nodded her assent.
I gasped and started to feel heat flooding my face. My pulse quickened, my breathing became erratic, and my mother simply looked away. The doctor was talking to me, telling me to focus on controlling my breaths, some other bullshit. All I could do was wheeze and shudder before freezing into a paralyzed inaction.
I was to be taken to the psychiatric center as quickly as possible.
All my years of tranquilizers and therapy, but I still couldn't function in the fucking 'normal' world. My head was spinning. Someone was still talking to me.
“A wonderful facility, it's an open program, so it isn't like you are being forced into anything,” the idiot then smiled at me.
Fuck.
I was officially mentally unsound.
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A/N:
the first set is a 5-part called “Intake”. They are each written differently, so please bear with me. After that, it's Asylum, and that'll be written in 3rd person. Whoop. :)
More Automated Lover soon, I promise. Enjoy this for now. Please comment, they make me happy when it's freezing cold outside, like now. :D