Can You Hear Me Scream
Title: Can You Hear Me Scream
Author: knoxvilleblue.
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R
Summary: No one believes you when you're crazy.
Disclaimer: Cussing, Sex, Violence
Warnings: Might offend soon
Authors Notes: My beta..creative_exile. Could totally beat up your beta.
I would never tell anyone why I was sent to this place, even if I knew the answer.
I would never explain to a soul, the events that led to me being stuck with a needle to lay me down.
Or how I just woke up in a white room, naked. No, I'd never share these facts with anyone, even if I knew the answer.
Even though I am stuck here now. Alone at the moment. Cold, naked, and confused.
I'm happy.
Happy to be away from the hell I once called home. Happy to be away from the yelling, and the flying punches that seemed to always be aimed at me.
Sure, I don’t know why I was here, or for how long I'd be here. Hell, I wasn't even sure where here was. But for the moment I was safe.
Alone.
I dozed off many times, the drug in my system obviously still in effect. But when I opened my eyes again, no longer was I alone or naked. I now had on long white sweat pants, and a sweat shirt to match. I took a quick glance at the man who had obviously dressed me and was now standing watch over me, pleased to that I was awake.
"Mister Valo? You're awake! Wonderful. Would you like a tour of your new home?"
I was still examining my new clothes and feeling extremely violated, but I nodded my head in a 'yes' response.
The man smiled politely. “Wonderful," he said again. This was going to be annoying.
He stayed ahead of me as he opened the door to the small white room I had been staying in for who knew how long. He then began to lead me down a long hall. . .white walls, many doors. The only windows were the ones in those doors; the people living captive in those rooms had no privacy whatsoever. I was still rather confused as to where I was, but I decided against asking.
We continued our long trip down the hall. There were noises-not just any noises, but screaming. It seemed to be in every room. I shivered a little as I wrapped my arms around my small frame. Where the hell was I?
Finally the hall came to an end, and we entered through two large doors into. . . .wouldn't you know it? Another white room.
The good thing about this room, however, was that it had windows, to the outside! I noticed that first, but then my eyes drifted over the other people in the room. Each one was quiet and kept to themselves. More noticeable was a boy sitting alone on a small couch in the corner of a room; he had a book in his hands and he seemed to be reading. But the book was upside down.
"Ah! Perfect! Mister Valo, meet your new roommate!" the strange man said as he dragged me over to the boy with the book.
The boy had on the same outfit I did. His hair was messy and his frame was bigger than mine, but not by much. His eyes looked up at me and I gasped a little; they were beautiful, the brightest shade of blue. Then he took my breath away again, only this time with his smile.
I smiled back, in a polite sort way, but then he frowned and went back to his book.
"You two try and get along," were the man's final words to me as he nudged me forward and left the room.
As I stared at the boy before me-my apparent roommate-I couldn't help but feel a bit scared. Not of him personally, just of the situation.
"Um, hello.”
I spoke, though it didn't sound like me. It sounded hoarse and scared, not like I wanted to sound. I wanted to sound strong and brave, like I knew where I was and wasn't worried a bit about it. I wanted my voice to come out as a lie, not as the vulnerable truth it did.
"You talk funny," he said as his eyes left the book and returned to me once again.
"Uh, yeah, I'm not from around here," I said quietly as I took a seat next to the boy. I was A bit surprised when he jumped up and moved over quickly.
"Don't fucking touch me," he said, staring at his book.
"Sorry," I mumbled, playing with a lose string on my pants.
I kept glancing over at his book. I could see his eyes look at me out of the corner every now and then. "You know it's upside down, right?" I finally asked, annoyed with the fact.
"Who the hell are you anyway?"
He was avoiding my comment. I couldn't blame him.
"My name is Ville. Who are you?"
I sounded a bit braver, thanks to my irritated mind.
"Bam. What are you in for?"
He kept his sentences short and quick. I liked that.
"Bam? What kind of a name is that? And in for? What do you mean?" I asked, turning to face him a bit.
Bam opened his mouth to speak but before any words could come out a horrid scream filled the room.
I jumped, almost landing on Bam, who was sitting perfectly still, as if he was used to the sight of another boy thrashing around, throwing books and chairs, yelling to make it stop.
I sat there shaking. “Where the hell am I?" I asked-a little louder than I wanted-as I watched the men come in and carry the boy away.
I felt Bam's hands on my shoulders, and this time it was me who pulled away scared. His eyes now looked sympathetic towards me as he shook his head.
"You really don't know where you are?" he asked, watching me shake like I'd just witnessed a murder. I shook my head no at him, for fear that words would cause me to cry. "Man, you're at the West Chester Institution."
"Institution? Like. . .nut house?" I asked, flying off the couch as I backed to the nearest wall.
Everything became so clear now. How I’d gone without figuring it out I didn't know, but now that I knew I was horrified, confused and a bit pissed.
"Wow, man, calm down! You don't want to be next!" Bam's voice was a whisper as he followed me to the wall.
"Next? For fucking what? Why the hell am I here?" I yelled again, Bam's eyes were now pleading for me to calm down as we heard the men-whom I had now disclosed as security and nurses-come back down the hall to the room.
They ran through the door, eyes falling directly on me. I shook even harder. "I don't belong here. Why am I here?" I yelled, and as they came closer I backed away. Bam was now hiding in a corner of his own. I was on my own now. Me against these people, who obviously thought I was crazy.
"Calm down, kid. It's alright," one of the men said, and as I looked to my left I saw a nurse tap a needle. Not again..
I made a bolt to the nearest door, but of course I never made it.
I thrashed about, screamed and cried, but soon was calmed by the cold needle that entered my arm.
Before I knew it, I was out.
Author: knoxvilleblue.
Pairing: Vam
Rating: R
Summary: No one believes you when you're crazy.
Disclaimer: Cussing, Sex, Violence
Warnings: Might offend soon
Authors Notes: My beta..creative_exile. Could totally beat up your beta.
I would never tell anyone why I was sent to this place, even if I knew the answer.
I would never explain to a soul, the events that led to me being stuck with a needle to lay me down.
Or how I just woke up in a white room, naked. No, I'd never share these facts with anyone, even if I knew the answer.
Even though I am stuck here now. Alone at the moment. Cold, naked, and confused.
I'm happy.
Happy to be away from the hell I once called home. Happy to be away from the yelling, and the flying punches that seemed to always be aimed at me.
Sure, I don’t know why I was here, or for how long I'd be here. Hell, I wasn't even sure where here was. But for the moment I was safe.
Alone.
I dozed off many times, the drug in my system obviously still in effect. But when I opened my eyes again, no longer was I alone or naked. I now had on long white sweat pants, and a sweat shirt to match. I took a quick glance at the man who had obviously dressed me and was now standing watch over me, pleased to that I was awake.
"Mister Valo? You're awake! Wonderful. Would you like a tour of your new home?"
I was still examining my new clothes and feeling extremely violated, but I nodded my head in a 'yes' response.
The man smiled politely. “Wonderful," he said again. This was going to be annoying.
He stayed ahead of me as he opened the door to the small white room I had been staying in for who knew how long. He then began to lead me down a long hall. . .white walls, many doors. The only windows were the ones in those doors; the people living captive in those rooms had no privacy whatsoever. I was still rather confused as to where I was, but I decided against asking.
We continued our long trip down the hall. There were noises-not just any noises, but screaming. It seemed to be in every room. I shivered a little as I wrapped my arms around my small frame. Where the hell was I?
Finally the hall came to an end, and we entered through two large doors into. . . .wouldn't you know it? Another white room.
The good thing about this room, however, was that it had windows, to the outside! I noticed that first, but then my eyes drifted over the other people in the room. Each one was quiet and kept to themselves. More noticeable was a boy sitting alone on a small couch in the corner of a room; he had a book in his hands and he seemed to be reading. But the book was upside down.
"Ah! Perfect! Mister Valo, meet your new roommate!" the strange man said as he dragged me over to the boy with the book.
The boy had on the same outfit I did. His hair was messy and his frame was bigger than mine, but not by much. His eyes looked up at me and I gasped a little; they were beautiful, the brightest shade of blue. Then he took my breath away again, only this time with his smile.
I smiled back, in a polite sort way, but then he frowned and went back to his book.
"You two try and get along," were the man's final words to me as he nudged me forward and left the room.
As I stared at the boy before me-my apparent roommate-I couldn't help but feel a bit scared. Not of him personally, just of the situation.
"Um, hello.”
I spoke, though it didn't sound like me. It sounded hoarse and scared, not like I wanted to sound. I wanted to sound strong and brave, like I knew where I was and wasn't worried a bit about it. I wanted my voice to come out as a lie, not as the vulnerable truth it did.
"You talk funny," he said as his eyes left the book and returned to me once again.
"Uh, yeah, I'm not from around here," I said quietly as I took a seat next to the boy. I was A bit surprised when he jumped up and moved over quickly.
"Don't fucking touch me," he said, staring at his book.
"Sorry," I mumbled, playing with a lose string on my pants.
I kept glancing over at his book. I could see his eyes look at me out of the corner every now and then. "You know it's upside down, right?" I finally asked, annoyed with the fact.
"Who the hell are you anyway?"
He was avoiding my comment. I couldn't blame him.
"My name is Ville. Who are you?"
I sounded a bit braver, thanks to my irritated mind.
"Bam. What are you in for?"
He kept his sentences short and quick. I liked that.
"Bam? What kind of a name is that? And in for? What do you mean?" I asked, turning to face him a bit.
Bam opened his mouth to speak but before any words could come out a horrid scream filled the room.
I jumped, almost landing on Bam, who was sitting perfectly still, as if he was used to the sight of another boy thrashing around, throwing books and chairs, yelling to make it stop.
I sat there shaking. “Where the hell am I?" I asked-a little louder than I wanted-as I watched the men come in and carry the boy away.
I felt Bam's hands on my shoulders, and this time it was me who pulled away scared. His eyes now looked sympathetic towards me as he shook his head.
"You really don't know where you are?" he asked, watching me shake like I'd just witnessed a murder. I shook my head no at him, for fear that words would cause me to cry. "Man, you're at the West Chester Institution."
"Institution? Like. . .nut house?" I asked, flying off the couch as I backed to the nearest wall.
Everything became so clear now. How I’d gone without figuring it out I didn't know, but now that I knew I was horrified, confused and a bit pissed.
"Wow, man, calm down! You don't want to be next!" Bam's voice was a whisper as he followed me to the wall.
"Next? For fucking what? Why the hell am I here?" I yelled again, Bam's eyes were now pleading for me to calm down as we heard the men-whom I had now disclosed as security and nurses-come back down the hall to the room.
They ran through the door, eyes falling directly on me. I shook even harder. "I don't belong here. Why am I here?" I yelled, and as they came closer I backed away. Bam was now hiding in a corner of his own. I was on my own now. Me against these people, who obviously thought I was crazy.
"Calm down, kid. It's alright," one of the men said, and as I looked to my left I saw a nurse tap a needle. Not again..
I made a bolt to the nearest door, but of course I never made it.
I thrashed about, screamed and cried, but soon was calmed by the cold needle that entered my arm.
Before I knew it, I was out.