Sad eyes. She only shows them every once in awhile, because the rest of the time she's focusing on hiding them.
I think, sometimes she might forget why she's sad anyway. That'd be worse.
I feel like some sort of philosopher now.
The only thing left for me is these people. And maybe I'm just a bit worried that when, if I lose connection to this 'world' I've discovered, will it happen all over again? Was I insane to start with?
Can I make myself better?
I don't want to be here anymore. Not only is it boring, but this place is cruel and evil and... Beautiful, but I can't stay. Sometimes I don't want to belong here.
I got to talk to her today. She seemed so happy compaired to the first time I saw her. Happy to see me? Or just another person? Maybe they gave her drugs.
"Hi! Who're you and why are you here?"
"I'm... Dove. And you're Lucianna?"
"You're not supposed to know that, but yep. "
She had this bright smile that made me wonder if she was keeping it on for reasons unknown to me. But something told me she wouldn't care less if I left. (Not like that bothers me.)
"So... Why're you here?" She was talking.
"In your room? I wanted to meet you." I smiled at her. Awkward, lopsided grin. Why was she acting so normal?
"No, in the asylum."
"Oh." I sat down across from her and tilted my head.
Yep, I don't really want to tell her that... "I don't know. What about you?"
"Same. No clue. But that doesn't really matter, cause I'll be out in a few months... Two if I'm good." She smirked. "And it's not like this is anything new to me..." She paused, shifting where she sat. "I've been to quite a few asylums... It seems like a record now, but it's not really a good thing. As you can imagine. Where're you from? My family's all the way down the road." She rolled her eyes. "They just moved here, actually... You know that city down the street? Yeah, they just had to follow me. We're actually from pretty far away, but you know..." She trailed off to stare at me, as if she was surprised I hadn't said anything yet.
"I've never been outside the asylum."
"In your life?"
I nodded yes.
"You're the boy Chance was talking about, then!"
Oh, so apparently word had gotten around. "You know Chance?"
"Yep. In a way. My mom... Well, she's not actually my mom, considering she's only five years older than me and we're not really related... She and Chance are friends. Really close friends. And Chance actually insisted on being my doctor."
"You don't say much, do you?"
"Not really. Keep talking, please."
She told me about her life. She's actually really nice, but that smile still looks a bit forced. We're going to look around the asylum tomorrow, together. She insists I must know it better than anyone else here. I didn't tell her how I've barely been out of my room for a month. That's okay.