Sanity (or Lack Thereof)
Lucy’s eyes slowly peeled open as sunlight steamed through the window. She lay there for a few moments, staring at the magenta ceiling. In her half-consciousness state, she thought nothing of the oddity. It wasn’t until she rolled onto her right side that she realized something was amiss.
This was not her room. At least not, the room she remembered having.
The magenta ceiling was not the only change – her bed, instead of its normal aqua sheets, was instead made with checkered, red and yellow linens, and the blanket was a hot pink. There was a wooden closet next to the window.
Despite her urge to worry, some deep-seated crevice in her memory prevented her. It was almost as if she had been here before – and many times at that. Almost as if she had lived here for many, many years.
What did cause her to panic, however, were her feet. As she swung her legs out of bed to get up, and reacquaint herself with this room, she looked down at said feet, and screamed.
Someone had shaved her fur off! All that beautiful, white fur: gone. She leaped up, and furiously examined the rest of her body. She stared at her palms – the fur there was gone as well, and her claws with them - she had spent hours getting those claws sharp enough!
She was in a purple nightgown, and as she ran her fingers over the fabric, she realized it was the same exact material as her ribbon. As her hands felt over the dress, she came to another disquieting realization – her tail was gone.
She shrieked again, and ran for the door in a mad dash. She had to get out of this crazy place before they did something even worse to her.
As the door flew open, she found herself in what appeared to be some sort of hospital – doctors and nursed bustled around, some of them wheeling carts with food, and others moving patients in wheelchairs around. She saw what appeared to be some sort of reception desk, with a man sitting behind it. But these didn’t look like any creature she had ever seen – they had no fur, expect for their heads, not a one of them had a tail, and in general, they all resembled some sort of… ape.
She stopped cold. What was this place?
“Lucy!” Lucy turned to see a nurse running towards her. “Lucy, dear,” she said when she reached Lucy, “Let’s get you back to your bed, sweetie.” She took Lucy’s hand, and started leading her back.
This woman, despite having the same features as everyone else, looked familiar somehow. Her yellow shirt and pants, her brown hair, the purple highlights, her eye color–
“Oh my god,” Lucy whispered. “Tess.”
The woman, stopped for a moment, and looked at Lucy, baffled.
“Tess!” Lucy exclaimed. “What’s going on? Where the hell am I? What the fuck did they do to you?”
The woman stared at Lucy, as if something fantastical had just occurred, as if heavens and earth had been moved. Tears streamed down her eyes, and she embraced Lucy.
“Lucy! You’re speaking! In sentences!” Tess bawled, tightening her hug.
“Uh, yes?” Lucy said, her confusion furthered by this sudden burst of emotion. “What else what I be speaking in?” She pushed Tess away, not understanding anything.
Her friend seemingly ignored this, then dragged Lucy by her hand to the aforementioned desk. “Jordan?” She said to the man, excitedly. “Get me Lucy Manee’s psychiatrist! It’s a miracle!”
Tess returned to Lucy’s side, and said “I never thought this day would come!”
“Tess, what the fuck is going on?” Lucy stamped her foot onto the linoleum tile, her confusion quickly giving into anger. “Where am I, who shaved my feet, and where the hell is my tail?”
Tess’s joyous expression vanished the instant Lucy mentioned her “tail,” and was replaced with one of disappointment. “Maybe there’s still work we need to do…”
“Tess!” Lucy near yelled. “Drop the BS and just fill me in, you jerkface!”
“Okay,” she agreed, sniffling back a tear. “My name is Tess Bengal. You are Lucy Manee. This place,” she said, motioning to the building “is the Veronica Vera Institute for the Mentally Impaired and Emotionally Unstable.” She drew in a deep breath, and said, “and until yesterday, you were our most severe case.”
So yeah, I literally wrote this on a whim. I know it's incredibly short, but I only have a vague idea of what I want to do with this. I normally have a good idea of what I want to do with my stories, but I'm just gonna wing it for once. So, yeah! Let me know what you think!
Lucy stared at Tess for a moment. Was this for real? A mental ward? She took a look around the place. Now that she had recovered from her initial shock, she was able to take in her surroundings with a greater level of attention.
The walls and floor were a pale white, although the floors were dotted with black-colored specs here and there. The ceiling however, was black, dotted specs of white as to make it appear the night sky. Lucy looked at some of the doors – number 444, 445, 446, “Meal Room,” “Examination Room,” “Work Room” – Lucy shivered when she saw the “Fun Room.”
She also noticed the person Tess had spoken with; whom she had told to get the psychiatrist she didn’t have. “Jordan” she had said his name was. Lucy snorted, as she noticed the resemblance to her brother of them same name: moderate height, nerdy, white skin – everything right down the heterochromia.
“Do you really expect me to swallow that crock?” Lucy scoffed. “Veronica Vera Institute” – she snorted, as to emphasize her disdain – “bah!”
Tess stared at her for a moment, a look of disappointment painted over her face. “But Lucy”-
“And another thing!” Lucy interjected, pointing her finger accusingly. “Tess ‘Bengal?’ Even I know you’re last name is Canning!”
“But”- Tess started, but was interrupted a second time. However, it was not by Lucy.
“I honestly thought you were joking, Tess,” the voice said. Both she and Lucy turned to saw a tall, white man, wearing a black leather jacket. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, so Lucy couldn’t tell what color they were. He looked to be middle-aged, but he was entirely bald, and looking at him, Lucy couldn’t help but think of Men in Black.
“Dr. McCain,” Tess said, “thank you for coming so quickly.”
McCain? Lucy thought to herself. Alec McCain?
“It’s my job,” he said, then turned to Lucy. “Hello. My name is Alec McCain” – Guess that answers my question, Lucy thought – “and I’m you’re psychiatrist.” He smiled warmly, and extended his hand to Lucy, most likely expecting a handshake. When all he got was a piercing glare from Lucy, he said “Er, yes. Let’s go to my office, shall we?”
The office of Dr. Alec McCain was less of an office, and more of an awards closet. Trophies with inscriptions such as “Award for Best Doctor of 2003” and diplomas reading “Yale Valedictorian for Class of 2008” lined the white walls – and this was to say nothing of the plethora of plaques and statuettes. McCain’s desk was an auburn hue, covered in neat stacks of paper. His laptop was in the center, and several photos were placed on the desk as well, all turned towards the doctor so Lucy couldn’t see them.
Lucy, Tess, and McCain all sat in wooden chairs, Lucy and Tess on one side of the desk, McCain on the other.
“So let me get this straight,” Lucy said. “I’m something called a ‘human.’ Cats are housepets, and my entire life as I knew it was a creation of my mind, and I’ve just recovered?” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that?”
McCain nodded slowly, scratching his chin. “It makes no sense to me either.” He cocked his head, looking as if he were in deep thought. “Well, regardless, I’d like to introduce you to your inmates here.” Lucy shivered ever so slightly when she heard the word “inmates.” It was as if she was in prison. As if she were a prisoner.
“Fine,” she said. “Just don’t think I believe you yet.” She scoffed to show her unwillingness to accept what she had been told.
So yeah. I know now where I'm going with this. There will be maybe on or two more chapters.
This post has been edited by Smash Genesis: 05 March 2011 - 03:04 AM