My head was throbbing, it felt like it was gonna explode. Shifting on the comfy bed I was in, I snuggled further on my duvet. There was pain on my hips and I can't feel my legs. When I opened my eyes, someone was watching me. A pair of beady black eyes welcomed me. She was sitting on a stool beside my bed, she looked like she was ready to kill someone with her frowning face and dark make-up. "Hello," I groaned and tried to sit but all I got was pain shooting from my spine. "I wouldn't move if I were you," she shrugged. "What happened?" I asked, my voice was surprisingly hoarse. "You tell me─" she raised her eyebrow, "I was from Maths and when I got back here you were already slumped to Anna's bed." I remembered something hitting me from the park. No, the street near the park. Terry was chasing me. "Terry," I breathed out. "Where is he?" "Excuse me, do I look like your friend's keeper?" She was hopeless, for the fact that I can't read her mind made me a bit more nervous. I let my eyes rome around. The room was big and looked like a flat. There were four big poster beds including mine at the four sides of the enormous squared room. There were four bed-side drawers each and lamps on top. The walls were painted maroon and paintings of different people were hung. There were two big windows adorn with rich velvet curtains. A chandelier was hung at the very middle of the high ceiling. There was a fireplace with couches placed around it, a study table was also perched on the middle with tea sets on top. "I was instructed to give you this," she muttered dejectedly and handed me a bowl of thick concoction. "What's this?" I grimaced as the putrid smell hit my nose. "It's suppose to help ease the pain you're feeling," she waved dismissively. It tasted like garbage, not that I've tasted one. "Am I suppose─" "To finish it? Yes," and for the first time, she looked happy. After a lot of gagging and forceful swallowing, I finished the bowl and I was already good to go. "Oh no, you're not to leave this room," she tutted and grabbed her bag underneath the stool she was sitting on. "Why?" "You'll have to meet someone first," she turned around and headed to the brown oak door. She was wearing some kind of a uniform. "Hey! What's your name?" She whipped her black hair and smirked at me, "I'm Tammy Lee."
I was left to wander around the room, the floor was wooden but a red rich carpet covered most of it. I was wearing a long night dress, it was silky and covered my entire body. The beds looked occupied, there were notebooks and pens scattered on them. There were also four small doors leading to different walk-in closets and I figured that mine was on the farthest left since it was empty. I also discovered the bathroom, there were four stalls inside too and a bath tub. Soaps, shampoos, lotions and towels were stocked under a huge rectangular sink. Where am I? Before I overthink further, the door opened with a swift movement and came a tall lanky woman in her fifties. She was beautiful, her blonde hair was tied on a neat bun. Her face was dusted with a little bit of make-up and she was wearing a Victorian-styled dress. "Ms. Dawson?" she raised her eyebrow. "Yes. And you?" "Ma'am," she tutted. "Pardon?" "You shall address me Ma'am or Miss," she gave me a tight smile. "Okay, Miss. Where am I?" I frowned, backing away to my bed. "You are in Peculiar De School," she stated it as if it was pretty obvious. "Did you said peculiar?" I gaped, staring at her face. "I did." "Who are you? If you don't mind me asking, Miss." "I am Billy Roberts, I am the head of this school," she replies sternly. "I have to go back home, my friends─" "Have already forgotten about you," she finished. "That's impossible," I yelled, "I've been here for what? A day or two?" "A year, Ms. Dawson. You were in a coma for a year." A year? How can that be? "But Tammy said I wasn't here before─ in this room," I argued, my mind was a total mess. "How stupid of you to think that we will treat you here and not in a hospital," she shook her head and took a seat on one of the couches. "Your friends think that you're already dead and we would like to keep it at that," she continued. "Why would you do that?" "Ms. Dawson, we're trying to protect you." "Protect me? What is this place?" "This is a place where being you is normal."
"What do you mean?" I grimaced when she stood up, her full height made me cower on my bed even more. "This institution was built back in the 40's to protect people or peculiars, rather." "So, I'm not the only one?" I wandered out loud.m my heart was beating fast. "Yes, you're not," she agreed. "Why now? Why didn't you helped me when I was one step to insanity?" "Ms. Dawson, this institute is international. We keep track of every single peculiar in the world and frankly speaking, we cannot keep up." "This place is monster-free, you will not be bothered by those pests and you will certainly be safe by your own mon─" "How is that possible? How are we going to die?" This is hard, this made my brain shut down momentarily. "Ms. Dawson, we all have monsters yes but they aren't suppose to kill us. We should die naturally, maybe of age or an accident." "What? But I've seen people dying because of their monsters," Now this is just confusing, all this time I was wrong. "You have a gift Ms. Dawson, you have the eye to see wicked things. Those people that you saw, they should've lived but their monsters seeing them weak and vulnerable took the chance to kill them and eat their hearts." "No monster will touch you here, that's the point," she tapped her heel on the floor impatiently. I sighed, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "There will be an orientation tomorrow afternoon for new comers," she pursed her lips. "What about my things? My clothes?" "We'll sort them out for you. You start your classes on Monday," she walked away, leaving me again with my thoughts.
Yay death and if you kill my character that's alright I can… I forget the word but I can bring her back to life and lock her in my cage :twisted: