The Home For The Sick

[DisasterCallingMe]

We aren't sick like the "normal" people. We're broken. Something's off with us, a string too loose, or we've been pushed too far. Whatever it was, we're stuck here now. In the home for the sick. We don't get flowers or hugs like people with cancer or some terminal disease. We get odd stares, and numerous amounts of pain and pressure.


~Rules~


No smut, if it gets to that, fade to black


Have detailed responses


Be nice


Have fun! Don't be afraid to get creative.


@DisasterCallingMe and @No4hx

 

[DisasterCallingMe]

Camille~


I was curled up in a big, grey sweated, and a pair of bright, baby pink leggings to match. A beanie covered the top of my head, and I sat near a window in the day room, listening to The Kooks and watching the rain pour outside. There were only a total of six kids in the house, I happened to be one of them. I considered myself normal, but according to everyone else I was broken. The sky outside started to open up, and I loved how the sun peeked through for a split second, before the storm over took again.


The nurses knew if I were bothered right now, to take out my headphones, I'd have an "episode". I'd only cry, and want to be left alone. I don't understand whats wrong with having a fear like that? They thought it was strange that I could sit and watch what terrified me, only if I couldn't hear it. The music was too loud. This was just how I coped with things.


(Shitty starter, sorry)

 

[Jun1p]

(It's all good)


Lars~


Wearing black jeans and an old, grey ripped tshirt, I was perched in the attic on one of the rafters. I'd figured out a sort of ladder system so I could climb on things until reaching the wooden beams. From up here I'd positioned a few wooden boards and lie them crosswise to the rafters, creating a little platform against the troangular wall, shaped that way because of the slanting roof. Sprinkle a few pillows, CDs, and books, and the scene was complete.


Looking out of a small, dirty old window I was able to see down to the street below, and when I'd broken the glass out so only the frame was left, I could feel the moisture in the air. I lay down with my shoulderblades on the edge of the window, so my head and shoulders were pelted with rain, and closed my eyes.


The rain was one of my favorite types of weather next to thunderstorms, the way the grey sky made eveeyone else feel outside like I felt inside. It's horrible, I know, but doesn't everyone want others to understand how they feel? I supposed they did. It only made sense.


Getting a bit hungry, I decided to head down and get a snack. Quickly swinging myself down from the rafters I made it to the staircase and headed into the kitchen.

 

[DisasterCallingMe]

"Cam," Someone spoke, and I hardly heard them over the loud music I was listening too. It was one of the nurses. "Are you hungry? Do you want something?" If I said no, they would claim I was rejecting help, and I'd be stuck here longer. It was a janked plan either way, so I just nodded and followed one of the petite nurses into the kitchen. There were two kids in there, a little girl and some boy I had hardly seen. Maybe once or twice before.


I kept my head down, not feeling up for conversation, and hating the fact that a little girl could willingly eat on her own, but I couldn't. That was pathetic.


"Grab something, Cam, I'll be back in a few minutes." I sighed, and grabbed an apple. That was the closest thing to me, and it was healthy. I took a seat at the counter, and took bite from my apple, quietly examining the two that were still present. The little girl was humming to herself, dancing around, and eating a yogurt.

 

[Jun1p]

Upon seeing the little girl I stiffened and turned up my music louder. My ears were already half deaf, what difference could a little more noise make? I opened one of the cabinets and took out a jar of peanut butter. Unscrewing it, I turned to get a spoon and nearly slammed right into a girl with some ridiculous pink leggings.


I scowled at her as I pushed my way past, throwing the drawer open and snatching a spoon out before slamming it close. I turned to leave and once again walked right into someone, this time a very irritated nurse.


She gestured to the girl urgently, blocking my way back up the stairs. I narrowed my eyes slightly and looked down at her. But the craay woman refused to just move, apparently she wanted me to apologize to the girl for being rude. Ha. Right. And pigs would fly.


I rolled my eyes and instead of waiting for her to move just shoved her against the wall. This issued what I assumed was a yelp, but I heard nothing, and simply continued to walk past, taking out a spoonful of the peanut butter as I headed slowly up the stairs. Some of the people here were downright rude, and stubborn none the less. I couldn't believe the lengths to which the nurses would go to get me to do things.


"Tsk." I said quietly as I reached the attic again. "They could stand to be disciplined."

 

[DisasterCallingMe]

"What a dick," I muttered, and saw the nurse roll her eyes. "Thanks for nothing, loser!" I yelled after him, assuming he probably couldn't hear me. I popped out one of my earbuds, and the nurse thought this meant I wanted to chat with her and the creepy little eight year old.


"Cam, this is Paxton! She's new here! Isn't she adorable?" The nurse introduced, putting an arm around the little girls shoulders.


"Hi," I muttered, staring after the boy as he walked up the stairs. What a basket case.


"Wanna hang out?" The litle girl asked me, her blonde curls bouncing as she came and sat next to me.


"Not really." And then, she started crying. The little girl just broke down in tears for no reason, screaming and crying about how no one loved her. I watched in awe, and the nurse tried to calm her down. Damn.

 

[Jun1p]

I spun as I heard the girl shout up the stairs, the surprise quickly turned into anger as I narrowed my eyes and scowled. Did she seriously say that? I shook my head and forcefully set the peanut butter jar and spoon on one of the wooden beams. No way I was letting that slide; a guy has to keep up his image, right? I moved my headphones down around my neck and went back down stairs, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen. Tsk. That stupid little kid was crying, no doubt because of Pink Jeans yelling at me. Pink jeans. Seemed god enough.


"What the fuck did you call me?" I asked her, folding my arms over my chest. Ok maybe that was a bit overly dramatic, and unnecessary, but hey, I wasn't the one about to get my ass kicked so I honestly didn't much care.


"Who is this insulting bitch." I growled at the nurse, my eyes not leaving the girl's. I'd seen her around before, she always seemed overly happy, excessively happy. It was honestly creepy the way she acted. But I'd never actually communicated or interacted with her, so I guess who the hell was I to judge. I was always acting like the world was a burning pit in hell and that wasn't exactly true.. you know what nevermind. I was definitely one to judge.

 

[DisasterCallingMe]

"Well, which one? Dick or Loser?" I snapped, not in the mood for this guys bull crap. It was storming outside, and my nerves were on high.


"Now, you two, calm down." The nurse tried calming us, her words too soft and too caring. It was all fake. Two more nurses entered the room, one a big burly guy, and the other the old woman who ran the place. "Lars, this is Camille. I'm sure she didn't mean that."


"Like hell I did," I replied, glaring back down at the nurse. I may have been half this guys size, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to back down just because he wanted to act like a bigot. "He needs to be more respectful! And all of you are scared to say anything!" The old lady smirked at me, crossing her arms, and then turned her eyes to this "Lars" guy.


"Well, what are you going to do?" The old woman, Mrs. Timble questioned him. "Remember the consequences to your actions." I watched him with steady eyes, already feeling myself tense up if he were to come at me.

 

[Jun1p]

I scoffed and took another step forward, stopping when the other nurses came in. I narrowed my eyes slightly at them, especially the burly guy, I'd gotten into many a skirmish with him when they brought him in as a 'restraint' when I got out of control. The old woman though, fuck she pissed me off, it was all I could do not to wring the wrinkly little things neck. Instead I glanced at Camille, as Pink Jeans was newly named, watching her for a moment or two, then turning mid sentence.


"You honestly think, that I care about your fucking consequnces? You've done everything you can to me. I've got nothing to loose, bitch." I said, glaring at the old woman but keeping my voice level. I let the moment stand for a moment, then, because my back was to him, slammed my elbow into burly guy's stomach, bringing my fist up to connect it forcefully with his jaw and spinning to land another one in his gut. That should do for immobilizing him for the moment, giving me time to turn and let my hand fly at Camille's face, prepared to land a vicious slap then flip off granny and head back up stairs.


 
(I have to eat dinner, I should be gone for around an hour and a half or so? Don't hold me to that though, I'm not completely sure)

 

[Jun1p]

(Hey you haven't replied in a while, still watching this?)

 

[DisasterCallingMe]

Oh sorry >.< I just have a lot of rps... would you hate me if I abandoned this?

 

[Jun1p]

No I don't mind. It's all good

 

[DisasterCallingMe]

Okay I'm sorry

 

[Jun1p]

Don't be sorry. Everyone abandons roleplays eventually.