The Unknown Asylum discussion

Late at night, girls like to giggle at most places. But this is not a place to giggle. Its awkward, and almost all girls find themselves talking to each other at night. Saying how they are ready to go home, or how they hate their families. Talk about deaths, running away, etc.

Remember, this place isn't perfect. Four beds a room, and a bathroom to open inside. There is a shower, but only gives cold water. It also is a pull curtain, only a bar of soap.. The sinks a bit better than thought, and the toilet isn't terrible..

Evelyn walked in, and stared at her dorm paper number. She let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping. Her plastic bag was thrown onto the bed first. It had a toothbrush, toothpaste, bar of soap, and a small hairbrush. She stared at the sheets before sitting down. She grumbled, feeling the comfort. It felt better than her "bed" back home.

Kyra sat in the corner of the hall, facing the wall. She rocked slowly back in forth listening to her iPod. She quietly sang in a beutiful voice...

"Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies
Pushing all the mercy down, down, down
I wanna see you try to take a swing at me
Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What tdo you think that it's doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me
I want you crying when you're bloody in front of me

All of my hate cannot be bound
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies
I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown
I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me
And I'll pull the trigger
And you're down, down, down

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What do you think that it's doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me
I want you crying when you're bloody in front of me

All of my hate cannot be bound
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming

All my friends are gone, they died
They all screamed, and cried
IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!

Im gonna take you down
I gotta take you down!
I'm gonna...I'm gona
Gonna take you down

All of my hate cannot be bound
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming
All of my hate cannot be bound
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming."

If you knew enough about Kyra, you knew that every word in this song, was perfect for her entire life.

Kyra felt another prescence, she took out her earbuds and closed her eyes. Since she was psychicshe knew that in 37.42 seconds the gil would pass by her, notincing her. She shurnk bac into he corner, opening her eyes nd listening to music again.

Evelyn looked from Faith and Kyra. Great. Two metal heads. She thought. She looked down, and figured not to talk. Because they were obviously listening to music. Not paying any attention to Evelyn.

Kyra wimpered at the sight of he knife, shrinking away. "Please...put it away."

Evelyn smiled at the girl, a bit weak but still one. "Hi." She said,

"Evelyn, from .. Well, no where." She said, looking down a bit. Remembering her brother. Wishing he was here right now,

Evelyn looked back with a smile. Trying not to be rude.

Kyra watched the two girl's exchange. She wished she could have friends, but her mid didn't allow her. She got to shy. She stayed in the corner

Kyra stood, wanting to ace her fear of bing near people.. "H-Hello."

"I-I'm Kyra...What's your name?"

"Is he yours?" She asked

She smiled for the first time in a longtim, then it dissapeard. "How old are you?"

"Cool. Im 14. Why are you in here?"

"Oh."

(lol, I know about her now,but you dont kow about me)

"I....I was raped when I was seven. He tried to kill me after."

"My writsts were slit." She said looking down. Sifted her sleevewhere red marks were acorss her wrists.

"You're grandma's just arrived." Kyra said staring bankly down the hall, though her grandmothr wasn't in eyesight yet.

Donald carried Miller in and then asked,"Which bed is yours?"

Miller looked around. "I don't know! I can't remember!" Miller said with furrowed brows at the beds. "Don-Don, which one do you think?"

"I'm guessing that one?" It was the bed with a bag on it, the sheets rumpled. He set her down and then got ice.

She was blushing and muttering something about not understanding why Don-Don was so nice.

Donald came back with an ice pack and gently put it on her ankle. He looked up at her,"Shhh. It's okay."

Her othe leg tapped on the ground as she blushed at him holding the pack on her leg. "Don-Don, why are you so nice to me?"

Donald shrugged,"I'm naturally nice. Plus, your really cool." She wrapped a bandage around her ankle, keeping the ice pack there.

She shivered at the cold. "Ah! COLD! COLD!!" She whinned a bit more then looked at him. "Don-Don, how am I cool? I even find myself annoying!"

"Annoying is cool. You shod meet my sister and then you'd agree." He shrugged and smiled. He stood up and then sat next to her.

She looked at him with big brown eyes. "Don-Don, Can I make you a name tag? To remember your name."

Donald nodded,"Sure. Of course you can. Can I make you one? Just in case I collapse and forget the last 10 minutes."

She grinned. "Sure!" She gave him a choice of 4 pieces of paper. "You'll get a pink tag, since it's my favorite color! And you're my favorite person!" She began to write down his name on a pink piece of paper. It read Don-Don: Friend

Donald laughed and nodded,"Okay." He chose purple and wrote down her name. Milly: Friend He gave her the name tag, smiling.

She grinned and tapped his name tag on his shirt. She smiled. "Now I can't forget you, Don-Don!"

Donald laughed,"No I can't forget you, Milly." He smiled

She blushed softly. Her new nickname. It was something she wasn't use to.

Donald ruffled her hair,"How does your ankle feel?"

"Fine!" She grinned bigly as her childlikeness came out more. Her big brown eyes looked at him. "Wow. Son-Don is handsome." She thought aloud then blushed a bit then she grinned. "Tell me something about you, Don-Don!"

Donald blushed,"H-handsome?" He bit his lip,"Umm..I..I like tattoos and piercings. I gave my sister a tatto last night." He smiled slightly.

"Oh! Cool! I'm bi-sexual! I think..." She said and thought. "Yeah! I am!" Her smile was big still and she nodded to him. "Yep! Handsome Don-Don!"

Donald nodded,"Okay. That's fine with me and thanks. Your very pretty." He smiled sweetly.

She blushed then grinned childishly. "Thanks!!!"

"Your welcome. So what do you usually do?" He asked

"Try to remember what I usually do." She said and thought. "I think I stab dolls with needles when I get angry~!"

"Oh...umm...that's...odd." He nodded and then said,"I draw or read. Not much for me to do." He shrugged. Donald asked,"Are you human?"

"We don't know. Thy think I'm a cross between a Witch and an Alien thingy~!" She said while wiggling her fingers.

Donald nodded,"Wierd but okay. What can you do? Your powers?" He smiled and watched her.

"Well, I can do witchy things and transform and such!" A grin was on her face. "You're human, huh? That's really cool! I always wondered what it would be like to be normal!"

Donald nodded,"Yeah. My sister is half fae though." He shrugged and then smiled. He said,"That's cool. Can you show me?"

She grinned then transformed into a large blue creature that looked like a woman made of water. "See? Transformation~!" Her voice sounded like it was under the water.

Donald said,"Whoa! That's freaking awesome!" He smiled brightly. He had never seen anything like that before.