St. Peter's Asylum discussion

Dark grey walls and tables that have rounded edges on them. It's a safe, cold place that is constantly monitored by stiff, sticks in the mud guards. The stale, plain food takes form in mush. But hey- You're allowed to sit wherever you want! As long as you're not a mass murderer....

Matthew sat at a rounded table with his face torn into a book which he had taken from the library. The solitude was driving him crazy and it was unbearable. He was about to get up and leave but, he didn't want to bump into anyone. Instead, he kept still and glanced up occasionally to give his straining eyes a break.

She never liked coming to the cafeteria; the sounds were constantly blaring in her ears. But they let her keep her dolls, so that was all right. They helped cover her ears while she ate.

As she ate the flavorless food (at least nothing would harm her tongue and nose), Lauren kept her almost-closed eyes on the dark table. Of course, she sat alone. That was okay. She didn't want anyone around her.

That's it. He'd had it. The boy spent too much time in the room and he had snapped. Getting up from the table, Matt stretched and let out a muffled yawn. His eyes shifted to each corner of the room until he spotted a girl sitting silently. No wonder it was so quiet. She was the only one here.

Lauren flinched. She'd heard something. And so she turned slightly. And then she shut her eyes and went back to her plate. Someone else was there.
"Is he one of them?" she whispered to the doll. "I think he is. Is he?"
It was quiet again as Lauren waited for her answer.

The boy gave a small smile as he gave a small smile and walked towards the door. He felt guilty about leaving the girl there. He remembered what had happened the last time he had left a girl alone. The memories hit him like a violent tsunami. Instead, he walked over to the table and sat down.
"Hey..." he started and watched her eat the bland food on the plate.

"He is one of them," she muttered, her hollow eyes once more glancing up, and returning to the plate. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the utensil, and she stopped eating.

"Are you okay?" He asked observing her sudden halt from ingesting the food. He fiddled with the book in his hand and bit the skin inside his lip. "You look...lonely" He finished.

"Am I okay?" she repeated to herself before continuing at a whisper, "They said that I'm not, but I am. I promise. It's everyone else that's not okay." It was impossible to tell who she was talking to by the tone of her voice and her constant stare at the table.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and sighed. "That's not what I was trying to imply. You just look out of it." He looked up and stared at the girl knowing he'd just get another weird answer.

Instead of getting an odd answer, he got no answer at all. Lauren hugged her dolls closer to her chest, leaning her head down slightly. She seemed to be listening to something, seeing as how she was nodding her head slightly.

The boy stared at her with amazement, though he wasn't the one to judge. He'd been there. "Why don't you tell me your name." Matt said and reached out towards the girl hoping to get her attention.

"Lauren." She seemed to have heard him that time, since she looked up at him, and spoke a bit more loudly. Again, she returned to her doll. "Should I have told him that?" she asked it at a whisper once more.

He smiled and let out a small chuckle. "I'm Matthew by the way. What is that you have there?" He asked referring to the doll.

"They're angels," Lauren whispered, and pressed a finger to her lips. "No one believes me, but its true."

"What do you mean angels?" He asked suddenly developing an interest in her. "Like the angels from heaven?"

"Angels. Telling me what to do. Just angels," she replied, frowning up at him. He wasn't as bright anymore. That was good. And he seemed to believe her.

"Oh," he simply replied and stared at the tray. "I'm guessing you're done now and I can throw it out for you." He pulled it away from her and stood up.

Lauren nodded slightly, and angled her head back down. "He's not like the others," she muttered to no one. "Not like them."

He threw the food out and placed the dirty plate in the wash basin. He washed it off before making his way back over to Lauren to hover over the table. "Why don't you talk to anyone else? I'm sure it would do you some good."

"They're too loud," she murmured. "And too bright. Too loud and bright." She was looking at the table again, as if it were offering some sort of peace to her. And in some was, it was.

"I see," he said and sat down once again. "So you spend your time in here or cooped up in your room just to get away from it all." He opened the book and scanned to pages for a random spot. "It's not good to ostracize yourself."

"I like my room," Lauren replied. "It's dark and quiet. Until they come. But most of the time, it's dark and quiet." Just how she liked everything to be. Dark and quiet and with her little angels.

"Do you have a roommate?" The boy looked up from his reading. "If you do, what's her name?" He drummed his fingers against the table and read as he waited for her reply. He felt like a police officer. The way he interrogated her...

"No--" she stopped short. She was listening again. "I have roommates at night." Lauren nodded to herself. "Only at night. Just at night. They tell me stories."

"Do you enjoy the stories you hear?" The way she talked made her look cute. After all, she was young. What else did Matt expect from a girl like her?

Lauren sat silently for a moment, as if contemplating how to answer. "Most of them."

He let out what sounded like and impatient sigh. "What about the rest? What happens to those." He stood up stretched himself out.

"I don't listen to the rest." She, too, stood, dolls in hand. "They don't mind."

(good night)

He nodded his head obediently. "Come take a walk with me. You can tell me more about yourself if you wish to." He held his hand out for her and looked down at the doll.

Lauren looked at him warily before nodding and walking off and out of the cafeteria, doll clutched close to her chest.

Katie looked up in the halls. She bumped into Matthew and looked up at him and said,
"im so sorry"

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He held onto Lauren's hand and walked out of the room with her. "I never heard how old you are. "I'm nineteen by the way." He listened to the short staccato of their footsteps as it hit the tiled floor.

She tried to pry her hand away from his, disliking the contact between them. "How old am I?" she muttered to the dolls clutched to her chest, held up by one arm. "I don't know."

He let go of her hand seeing the tension. "I'll say you look like you're around ten. Give or take a year." He shrugged at her. "You don't look that young though."

"He thinks I'm ten, Mr. Bubbles. But he's not sure." Her now free arm wrapped around the dolls, drawing them closer to her.

Matthew patted her head softly as she spoke to the doll. "It's a compliment to be assumed that you're young. Besides your innocence shows it."

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Lauren shied away from his touch. "I don't like that," she muttered, glancing up at his hand as if it were some sort of odious creature.

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He pulled away. "You're a very outspoken child, aren't you?" A small smile crawled over his lips as he watched her with delight.

She looked up at him, frowning. He wasn't as bright anymore. She returned her her gaze down to her dolls. "He thinks odd things," she uttered to them.

He smiled again and kept quiet. "Do you want to go anywhere in particular?" He tapped the paperback book against his thigh as he held his page.

"To the dark," she replied. "To the dark in my room."

He gave her a puzzled look. "Sure, I guess...Take me to your room." He sighed. Matt didn't like the fact that he was growing perturbed by her talking.

Without another word, Lauren marched through the hallways and towards her bleak dormitory where she would find solitude awaiting.

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