He Expected The World

I suppose she got some sort of self reassurance from helping us here. She never seemed exactly happy, but she never seemed sad. I wanted to meet her, to talk to her... maybe more... she really caught my eye, her wavey black locks of hair, and bright green eyes... She seemed to enjoy the company of us... well most of us, but like everyone else in this god forsaken place, she avoided me... maybe it was the fact that my skin looked almost grey, or the way my eyes have lost their life, and they've grown sunken, and sad. The redness around the rims maybe? No matter, I was used to it... I was used to being ignored... my parents don't even come to see me anymore... No one did.
I locked eyes with the girl unknowingly and she held my gaze. I felt my heart leap up into my throat and the room began to spin. 'Burn the flesh, Frankie darling.' The voices chanted together. The most prominent voice belonged to the one I deemed as Gerard. I pawed at the lighter in my pocket, wanting so badly to feel the fire on my skin... I liked the smell of the burning body as well... I guess I belonged here
I got put in this psych ward when I was twelve, though I'm a lot older now... just hit my twenty-second birthday not to long ago... about a week. I don't got any friends here, and I never have... these people are nut jobs. Anyways, they put me in here because I couldn't take it anymore. I caved under my own intelligence. Then came the voices, they try to control me but they can't... Not yet at least.
They don't have a name for my condition... I just kind of went mad. I was always the smartest kid in school, correcting teachers, knowing more then everyone else... I don't know why I retained information so well, but I did. I couldn't really take being the one they all picked on. They could never hurt me though, I was too smart. I always countered and beat them down... it got out of hand though...
They put me in here when the night terrors started. I would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming about a man named Gerard. Who was Gerard? I depicted Gerard as a tall man, around my age, maybe a little older... He has medium length hair that one could easily weave their fingers through... he had soft, but sharp features, and bright, lively green eyes that showed his emotions clearly. Yeah, he was a fantasy man... shut up... I'm bisexual.
I began to chant quietly, unaware of what I was doing, "Strip the wound, salt the flesh, burn the hair, and break the bone. Strip the wound, salt the flesh, burn the hair, and break the bone. Strip the wound, salt the flesh, burn the hair, and break the bone. Strip the wound, salt the fle-" I was cut off by a quiet voice.
"Excuse me?"
I looked up and saw the girl I've never met...
"I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" She asked, it seemed she moved on to the next subject really quickly, "I'm Ivy..." She continued, "I've seen you around, but I've never said hi, never thought to, everyone always warned me against it, they said you might throw a fit or something." And then once more, without letting me get a word in edge wise, she asked, "Hello, are you there? What's your name?"
I realized that I was staring at her, my mouth slightly open. I looked like a dead fish. I didn't blink, just stared with my mouth agape. I realized that I had been sitting here for ten minutes, and she'd said but there sentences. "I... I uh... I..." I began to stammer, not sure what to say, or what to do.
I felt anger boil up inside me when she began to giggle. "Shut up!" I shouted with a sudden fury. She quickly paced backwards and I glared daggers in her direction.

Notes

So, psych wards yeah?

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