...i last walked free upon these feet of mine

May 26, 2010 22:04

'somebody called me a paranoid angel'
prompt; paranoid
word count; 345



They were there, here, somewhere. In the corner, the rats scratched; on the roof, the crows cawed. She could hear every single thing that moved, from the cockroaches downstairs to the termites in the roof. She was convinced they were coming for her, inching in closer and closer.

She was curled around herself, arms wrapped around her legs, knees pulled to her chest, eyes closed tightly as she tried to imagine the sea, a beach, somewhere with a breeze that ran over her skin and through her hair. Two loud thumps broke the fantasy and her eyes snapped open with a start.

They were there.

It wasn't her house, wasn't her apartment -she hadn't been back to campus for a good long time, but she could feel them there, right there on the door step, someone jangling some keys. She knew what was coming, it hadn't taken them long to find her, they'd been watching her, always watching her. She could feel their eyes on her all the time, judging her, watching her, following her. Her skin crawled and she scurried from the middle of the floor, trying to push herself into the wall.

Her skin had cracked and peeled from the constant scratching, her elbows and shoulders bruised from the bashing into walls. The footsteps breached the door and she heard them on the stairs, several people; entering rooms, banging doors, noisy footsteps, chattering voices. The rats scratched, the crows cawed and the beasties were coming closer and closer and Ophelia let out a scream and threw her head back against the wall.

"It's alright, Ms Mayspring, it's all going to be just fine," there were soft hands on her face, her wet, sweat and tear streaked face, "you're going to be fine, dear." But her hands were suddenly strapped and the ceiling was moving above her and people were screaming, and crying and oh, god.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go," she chanted it softly but constantly, the tears streaming along her face as the pretty nurse tried to soothe her and failed.

{who} ophelia mayspring, {verse} the yester years, {what} drabbles, {where} fairweather sanatorium

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