Post by Macy Deltine on Dec 30, 2007 21:43:11 GMT
Steve slowly opened his eyes, his head killing him. It felt like déjà vu from when he passed out earlier that day. He tried to get up, but his arms were limp, and wouldn't hold his weight up. He soon realised where he was, the hospital wing. The moonlight fell though the window, unto the floor, and Steve looked around him for a clock. There wasn't any, but it was late.
"That girl knocked me out." He realised, and felt a mix of anger, sickness and worry. He couldn't feel what colour his hair was, but he didn't care what it was, either. They knocked him out. They gave him his medication. They used him, they took advantage of him passing out, being sick. He looked around at the other sleeping patients, and someone stirred, but they all were still fast asleep. Steve, on the other hand, felt a surge of energy, and tried to get up, but again his arms wouldn't let him. But they weren't just limp, they were tied down. This made Steve even more angry, and he started to struggle to get free.
With all his pulling and struggling, he wouldn't come free. But he had gotten free before, they had strapped him down before, and he knew how to get out. He let his body to become limp again, and tried to focus all his energy to his arms, his fingers. And finally it worked.
He had created a spark at his fingers, and let it run up his hands, to the straps. It started to burn, and finally it was weakened his straps, for him to pull his arms up, breaking them.
He knew that he should just stay there, or even go back to his dorm, but another voice in his head was telling him to just go, leave the people who did this to him. He had heard this voice many times before, when he was back at Yonkers, living with his uncle, and usually went with it. It always seemed like the better idea at the time.
He dragged himself up, rubbing his wrists where they were tied down, and got up, off the bed. He looked around him, still seeing the people who were sleeping, and then turned to the wall. The wall to the outside world, to freedom without meds, without rules, without people who treat him like a child. He looked at it, tilted his head, and then exploded it. He did turn away at the explosion, so he didn't get hit, but when he felt the fresh night air from the outside hit his face, he knew it was time to be free.
He heard some people begin to wake up, to try and see what the source of all the noise was from, and it wasn't that hard to find it.
Steve knew this was his only time to go, before they called the teachers, and he stepped out, though the rubble, into the darkness. He looked back, turned around to the would before him, and begin to run. He didn't know where to, he didn't know how long he was running for, or where he stopped, but he was free. Even the winter temperature didn't affect him, he was just free. And that's all he wanted.
"That girl knocked me out." He realised, and felt a mix of anger, sickness and worry. He couldn't feel what colour his hair was, but he didn't care what it was, either. They knocked him out. They gave him his medication. They used him, they took advantage of him passing out, being sick. He looked around at the other sleeping patients, and someone stirred, but they all were still fast asleep. Steve, on the other hand, felt a surge of energy, and tried to get up, but again his arms wouldn't let him. But they weren't just limp, they were tied down. This made Steve even more angry, and he started to struggle to get free.
With all his pulling and struggling, he wouldn't come free. But he had gotten free before, they had strapped him down before, and he knew how to get out. He let his body to become limp again, and tried to focus all his energy to his arms, his fingers. And finally it worked.
He had created a spark at his fingers, and let it run up his hands, to the straps. It started to burn, and finally it was weakened his straps, for him to pull his arms up, breaking them.
He knew that he should just stay there, or even go back to his dorm, but another voice in his head was telling him to just go, leave the people who did this to him. He had heard this voice many times before, when he was back at Yonkers, living with his uncle, and usually went with it. It always seemed like the better idea at the time.
He dragged himself up, rubbing his wrists where they were tied down, and got up, off the bed. He looked around him, still seeing the people who were sleeping, and then turned to the wall. The wall to the outside world, to freedom without meds, without rules, without people who treat him like a child. He looked at it, tilted his head, and then exploded it. He did turn away at the explosion, so he didn't get hit, but when he felt the fresh night air from the outside hit his face, he knew it was time to be free.
He heard some people begin to wake up, to try and see what the source of all the noise was from, and it wasn't that hard to find it.
Steve knew this was his only time to go, before they called the teachers, and he stepped out, though the rubble, into the darkness. He looked back, turned around to the would before him, and begin to run. He didn't know where to, he didn't know how long he was running for, or where he stopped, but he was free. Even the winter temperature didn't affect him, he was just free. And that's all he wanted.
