'SEASONS GREETING (SHAYNA) !

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Brookelle sat up quickly in bed . night terrors of her mother chasing her with a knife had startled her . her forehead was damp with sweat . this was the third night in a row brooke had been awaken by the night terrors . so far , they'd all been about her mother . this wasn't like her though , elle was in here for illusions , and a pill addiction , not for night terrors . maybe she was catching things ? maybe something's in the water here . brookelle thought . as she stood to get a glass of water from the kitchen she slipped on a puddle in the floor , and fell to the ground with a grumble . there was a pool of water by the foot of her bed , and next to her bed stand was a knocked over glass of water . that means she'd been struggling in her sleep , enough however that she'd knocked down the glass of water . standing and brushing off her pajamas , she continued out of her door and began walking down the hallway . she was pretty positive she was breaking a rule , but every other day she was sure of it . so why stop tonight ? as brookelle began to venture down the hallway she could hear the snoring , and muffled gurgles of her fellow inmates . brookelle liked to think of the asylum as a prison , and right now , she was escaping . running , running , running , to ... get a glass of water ? for now anyways , one day , she'd be running , but not for a midnight drink , but for away , and the farthest away she could ever find .



As the cold linoleum floors bit at her feet brooke thought back to yesterday . shayna . mmm . she wasn't new to the asylum , no no . she'd been in there for a while . and it always seemed like she was hiding something when she wasn't . she seemed to dissaprove of everybody else , just because she was in there for depression when everyone else actually had real problems . but , brookelle couldn't necessarily judge . she was in here for being the fucking temper tantrum hulk and hauling a kid against the wall . as brooke scurried quietly to the kitchen , she thought to herself about shayna some more . it wouldn't hurt to get to know her .if we don't get along , so be it . right ? maybe . finally the kitchen door swung to brooke's push and the sink dripped lazily only a few paces away . brookelle tiptoed towards the sink and grabbed a glass drying on the rack . filling it with water she took a long sip . ahh . aqua . it always felt good to drink something cold at night . it refreshed her from her nightmares . woke her up . it was almost like pills but less addicting . brooke wondered what was in pills that made them so addicting . it wasn't like a cigarette , didn't have nicotene to lure you in . did it ? brooke didn't think so at least . leaning against the counter brooke hugged herself , and kept sipping the water slowly , letting the water run down her throat , and wake her up . she hoped no one would come , if they did , she'd have another detention , which brooke couldn't handle . especially not with the weather being so lovely . as brooke emptied out the remaining liquid out of her glass she turned to leave when a shadow slowly tiptoed towards the kitchen . "hello ?" brookelle whispered .

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tag; lex (:
notes; ahh , omgg this post really sucks . sorry
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[! SHAYNA CHARLIE HEART.]

* THIS IS WRONG BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL

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- - - - LIKE THERE AIN'T NOTHING MORE RIGHT, BABE. MISTY MORNING COMES
( and i can't help but wish i could see your face - - )
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shayna heart was a sunny little blonde girl who was absolutely full of contradictions. she was terrified of walking the halls of the asylum alone because she didn't really know what was lurking around the corner waiting to hurt her. now, she wasn't a girl who purposely provoked people to feel spiteful towards her. in fact, it was fairly impossible to hate shayna because she was such a genuinely nice person. she looked out for people, cared about others more than she cared about herself, and was sensitive towards the feelings of others. however, in a place like alkaline, it didn't matter how nice she was or how mean she wasn't. most of hte kids that ran around the asylum wouldn't hesistate to harm her. the people here were bitter, angry, and violent. not all of them, but enough so that it scared shayna. all she had to do was cross the wrong person at the wrong time and she might not see her next birthday. most of the time when she was terrified, she pretended, or at least tried to pretend, like she was tougher than she truly was. in truth, she didn't have a bone in her body that could be mean, vengeful, or cause physical damage. but she did, however, have many bones in her body that could easily be snapped by the right person. she would play things off almost perfectly, acting as though nothing bothered her. if someone pushed at the right topics though, it would be terribly easy to make her break down, and once someone got her like that, she was screwed.

if someone were to pick on her past, her career, her fame, or her deceased father, she wouldn't know what to do. she was already emotionally fucked up. if someone were to physically harm her, she would be in even worse shape. she wasn't a fighter. she couldn't fight back. she could barely defend herself. she couldn't fend people off. conor always gave her shit for having a bark worse than her bite. he had made it clear that he really didn't think she was as depressed as the asylum made it seem. and she kind of believed it. she wasn't suicidal. sure, she liked having the pills to depend on, but it wasn't like she walked around in the shadows trying to find new ways to kill herself. she was still outgoing, still bright, and still happy. or at least she acted that way. but here she was, the world's beloved shayna heart, locked up in an asylum. if the media got ahold of that information, she would be a goner. she would be screwed out of her reputation, her management. she knew they were paying good money to keep everything confidential, but sometimes money wasn't even enough to cover up a good scandal. and well, this was more than a scandal. this was being locked up with a bunch of psychopaths who didn't know right from wrong. shayna knew right from wrong. she wasn't meant to be in the asylum. the management just wanted her to 'heal'. they weren't going to take any risks with her because she brought in all the money for them. she knew that the staff members at the asylum weren't exactly complaining about their bonuses.

she couldn't sleep. it was one of those nights. so she ended up deciding that she needed coffee if she wasn't going to be able to sleep through the night. now, getting out of the level four basements was trickier than getting out of any other rooms. but the patients that lived down their had a nice little escape route that had gone unseen by the staff members. following that route, she walked until she ended up in the kitchen. she took her journey slowly and carefully, making sure no one heard her. and by the time she reached the kitchen, she knew she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep that night. she heard the person moving around before she heard them speak, and she knew she had been seen. shayna recognized the voice, and she didn't like it. she didn't know what to make of brook, having only known her briefly, but she just didn't like the vibes she got from her. she didn't know what she was in the asylum for and not knowing scared shayna. entering slowly, shayna was hoping that perhaps brook was a bit nicer than she assumed. "oh, hey brooke. i hope i didn't startle you,"

[/color] as if. someone like brooke probably barely got startled in a place like this. now shayna, she was fresh meat waiting to be eaten alive.

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