Post by * LEAH MAY PARKER. on Mar 4, 2010 18:17:14 GMT -5
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so why're you sad? don't you know
that it's you that holds my dreams?
leah never had been in detention before. ever - at least not while at alkaline. she really wasn't a bad girl. she didn't go out to break the rules, start riots, or get others in to trouble. she had gotten in detention once before. she had been a sophomore in her old high school back in georgia. it was a stupid reason that she had been placed in detention that time, as was this reason. back in sophomore year she had helped a friend cheat on a math test. her math teacher was pyscho about every little thing. she would make her students sign their homework and say that they didn't have any help. 'it's all about being independent,' her teacher had said. leah had always been pretty decent at math, so she was one of the first to hand in her test that day. she wasn't one to normally cheat, but as time ticked on, more and more people had handed in their test. all but her friend who was sitting only a foot away. her friend had about three questions left and time was close to up, so leah decided that she'd be the good person and help. it was what she did, naturally. her friend, for the last ten minutes had been quietly asking leah questions. sadly, leah was nearly deaf so she hadn't heard, and when she had heard (thanks to her hearing aid which only helped half of the time), she had ignored her. now that the tests were being collected in a very short amount of time, leah had whispered some of the answers after she did the math in her head, but she was caught. of course. how else would she have been sent to detention? that wasn't a large offense and it was a one time thing. so see, her one time detention trip was something minor. it would have to take a lot to land in detention at an insane asylum, and leah wasn't really that insane.
she was just schizophrenic, and a pyromaniac. just. leah slept walk, and had nightmares, and had a lot of other problems that had a tendency to happen a lot. this was the stupid offense that landed her in detention. she had been sleep walking. even when she didn't have nightmares, she would just get up and walk. at the time she had imagined she was back home in georgia. she was hanging out with her best friends at the town fair. yet something was drawing her closer and closer to the end of the dock and she didn't know how to swim. she remembered that night clearly, and somehow in had found it's way into the back of her mind. she had sat up in bed and began walking, the exact images moving silently before her eyes. she didn't really know what it was that had attracted her to the edge of the pier. all she knew however was that one minute she was breathing the next, she was fighting waters, trying to keep her head above water. she was kicking, and flailing her arms now, both in her head and in real life. she wasn't touching the bottom of the ocean, but she was getting close to it, sinking farther down and down, holding her breath all the while. then she was on the ground and a voice echoed far too real to be her friend - the one who had saved her (it was quite an embarressing experience). 'get up,' the voice had told her, 'get up and follow me.' leah had only then just realized that she wasn't on the sand, wasn't underwater, but on the tile rug of one of the hallways with a large guard looming above her. when he had seen her he had tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen, then he grabbed her, and she began fighting. she realized that all of the events in her dream had matched up perfectly to the guard incident. perhaps she was somehow in sync with reality while she was asleep. maybe she had subconsciously decided to get herself caught. yeah, right. she definately did not do that. it just so happened that this time she had gotten caught unlike her many other times. most of the staff knew what to do with a sleepwalker, but this guard hadn't and he also hadn't seemed to realize that she was terribly hard of hearing.
that was what led her to sitting on the floor of detention on the small bed that was provided for overnight stays like this. however, it was very uncomfortable. it was a twin size bed, if not smaller, and it had a cold, shiny metal frame with squeaky springs. the mattress was the cheap kind that was only a few inches thick and had thick plastic surrounding it. there was a flattened, over used pillow, and a thin blanket. clearly the staff at the asylum didn't care much for their rule breakers. leah wasn't a rule breaker however, she was just a sleep walker who happened to run into a guard that clearly didn't have common sense. that guard had then taken her by the arm and threw her in detention. she didn't hear the keypad as he pressed the buttons. however, she watched intently, memorizing parts of the code. she felt the guard's glare and then looked up giving him a look a little kid might if they were caught doing something bad, but wanted to look cute to try to get off of the hook. then he shoved her into the room where it was pitch black. she couldn't hear him re-lock the door, but she was certain he had. even if he didn't, she supsected he would sit outside of the door at least for a little bit, just to make sure she didn't try to escape. because she was right beside the door, she tried the handle. just as she had thought. he locked her in the dark detention room. only then did she remember that the darkness wasn't from having her eyes closed, but rather with them wide open. with her poor hearing, and now barely any sense of eyesight, she felt like a less extreme helen keller and she wondered how that wonderful woman had managed living like that.
leah felt along the wall in search for the light switch. she almost tripped over a chair, but caught herself. as she stood up, using the wall for a support, leah felt the light switch. why would people put a light switch so far into a room along a distant wall? she flicked it on and took a look around the unfamiliar room. the chairs didn't look to comfy, but neither did the make shift bed. she didn't trust sleeping in there, or even sitting on that bed, but it looked more inviting than the cold floor. reluctantly, leah too residence on the bed. she sat up straight and pulled her knees to her chest. hugging them there she rocked slightly, only for a few seconds before she rested against the wall. the squeak was very loud, but she only heard it as a very weak whisper of annoyance. leah wondered how long she would be there, how long the lights would last, if anyone was going to join her there that night or if she would be forgotten. the thoughts kept leah busy and led her to think about other things. as usual however, the silence was killing her. although she lived in silence half of the time, she generally had other things to keep her busy. and even when she couldn't hear she could communicate with sign language, so although it was quiet, it wasn't lonely. this silence, sadly, was both lonely and very, very quiet.
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