Snippet #1654451

Eyes shut. Darkness. A nice white-walled room gone ignored. There were no walls in an open mind. No such thing. If someone were to look inside the window on the door of the room, they would be able to see a boy, practically blending in with the surroundings. They would see that, despite the constriction and pressures and worry of never leaving this place, he was laying there calmly with a soft smile on his face. They should--but might not--notice the sigh that left his lips, showing signs of pure contentness, but a wavering expression on his face that showed he really wasn't enjoying himself as much as he probably wished he could. If they bothered to listen in and put a nosy ear to the door, they would hear the faintest sounds of music playing.

They would probably feel confused. Clear frowned and the music stopped. The hammock he was laying on stopped swinging from the nonexistant trees it was attached to. There was no music player, no radio--nothing that could be making the sound. Eyes open. Lights on. Doors swung open. Clear fell from the hammock, that then disappeared, and landed on the padded ground with a small thud, wincing from a mix of pain and surprise. He didn't say a word. There was silence. But it was different than usual. Instead of the usual calm, uncaring sort of silence that commonly passed through those empty asylum halls, this one was eerie, foreshadowing, dangerous. It was telling him not to make a move. He held his breath.

Then stood from the floor, tentative and unsure. The door was open? The door never opened. He'd been here five years and the door hadn't opened once except for the time he was thrown inside--and he doesn't even remember how that happened, since he'd been asleep at the time, but he just figured that's how he got in the room. It's not right. Clear just stared at the door like a lost idiot, the only thoughts passing over his mind being, The door is open. He couldn't be sure. How could he be sure? Nothing was ever sure in the asylum. Well, except for the fact that his powers were gone a week ago. Taken from him. Not completely, of course, but the majority of it. He remembered how big of a shock it had been when he was suddenly kicked out of his dream world. His world and no one else's! And someone he was taken away from it! He was still fuming about that. He wanted revenge--because that was the only thing he had. His world.

But that was besides the point right now. The. Door. Was. Open. Right there. Clear as...well, as his name! It was obvious. But was it sure? "Who cares?" he said, his voice just above a whisper. With a hesitant step that grew into an excited stride, Clear was at the door's edge. Without a second thought, his foot was out the door. He was out of the room, he was free. ...It didn't feel any different. Frowning, Clear wondered if there were others. Then again, he hardly cared. He just wanted out of here. He wanted to see what else was around here. Starting down the hall, not as hesitant this time, but awed, his eyes were glued to everything but the path in front of him. A strange whispering sound came from around the corner and he paused, wondering if it might be 'others.' Whoever the 'others' might be. He couldn't be alone in this large place. Could he? The whispering proved otherwise.

Clear curiously turned the corner, just to see, but stopped from what he was met with. Bug-like creatures, black and shadowy--things that he certainly could not imagine. They unnerved him and he took a step back, but they had already taken notice of him. "O-oh, uh..." he trailed off. What could you say to a creature without...a creature like this? This was something he'd never seen before. Of course he couldn't imagine it. He wouldn't of known how. In subconscious defense, five multi-colored music notes appeared around his head, floating there as uselessly as ever. There was no point to them. The creatures' chatters only grew and the next thing Clear knew he was running down the hall, the creatures giving close chase after him, and the music notes following behind the creatures. This was no illusion.