Snippet #1793978

There was nothing in sleep. Nothing but a lightless void with no sound or sensations, other than the heavy feeling of countless chains binding the mind from escaping into consciousness. Not that there was anything waiting for this particular mind in the waking world. Nothing pleasant, at least. Setsu was under the heavy sleeping drugs that kept nightmares away, they would mean disaster...More for whatever and whoever was around the young illusionist.

''Mhh...'' Setsu stirred, only semi-conscious still, his grey eye flickering open for a few seconds. He felt like a dead weight, feeling even more dizzy when he tried to shake his head clear. With a groan, his blonde head fell back onto the stiff matress that was mean to be a bed of sorts. The woman's voice was cold and he shivered, feeling his emotions and senses awaken begrudgingly slowly. The smell of disinffectants made him curl away from the door. It didn't make a different and Setsu was on the verge of falling back into sleep again before the phrase ''check-up'' pricked his mind.

''Oh no...''

Fear started to snap him from his daze. Setsu had a great imagination and he was glad that he had no chance to dream or else he would deffinitely have nightmares about this place...Like a frightened animal, Setsu pushed himself up and shuffled to the corner of the room, leaning against the cold surface. What a way to end up...from living an illusion on a stage to a god forsaken place like this...Setsu didn't know which was worse. So far, every person he's met didn't care about him and just when he thought his parents were the most servere, suddenly these strangers in white coats seemed eager to steal the spot/