Dialogue Colour; pastel blue || Location; Asylum
"I don't even know anymore. I used to. I had grand plans. Now, I can't even get past the swirling darkness in my brain long enough to land on anything."
Dark. Dark and quiet. Dark and quiet and comfortable. Lucy's dry eyes fluttered open, the delicate eyelids cracking. She must have been out for a good few hours. By the awful taste in the back of her throat and the restraints around her wrists to her bed, she must have flipped again. Lucy couldn't really remember anything from the moment she sat down next to Stella on the bed. Either way, she felt good right now. Mellow and chilled, which could only mean that they tranquillized her. Lucy propped herself up on her elbows and blew the hair away from her face. She stank. She needed a shower pronto.
"Hey...HEY! NURSE!" she yelled, causing the on guard nurse to fling the door open in a panic. "Please...i'm okay. Can I just...can I go for a shower please?" The nurse disappeared, then emerged again with a small silver key. She released the locks on the cuffs and handed Lucy a little caddy with some shower products and sponges. Lucy smiled meekly, rubbing her wrists. She'd been here less than 24 hours and had a meltdown already.
Gathering her thoughts, Lucy padded barefoot through the hall and back to the common room, where she had to pass through to get to the showers. She spotted Stella and flushed. I wonder what happened... she thought to herself as she scurried through and into the shower block.