Skylah Lockwood's Story

Skylah sat down in the hallway. Knees tucked underneath her and face turned to the nearest barred window. Her eyes starring at the sky. How she wished she could lay on the grass and watch the clouds drift by. She wished she could just go home, and leave this place. She glanced back down the hallway as she heard a soft sound. A guy was roaming the halls he looked confused. She did not recognize him so she knew he had to have recently got here, and if that was the case the nurses and doctors were not far behind.

Skylah jumped up and slide down the hallway and into her room. She didn't want to see any of the doctors today. Or the nurses. The very thought terrified her. She sat against her faded blue wall near the doorway and glanced down the hall. Praying the doctors would not come down this way. Her heart pounding against her chest so hard she could almost hear the rapid beating in her ears.

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John Cassidy stepped into the hallway, readjusting his tie and making sure the papers wouldn't fall off of his clipboard. "Skyli... Skylae.. Skylah. Oh, Oh. Skylah." He chuckled to himself, figuring out how he should pronounce the name. John was on his way to find the patient named Ski- Skylah Lockwood to give her a new medication, and was hoping he would make a nice impression on the patient today. Her new medication was a little stronger than her last, to say the least, but he was hoping it would put a smile on her face.

John nearly missed her room door. He took a few steps back and prepared to knock on it, but he saw that the door was somewhat ajar. "Ms. Skylah, are you in there?" he asked curiously, grabbing hold of the door handle and opened her door wide enough for him to slip inside, then closed it behind him. "Hello again, Ms. Skylah. I've brought your medication this time, the one we discussed yesterday. It should help with your "Social Phobia"." John explained, pulling out a white bottle of Alprazolam (Xanax) and placing it on her bedstand. "Doctor says take two tablets daily, one when you wake up and another after lunch. Any questions?"He ended, holding the clipboard behind his back with his hands.

Skylah saw a shadow walking down the hall. As it nested she noticed it was one it was one of the nurses. She gulped in some air and prayed he would not enter her room. She had seen this guy walking the halls before and noticed that he had seemed nice. Yet he was one of them. He turned into her room and her heart dropped. He walked in and getting her before setting a new bottle if pills on her night stand. She simply turned her large eyes to him and stared. Nervous and unsure what to do.

The nurse spoke again and finished by asking if she had any questions. Skylah looked down for a second, deciding whether or not to speak. Finally she muster a weak and nearly audible response. "C-can I go home?" She mumbled turning her glance back to the nurse.

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The words that came out of her mouth almost broke John's heart. She sounded just like a child trying to find it's parents in the city. "I.. Yeah. Yeah, you can go home as soon as the doctors can find a way to.. to fix you, you can go home." John answered holding his clipboard close to his face. He hatted saying it like that, but it was true. She'd either have to leave in a coffin, or as a regular human being. And as to the present date, only one of those options was available to patients.

"But ah.. in the mean time, you can be visited by anyone you know. Is there.. someone you want to see?" John asked, trying to sound a little more comforting. "I can always call. All you have to do is give me a name." John gave her another smile and adjusted his balance. He began to get a little worried for himself and began to glance at the doorknob.

Skylah pulled her knees under her gowned and hugged them against her chest. "No." She said softly. Her heart sank. She wanted to leaved this place. She didn't need 'fixed.' Or did she. All that she could think about was returning home and curling up in her own bed. Her dog padding behind her and her mom smiling gentle just like it was before this. Her mom hadn't spoken a word to her since she was admitted. Skylah often hoped her mom would come back for her, hold her in the warmth of a hug, and then they would go home and pretend this never happened.

However why would she do that? Skylah knew her mom now feared her, no longer loved her.

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"..Alright then. If you change your mind, let me know." John replied with a nod. He really did feel bad for the girl- er, thing, hardly knowing how much she could be going through right now. She wouldn't open up to him, so it was hard for him to tell, but not having anyone to come and visit you must have felt pretty lonely.

John reached for the handle of the door, but stopped. He stood there silently for a few seconds, as if he was thinking of something he could do for her. "I'll be back tomorrow. Behave yourself, alright?" He chuckled again and finally left, leaving the door ajar on accident. He hardly payed attention to the scene in the hall, some patients and nurses talking and trying to take care of the creatures. His mind was focused on getting out on his lunch break a little earlier today.

Skylah watched John leave the room before she let put a soft sigh. 'Great more medicine.' She thought to herself. She let out another sigh and leaned against the cool wall and let her bare legs stretch out in front of her, her hair covering her shoulders as she tilted her head up to the ceiling. "If there is anyone up there," she mumbled to herself "I don't want to be alone anymore." She pulled herself of the floor and cautiously stepped towards her door carefully looking both ways before setting a bare foot on the tile floors.

She slowly crept down the hallway much like a mouse, glancing back and forth to make sure the doctor was not near. Finally she reached the main room.

Skylah glanced up and too her surprise it appeared as though she had walked in on a private moment. Tuesday and Ace where holding each other in what appeared to be more than a hug. Skylah let her eyes fall to the floor, unsure of what to do.

Skylah tilted slowly walked across the room and sat where Colette had directed her. Colette was not one skylah wanted to piss off. She glanced up sheepishly at the tall powerful vampire. "Yes?" She said softly. "You needed me?" Her blonde hair fell over her eyes as she concentrated on her hands which where neatly folded on her lap.

Skylah thought for a while before she spoke. "I ...I don't know." She admitted. She tried to recall the name of her maker but it was all fuzzy. She couldn't even remember a face. One night she went to bed a normal girl and work up in a gutter as a vampire. She shock her head and looked up at Collete "I don't know my maker and I know nothing about the new guy. I haven't even spoken to him" she said.