Post by Ace Finn on Aug 14, 2012 18:38:25 GMT -5
Ace woke up in a bed. It was a hard, sparsely blanketed one, not much more than just a hard cot, but a bed nonetheless. And someone was grabbing him. He screamed shrilly, only hearing his own echo. When he looked around, he saw that no one was grabbing him; his wrists were tied down to the bed. In vain, he tugged at them, panic rising and spreading as he realized it was completely useless. "NO!" he screamed, his body twisting and pulling, "NO! HELP!" Instinctively, he yelled out for his mother. But she didn't answer; of course not. She couldn't. She was dead. Then he cried out for the only other person who could help him: "Nate! Nate, help!"
But Nate wasn't here, either. Ace didn't know that he had been and that he'd just narrowly missed him. If he'd have known that, it would have been so much worse. Although, he didn't know how it could be worse than this.
He finally yelled himself hoarse, and his screaming turned to shaking sobs that rocked his entire body. He'd given up pulling on the straps that held him to the bed. He wasn't getting out of here, he knew that now. He didn't know where he was, but there was only one place he could be, he figured. Only one place did they tie people down to their beds. He was in an asylum; he was suddenly sure of that. But why did they have him tied down? Had he ... attempted again? He didn't remember. All he remembered was being on an island, looking for Nate, even though he knew he wasn't going to find him.
What if the island was all a dream, he thought? What if he had never been there, but he'd been playing it out as if he had been... was that why they had him strapped down now? Was this still the same hospital? If it was, where was Nate? Wouldn't they let Nate see him? Why not?
His head fell back on the pillow and he looked at the ceiling, looked right into those bright fluorescent lights. When he closed his eyes he could still see their imprints. He thought about Nate, wondered where he was, and what he was doing. Was he trying to see Ace? He hoped so. But here, Ace's heart was breaking all over again, torn away from the boy he loved more than anything and everything in the waking world. Maybe the psychs had figured that out and only wanted to take him away from Nate, to prevent them from loving each other because that was strictly against the rules. His tears started falling anew. That's what had to have happened, either that, or he'd made good on his words to Nate and actually tried to commit suicide again, and just couldn't remember.
But that didn't explain the island. What was the island, and why had he been there? Was it a hallucination, all of it? The pirate and that girl, just hallucinations and voices coming from a mind facing certain death? Yes... that sounded plausible. So he'd attempted suicide, and hallucinated the island. And now he was in a room where he could be kept away from himself, as much as a person could be. Nate had to be around somewhere, hopefully trying to come and see him. Ace wanted to see him, more than anything. He needed to apologize for what he'd done; Nate could have lost him. Ace didn't want Nate to lose him, not particularly. He only wanted to lose himself, which was what drove him to do what he did.
And now he was paying the price for it. "I'm sorry, Nate," he whispered to the air.
But Nate wasn't here, either. Ace didn't know that he had been and that he'd just narrowly missed him. If he'd have known that, it would have been so much worse. Although, he didn't know how it could be worse than this.
He finally yelled himself hoarse, and his screaming turned to shaking sobs that rocked his entire body. He'd given up pulling on the straps that held him to the bed. He wasn't getting out of here, he knew that now. He didn't know where he was, but there was only one place he could be, he figured. Only one place did they tie people down to their beds. He was in an asylum; he was suddenly sure of that. But why did they have him tied down? Had he ... attempted again? He didn't remember. All he remembered was being on an island, looking for Nate, even though he knew he wasn't going to find him.
What if the island was all a dream, he thought? What if he had never been there, but he'd been playing it out as if he had been... was that why they had him strapped down now? Was this still the same hospital? If it was, where was Nate? Wouldn't they let Nate see him? Why not?
His head fell back on the pillow and he looked at the ceiling, looked right into those bright fluorescent lights. When he closed his eyes he could still see their imprints. He thought about Nate, wondered where he was, and what he was doing. Was he trying to see Ace? He hoped so. But here, Ace's heart was breaking all over again, torn away from the boy he loved more than anything and everything in the waking world. Maybe the psychs had figured that out and only wanted to take him away from Nate, to prevent them from loving each other because that was strictly against the rules. His tears started falling anew. That's what had to have happened, either that, or he'd made good on his words to Nate and actually tried to commit suicide again, and just couldn't remember.
But that didn't explain the island. What was the island, and why had he been there? Was it a hallucination, all of it? The pirate and that girl, just hallucinations and voices coming from a mind facing certain death? Yes... that sounded plausible. So he'd attempted suicide, and hallucinated the island. And now he was in a room where he could be kept away from himself, as much as a person could be. Nate had to be around somewhere, hopefully trying to come and see him. Ace wanted to see him, more than anything. He needed to apologize for what he'd done; Nate could have lost him. Ace didn't want Nate to lose him, not particularly. He only wanted to lose himself, which was what drove him to do what he did.
And now he was paying the price for it. "I'm sorry, Nate," he whispered to the air.
