Post by Yonaka Hinasaki on May 12, 2009 5:40:36 GMT -7
Yonaka was still confused by what had happened. In the middle of the night, he kept hearing pounding sounds from the left side of his room. It wasn't the normal nightly noises of the asylum, where people who were willing to risk their jobs or progress in therapy to have a little fun could be heard. No, this was different. It sounded more sinister. He felt like a little kid as he sat up straight and listened to the footsteps as they left the room next door. They were so close... What were they doing out there?
People thought that Yonaka was stupid, that no one would ever believe him if he told. And about the last part, they would be completely right. He was like the punching bag for the guards, and he was afraid that much worse was happening. He crept over and opened his door. Because he wasn't a threat they didn't bother locking him in, they let him be prey to the guards if they so chose to confront him. But for now it was a good thing. He saw it, they carried a body bag from the room next door. Yonaka gagged, then shut the door hard.
It was the next morning now, and still Yonaka was wondering whether or not he had imagined it or not. He wondered too if he was going to be next. If they were moving down the rooms or something like that... He went to his corner of the recreation room and took out a book. He had read this same book three times, but no matter how often he asked Yokchi to bring him something new he would promise but never deliver. Yonaka didn't care today. His eyes scanned the words without taking them in, and his face had taken on a ghostly shade.
People thought that Yonaka was stupid, that no one would ever believe him if he told. And about the last part, they would be completely right. He was like the punching bag for the guards, and he was afraid that much worse was happening. He crept over and opened his door. Because he wasn't a threat they didn't bother locking him in, they let him be prey to the guards if they so chose to confront him. But for now it was a good thing. He saw it, they carried a body bag from the room next door. Yonaka gagged, then shut the door hard.
It was the next morning now, and still Yonaka was wondering whether or not he had imagined it or not. He wondered too if he was going to be next. If they were moving down the rooms or something like that... He went to his corner of the recreation room and took out a book. He had read this same book three times, but no matter how often he asked Yokchi to bring him something new he would promise but never deliver. Yonaka didn't care today. His eyes scanned the words without taking them in, and his face had taken on a ghostly shade.