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When it rained, it poured, and it was pouring inside of her soul, the torrential downpour filling her being, green eyes looking ahead and not noticing the others that fill the crowded school corridors about her, lost in her own world and realm of reality. The day progresses much like any other, the same old routine to her, day in, day out, nothing but the same old shit...or was it?



Staring off into space, eyes forward while the teacher jots notes down upon the board, head slightly down, her hair falling forward to her face, she was lost in the chaotic spiral of thoughts in her mind, contemplating all that is around her, wondering silently to herself, brooding in her thoughts. -Is this real?- *Oh shut the hell up already, they will put you back in the bin otherwise* -Don't you ever leave? It's time I figured things out!- *HA! Everything around you is real, and your feet are slipping from the reality around you.* -Everything is not real though, all is something else, something of a bigger picture- Whirling in her mind, and battling with herself, she lifts her head when the teacher calls upon her, blinking up at her while no sound comes from her lips.



Pursing her lips together, the teacher turns to another child and asks the question, Dyn turning her attention back to the smooth but molested desk that is hers for the time being, reading the mundane writings of, ' I luv some1 special!' that do nothing but aggravate her and cause her thoughts to become even more hectic then what they are currently.



"This...is not real..." Murmuring this under her breathe, the class stops and looks at her, the children around her making weird gestures to the teacher, who in turn reaches down and picks up the phone reciever, pressing a tiny red button causing the schools fire alarm to set off. Murmuring into the phone, she places it back on its cradle and calling to the children to hurry up, Dyn grabbing her few precious belongings and slipping out of class and down the opposite hall she is supposed to go, head hung low, shoving her paper and pens back into the carrier that she wears around her shoulder, the purse seeming to be full yet isn't while she moves.



-This is so famaliar...like..this has happened before..- *Oh, for cryin' out loud, this is NORMAL, nothing is FAKE like you think it is* -Shut the hell up, I'm not going to listen anymore- *Suit yourself, just remember, you are the one that will go back into the nut house* Silence finally fills her mind while she shuffles down the hall, not paying attention to the men that suddenly appear behind her and shove her into the wall, crying out softly only to feel a prick in the back of her neck, and then.....



........the screen goes white once more.

The movie film turns slowly, reeling and shedding its light, numbers flashing upon the white screen, 5 4 3 2 1 and the screen cuts to a small and frail looking girl, eyes holding much more then one her age should, the depth of them seeming endless, the black and white image showing a crowded house in mayhem behind her, a lost expression planted firmly in the features of her sharp featured face, hands shoved in the hoodie in which she wears that is much to big, almost swallowing her whole, her hair falling behind her back while she watches, eyes taking in all, but doing little and saying nothing while the activity is heightened behind her, much like a video being fast forwarded to skip to the better parts, but she remains the same, unmoving, unaffected by what is playing out behind her, standing out in the crowd, lifting her hands up to a empty audience in a gesture seeming to be calling for help.....



......The screen flashes white while the black and white image disappears from the view, replaced by a clearer and sharper picture than the black and white that once played across the screen, the hall fillled with people screaming, and white dressed well established people talk to them, some holding the people back, fast forwareding again and falling upon the girl who looks out the window this time, the bars holding her in place, the chaos behind her going unnoticed. A elderly woman throws her bed pan full of feces and urine on a white coat person, screaming at them in what seems to be many a harsh profantity while the girl does nothing, a woman walking and chattering to her, eyes darting around the room while she speaks in incoherent sentences, shifting from left foot to right foot, holding her hands to her chest, while the girl speaks so softly, it can barely be heard, " ...This..is not real.." Booming with laughter, the woman beside her rears up, a chaotic shift happening while she brings her hand down upon the girl, and when her arm passes over her face, the old womans face shifts into a demon of sorts, fangs barred, many mouths covering the face, eyes opening and closing everywhere, howling in rage while the girl is knocked to the floor, unconscious while the woman pulls her arms back to her side, her face shifting back to the normal womans face it was so many minutes ago, the people in white rushing forward to help the ailing girl, while the lady laughs....and the screen cuts to white.....



.....Bright lights of an operating room appear, feeling and seeming as if someone just woke from a surgery, the faces of masked people looking down from all around, eyes flickering to the side, the glint of silver appearing upon the walls.....the screen flashes white......



.....looking down upon a table, you see the girl, the doctors working steadly upon her, placing in thick, long needles through the flesh upon her arm, blood running down while her eyes look ahead and seem to pour into everyones soul, pain, anguish, fear playing across her face, but says nothing, her bottom lip quivering, and a single tear rolls down..and the screen goes white...



...Looking over the land in front of her, staring out from her bedroom window, her white curtains billowing in the wind, watching with unanimated eyes. People move behind her as she seems not to notice and brushs her hair from her neck, several tiny marks and bruises seen while they insert the needle..and push the plunger. Finishing their job, they slip from the room, leaving nothing bothered while she blinks slowly, her eyes becoming animated and full of life, though holding a bone chilling look, as if she knew more then she let on, and seeming as if someone would drown in the sorrow that pours from them. Taking a shaky breathe, she places a hand on the window. "DYN!!! TIME FOR SCHOOL!!! GET YOUR HAPPY ASS DOWN HERE!!" Blinking slowly, she turns and moves across the room, grabbing her books and her purse and slips it around her shoulder, looping it so it is on one shoulder but settles on the opposite hip, moving silently out of the door. And.....



...this time there is no screen. The doctors watch from above, watching through the sky colored glass at their feet, watching the girl walking out the door of the 'house' and into the daylight, shuffling her feet while the 'street' fill with 'people' that are nothing but actors, while the doctors jot down notes on their legal pads, grinning maliciously.