Mad Love
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Thread Topic: Mad Love
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((Expanding this because I can and I got up early xD))
Garrison waited for another response. The image in the ground in front of his chair was flat, a simple black silhouette of a man. Almost like a shadow, but there was no body casting it. It wasn't the only one, though. There were others of these shadows. They moved across the ground silently, lurking. Some of them were familiar shapes; a cat, dog, or a little girl. Others were obviously unreal creatures, with hunched backs and spines poking up from their backs. Yet, the images didn't frighten Garrison at all. He was perfectly used to seeing them.
In fact, he was convinced they were real. No one else ever saw them. Even people with the same problem of hallucinating never saw the same things he did. Like when the shadows rose from the ground, huge beasts that snarled and snapped at him. He would scream and panic, but the other patients would only ignore him, as if there was nothing there.
The shadows weren't the only things he saw. When he walked, a blue rabbit would appear in front of him. Look at him curiously, then hop ahead of him in midair, as though leading the way to wherever it was Garrison wished to go.
But at the moment, he was only seeing the shadows on the floor. When the glass door slid open, he turned his head away from the ground suddenly, looking to see who the doctors would come dragging in. "Fun, fun. Outside the door, lookit that. I'm going to get out there sometime." -
Sorry I got bumped off XD)
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((That's fine cx))
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*has no idea what to write* XD)
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((Well he could just be walking in with doctors and be all handcuffed and stuff xP))
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"It seems as if I am going into a mental hospital." Cameron said with a slight laugh. Two doctors were escorting him inside, handcuffed and all. To Cameron the handcuffs were a huge hassle and weren't needed, and the voices agreed with him. The voices would come in all different tones. Such as a little girl, an army soilder, but some where just..there. They never directed him what to do, they were just..present. A laugh or two was common, but never a word. He was in complete alliance with these voices and always would be. They often had long conversations when they were alone, some happy, but mainly dark, chilling words were spoken.
Some would indeed call Cameron an insane murderer. He just liked to call himself a different loyalist. They just didn't understand how much he lived for the voices in his head, they were all he really had. They had stopped him from suicide in his early teens, they had comforted him when he felt the grief from his "crimes."
He didn't like to think of them as "crimes", either. He prefered to explain them as actions. He did act, didn't he? The voices said that what he did was a complete show of loyalty, and that everyone was pleased with him. He continued to laugh, imagining what he could gain from showing his loyalty again.. -
Garrison watched the trio that entered, that first brought the man to the desk. After a moment of the doctors talking to the nurse at the desk, they sighed, removed the handcuffs, and left. Of course, as usual, they locked the door to the outside after they left.
"They don't lock it in between," Garrison chimed to the floor man. The shadows moved up to the man who'd entered, a dog and a cat circling the ground at his feet. Garrison watched them, staring at the new man. -
Cameron frowned as the voices said hideous things about the place he was in. He shook his hands, which were, of coarse, newly freed. He smiled, liking the feeling. He didn't like it when the handcuffs constricted his blood flow, it made him feel dizzy, and, frankly, angered them.
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Garrison watched the dog and cat circle his feet for a moment, before dropping to the ground on his hands and knees. He crawled across the floor, until he reached the stranger's feet where the cat and dog were. "They like you. They want to play," he stated, staring down at the ground.
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Cameron nodded, not saying anything. The voices, of coarse, yelled at him terrible things about this man. Cameron hated when they did this, it clogged his thinking. Sometimes they would go on doing this for hours, often saying terrible things about himself, yelling at him to "get better", or "prove his loyalty" or even, "change for the cause." Cameron did his best to ignore them, but they were so loud, so angry..
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"Do you see them? Can you see them?" Garrison urged, pointing hurriedly at the ground and looking up at the new man. "The shadows, and can you hear them? The voices? They talk," he stated.
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The voices continued to be yelled at by his voices, which made him cringe terribly. "I indeed wish I could see them." Then looked at the man, somewhat confused. "Which voices? There are many." He questioned in pure wonder.
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"All of them!" Garrison urged. "The ones that talk all of the time. The man and the dog and the cat and the girl..." He listed.
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"I hear myraid voices. Girls, men, women. Some are just there, however.." Cameron responded simply, his hands at his sides, lightly tapping his hips.
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Garrison smiled. To him, this meant that he wasn't the only one who heard the voices. He jumped up, standing, and rushed to the first nurse he saw. "He hears them too, I'm not crazy, I get to leave!" He announced, taking her by the shoulders. Much to his dismay, this only resulted in her screaming, and a bigger guy descended upon him, forcing his arms behind his back.
In a minute, they'd put Garrison in a strait jacket. He supposed he should have known this would happen, being as he grabbed a nurse. The shadows on the ground grew angry, rushing around in blurs and screetches.
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