Page 5 of Lolli-Gag
“You might want to sedate him. Inflicting pain by beating him is not going to do the trick,” I suggest, and the nurse nods, eyeing one of the guards.
“Come on, right this way you two,” she tells us and we follow past the clown's room, who I catch spinning and giggling by the window. She’s so weird, but yet, I need to know more. Lucifer’s laughter takes me out of my thoughts, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“You have white stuff on the tip of your nose and chin,” he tells me, and I grit my teeth. I don’t like being dirty. My skin crawls just knowing that bit of information.
“You just couldn’t help yourself. Same ol’ Lucifer,” I spit, and he laughs again.
“Yep,” is all he says as the nurse points him to his room and then mine directly across the hall. I feel eyes on me and glance over my shoulder to see the mute kid eyeing me. I stare at him longer than I should, but he doesn’t cower, he just simply looks away and walks into his room. I wonder why he’s mute. All these people here fascinate me. I never knew coming to an institute that I would find so many people who need repair. Maybe that Master guy is right. Maybe I do belong here. For the first time in a long time… I actually feel at ease and that’s saying a lot.
“Lunch is in two hours. Stay in your rooms until then,” she tells us, and I walk into my room. White walls, white sheets, white everything. Just the way I like it.
Screaming
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It starts small. It always does. The humming won’t stop tonight. Not the walls. Not the lights. Not the people. Too many sounds, too many eyes, too many breaths in the same space.
“Make it quiet,”Jethro whispers.
“I’m trying,” I whisper back, pressing my palms over my ears, but it doesn’t help. It never does. Nicholas from across the hall laughs then screams loudly. His voice echoes through the entire place. This is every fucking night. My head snaps toward him. But other screams from down the hall increase, and I shut my eyes, wanting it to stop.Brielle. I’d know her screams from anywhere. I get out of my bed and standing in my doorway is Nicholas with a far away look in his eye.Why didn’t the guards lock the doors tonight?
“Him. That one,”Jethro states, and I nod. Nicholas grins when he sees me. I have no makeup on. Which only makes me feel vulnerable and angry as fuck.
“Clown girl gonna cry?” he snarls, and I smile. My skin stretching too far and too fast.
“No,” I say softly as I tilt my head down, narrowing my eyes at him and making sure I look as crazy as I feel. The room tilts and the noise warps as everything narrows down to him. Just him.
“Make it quiet,”Jethro encourages. My body moves before I decide to. Nicholas’s grin falters just a little as I get closer to him. He doesn’t move an inch as I inhale his face, then neck and chest like a creature in the night seeking out her prey.
“Say it again,” I taunt, and he opens his mouth.Wrong choice.
Raising my hands, I dig my nails into the creases of his mouth and pull, ripping the skin right down the middle of his lips. He screams again but doesn’t move. It’s like someone is holding him in place as blood sprays against my face and coats his teeth. I smile, licking my lips as a giggle escapes my throat. His eyes widen, and I rip his flesh apart until I can see the bone of his chin and the bottom of his nose. His eyes are transfixed on mine as I keep digging my thumb nails into the meaty plump muscle of his inner cheek. Tears stream down his face and I lean in to lick them one by one, then spit them in his eyes.
“Looks like you’re the one crying. Now, if you don’t mind shutting the fuck up so the rest of us can get some sleep, that would be greatly appreciated.” I giggle then shove his face away and lick my fingers.
“Such a good girl, my little Honeycomb,”Jethro praises, then I climb into my bed, close my eyes, and take a deep breath.Finally, fucking silence.
Heat, milk, heat, milk, heat, milk. “Get in the oven you ungrateful waste of space,” she yells, shoving me into the small oven.
“Please don’t. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good. Don’t hurt me,” I beg, and she smiles.
“It’s a little too late for that.”
Slam. Slam. Slam.
Heat. Milk. Heat. Milk.
My eyes fly open as the sun beams through the windows, blinding me momentarily.Shit! It was just a dream.
“He came in here while you were sleeping,” Jethro chimes in.
“Who?” I ask, and he huffs.
“Surgeon boy. Killian. I don’t fucking like him,”he states, and I roll my eyes.
“You don’t like anyone,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“That’s not true. I like the mute boy. He’s very loud in his head but he doesn’t look at you like he wants to eat you,”he states, and I giggle.
