Unplanned Night at the Asylum, Part 3. by Jim Morrison & Holly Rose Clearwaters. Jim eyed the girl, unsure as to whether she was real or just like the girl that ran through him. He shivered as he thought back to the ice cold feeling of the girl passing through him and shuddered, not the best experience of his life and not the worst but it ranked damn close. He looked again at the girl huddled in the corner, tucking herself further in as he stopped walking and lit a cigarette as he leaned on the wall. Watching the girl as he smoked his cigarette slowly waiting for what he was sure she was going to do which was get up and vanish, Jim finished his cigarette and dropped it casually to the concrete floor then stepped on it as he moved from his leaning position on the wall and slowly made his way to the girl. He decided the best course of action was to approach cautiously in case the girl did suddenly vanish or go for him or even if the girl was real he didnt want to frighten her. Crouching down in front of the girl Jim spoke in a soft, calm voice Hello, are you ok Miss? He asked looking at the girl, hoping she was real and not going to attack him or go through him. Jim tried to see if the girl had any cuts or was hurt in anyway but could not tell as she was curled so tightly in the corner, I am Jim Morrison I am a famous writer. He said calmly with a smile, I have no idea why we are here or where here actually is, I woke up in a room somewhere in this place. Holly pulled her legs closer, hugging herself as the air in the hallway drops drastically. The man seems not to notice the drop in the temperature; he casually continues smoking his cigarette. Hollys eyes widen when a tall blond woman appears in front of the man, half her face hidden under the long mane of hair. The woman studies the man for only the briefest minute and disappear when he flicks the cigarette onto the floor, stubbing out the embers when the toe of his boot. He leans down on his haunches at eye level with the petite blond; Holly could smell the scent of his cologne and cigarette. His words spoken softly while his eyes roamed over her face and body. Holly simply nods her reply. She listens to him introduce himself and she almost laughs at the thought of meeting a famous musician in a house of horrors. Uhh Im Holly sliding her back up the wall to stand Holly Clearwaters I had been out with a couple friends at a nightclub Im assuming someone spiked our drinks she shuddered as the memory of her friend returned I saw my friend Christina on a gurney Holly swallowed the lump in her throat and wiped the tears away with the palms of her hands I saw her with her skull peeled open, the man pushing the gurney He...He ...he said I should be in my room. I ran left my friend behind and ran. I dont know whats real or a figment of my imagination. Hesitating Holly reach out to touch Jims hand. He watched the girl slide cautiously up the wall and stand; she looked a little shaky on her feet. Jim got closer ready to catch her if she fell, Yeah I was out drinking at my club then woke up here. He replied scratching his head puzzled, looking up and down the corridors he wondered what was best to do next. Jim looked back at Holly and smiled It’s nice to come across someone alive like me he chuckled trying to make light of the situation. Listening to what the girl had to say he was shocked at what Holly had been through, I wasnt sure if you were real or not, I had a girl not long ago run right through me. Jim shivered at the thought of how it felt when the girl passed through him, Have you seen anyone else thats actually alive in here? He enquired hoping that she had, things were not looking good for them both. Lost in a place that they had no memory of how they got there and had no idea on how to escape, this nightmare had to end soon. Jim smiled softly as he took Holly by the hands; he gave her a light hug and held her up Nice to meet you Holly. He spoke softly, Just wish it was under different circumstances. Jim checked the girl over carefully with his eyes then looked at Holly, Are you ok Miss? Are you hurt anywhere? He asked concerned that she might be cut or worse, You saw your friend on a gurney? Where did they take her? He then stopped himself and chuckled, Sorry for all the questions.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 15:37:40 +0000
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