My Favorite Color is Red: Chapters 3 and 4

hapter 3 (maybe the most random of them all)

The scanner buzzled loudly and I could see the light coming towards me. I yelled incoherently,and was scared silly,but I couldn't move,I couldn't do anything. More straps were wrapped around the table so that I could hardly even move my neck.I awkwardly looked down at my toes and saw the scanner coming ever closer to my head.It made a deep rumbling noise that felt like It would cause me to be obliterated as soon as it passed over me.Closer and closer..my mind was in a million places at

once and I paralyzed in a state of panic. "I'm going to die" I thought.Then it

was coming towards my head,like a rocket taking off it slowly scanned my face,and my brain.At this point I was bawling and the monitor checking my brain waves started beeping uncontrollably.It scanned me atleast 3 times and then slowly powered off,and all information was transferred to a computer.I was relieved it was finally over,but was also very exhausted.My eyes closed slowly,and I found

myself in the deep void of sleep.I hadn't slept in days really.They assumed thatI got as much sleep as was healthy but I hadn't slept at all.I hadn't dreamed,or even had a nightmare.So it was a great relief to find myself sleeping at last. I was in a large empty room,a void with nothing in it at all.Then random images

shot through the floor and from the floor to the deep reaches of outer space. They were rapid like a slide show with a broken projector.Pictures of so many different things,my school,my friends,the flowers,the milk carton,the room,the scanner, the red..then my eyes abruptly shot open.I looked around and found I was in the quiet room I was in previously that day.I was free to use my arms now.My muscles were

stressed and aching,and I sat in a corner,and rocked back and forth,simply thinking.

It was then from the corner of my eye I saw a bloody decapitated head.It eyes bulged out slightly and it stared at me with only a few teeth.It's hair was scraggly and the nose was slightly smushed into it's worn face.After a few moments I tilted my head to get a better look.Then it was gone.I ignored the head's sudden departure and again thought silently to myself,staring at the walls.They seemed to have little buttons holding them together.Everywhere,little buttons."If I can find a loose one

maybe I can choke on it" I thought miserably.I picked the thread from the walls and stared blankly.Then I noticed the camera watching me carefully from the corner.It tilted and swerved on an axel and I could feel it zooming in on me.I wanted to rip it from the walls and stand up triumphantly.For once,I wanted to win the battle.I jumped on the back of my horse and it reared its legs up and whinnied.Then I, with my jousting stick charged towards the wall.My horse was killed by sharp spears and I was thrown off unmercifully,losing the tournament for good.A fast beat tune

popped into my head and I lay on the cold,plush floor singing quietly to myself a song no one had ever heard.

Chapter 4

It's not often we reap the benefits of having a life. When we consider being dead there's a quick realisation that there wouldn't be anything to do. But as I sat in that room cold,lifeless and utterly distraught I thought of nothing but my own death and current suffering. I wanted to sleep..I was so tired, but a panic attack driven by intense anxiety and the spontaneous direction of my fate was depriving me of that privelege. It left me to dwell upon negative thoughts..I curled up in a ball on the floor and wept softly until I heard a familiar noise. The viewing window on the door slid open and a pair of large green eyes looked in at me curiously. I immediatly stood up and stared back into them with the same amount of curiousity. "Stand back!" I heard a rough voice bark, and it didn't seem like it could of possibly originated from the owner of such delicate eyes. Yet I did as the voice commanded and flattened myself face first against the back wall; this routine turned to a habit whenever I heard the quiet sliding of the small window's door. My arms spread as if I was going to fly, I felt them being yanked violently behind my back,and locked together once more, then like a dog, lead from my cage through the door.

I slowly turned my head to find the owner of the lime green eyes and found it wasn't the person leading me to my doom at all. His was dark brown, with a hint of evil and an innate love for torturing others;it made him feel strong. As he marched me down the never-ending hall he mumbled about "how well the insane are treated" and that "every doctor in this damn place is too soft". I stayed silent and ignored him.

It was directly behind me I heard the footsteps of a tall man with sticky shoes. They made an annoying rhythmic noise as he stride so perfectly behind me. It was like Newton's cradle, a pendelum..the orbiting of 2 stars around eachother. He was a dark haired man with a look of sympathy upon his tanned face,intelligent but not a braggart from the looks of him. He wrote on a small clipboard as he walked and for a moment we looked at eachother.Though short lived, it seemed those glass-like eyes were full of strength and understanding,his dark hair rested on his face gently and a noticably large bruise began to develop on his pointy nose.

No ID or badge of any sort was around his scrawny neck so I decided to nickname him Green-Eyes. As I was lost in thought the rough man yanked my hands and made me spin forward so that my face was only 2 inches away from a wall. Suddenly, he let go of my hands and took a tight grip on my head and unmercifully slammed my head against the wall..once twice..three times and until I could count no more. I heard people screaming but the room began to spin and my eyelids began to flutter at the sight of my own blood splattered against the wall. I must have passed out for atleast half an hour..I heard people talking.. "you seen the way she looked at him,this maniacal look in her eyes, this insane gleam, this look of hate" "I thought she was going to surely kill him" "it's a good thing he stopped her before it was too late"

I gathered all my strength to push myself up off the floor, I groaned and found my hands still bound together and blood dripping down my forehead and painted on the wall and floor. It's strange how some can look at others blood and somehow not be effected, but when ones own is shed it pulls at the strongest of us, especially when in excessive and deadly amounts..instead of expected sympathy I was dragged by my feet now to the closest open room. I heard visitors screaming at the site of blood and having their loved ones "living in conjunction with that heartless killer". After being brought to my feet I was pushed into a chair and the door slammed loudly behind me.

Still a little dizzy I tried to make out where I was. It seemed to be a small office with books lining the shelves of every wall and marble busts of notable philosophers and writers scattered about appropriately. A blurry face began to appear behind the desk,and though at first the facial features weren't yet in focus one thing stood out distinctly..a bright large pair of eyes peering at me with the utmost interest. I slumped back in my seat..it was Dr.Green-Eyes.