I was laying in bed and this idea came to me... So I turned on some music and let my fingers fly freely... Enjoy...
I had lost count of how many days, weeks, or months I had been insde this white room. The only decorations were the flowers and gifts my friends had given me. Pink and white roses from Sakura. Daffodils from Naruto. Lilacs from my cousin, Neji, with a card saying 'The color of your eyes'. The butterfly plushie from Shino. The light purple puppy plushie from Kiba.
I smiled softly, sadly, as I looked around this room. I looked down at my hands, they were even paler than before I was left in this hospital room for treatment and observation. My light purple eyes were tired beyond my fifteen years.
My only escape from this room, this personal Hell, was my portable CD player and my CDs, my dreams, and the occasional five or ten minutes of being allowed outside.
I longed for the outside world right now. I truly did. It was nearly midnight, I wouldn't be allowed out, not in a million years. I shook my head, I had to get out.
I was stablized for the moment, not one sign of what kept me in this place showing. I had bruises on my thin, pale arms from where they had put IVs into my skin. I didn't have one in me right now, I made sure of it. I stood from the bed and stumbled slightly. It had been a while since I had used my legs. They were thin and pale as well. I was petite to begin with, but it had gotten worse. I shook my head, looking around for a ponytail holder, I found one on the table next to my bed. I slipped my long, thin, black-purple hair into the band in a low ponytail before looking for shoes. All I found were my old white sandals. I smiled softly, slipping them onto my feet. I was wearing a simple white tank top dress that came to my knees.
I took a look around my hospital room and then looked at the number on the door. 86. I documented it in the back of my head so I could get back before any doctor or nurse realized I was gone. I shut the door silently and made my way down the hospital hallway, making sure not to be seen or heard. I eventually made it out of the hospital, sighing with obvious relief.
I looked around, breathing in the fresh air without a little mask over my nose and mouth. I smiled softly, finding what I was looking for. It was a little swingset with only two swings on it. It was old, it had been there since I was little, when I first started coming to this hospital for treatment. I walked over and sat on one of the swings, my favorite one. It was blue. The one beside it was red.
I found blue to be a calming color and red to be a rather infuriating one. I didn't know why, it just came naturally to me.
I smiled softly to myself, my eyes closed as I swang only slightly. I knew the old swing creaked sometimes if it went too fast or too high, and I didn't want to get caught. I coughed slightly and my body shook. I shook my head. Not now. Do not start now. I wanted a little more fresh air before I had to hurry back. I coughed again, covering my mouth to stifle the volume of it. My eyes darted to each side to make sure no one was near me, then, I heard a voice.
"You should get back to bed..."
It was a male's voice, it held no emotion, no concern what-so-ever, yet, it calmed me and scared me at the same time. I looked to each side again and then looked up.
There, in front of me, was a male who looked no older than myself. He had black hair with a tint of blue, spiked in the back. His eyes were that of the darkest black and his skin was lighter than mine. He wore khaki shorts, a navy blue t-shirt, and a pair of blue sneakers.
I just stared up at him, lavender meeting onyx.
"Did you not hear me?" the boy spoke again, looking down at me from his standing position. "You should get back to bed."
I looked away, a light blush covering my cheeks. "I d-don't want t-to go back to b-bed..." I said softly, shocked at the weak sound of my voice. I hadn't heard it that much lately. I had no one to talk to. "I-I re-really don't..."
The boy scoffed and sat on the red swing, it was as if no one was there, like a ghost. "I didn't ask what you wanted to do. I said you should get back to bed." he said, rolling his eyes. His voice seemed amused and slightly annoyed. Odd combination.
I did not look up at him. I coughed once more, sending a wave of pain through my body. I covered my mouth to quiet down the sound, but also to block the red substance from falling onto the ground.
The boy seemed to have teleported from the swing to underneath a tree about eight yards away.
I pulled a kleenex from inside a small pocket hidden in my dress and wiped the blood off of my hand and from around my mouth.
He walked up to me once more, cautiously this time. He seemed to be hiding something. "Go. Back. To. Bed." he said, his teeth gritted together.
I heard what he said, but I couldn't move. The world around me started spinning and my eyes shut, expecting to hit the ground, but all I felt were cold arms around me.
This started out as a one shot, but I think I'm going to make it a multi-chapter. The first person to guess who the boy is gets whatever they want... Within reason, of course... And I'm sure everyone knows who our main character is... Well, R&R? Kthxbai.