{Kiss the Rain} //open!

[Hayden Love]

Hayden Love made sure that none of the staff were either watching him or following him as he made his way down the hall to the music room. He had had more then enough of their bull for one day. His counseling session had gone worse then the last one and now he was feeling completely and utterly hopeless. As though there was absolutely no chance of him ever living to see the free world again. The world where no one was called 'crazy' or 'insane' in the litteral sense. The world where your only real worries were whether or not you would pass your next math test, not whether or not you would live to see another day, avoid being killed by someone with 'violent tendencies'.

But then again, Hayden reminded himself, he was one of the inmates labelled with violent tendencies. He had to worry about actually not killing someone. Which was so unlikely! Hayden couldn't even remember picking up the knife he had killed his father with, let alone stabbing him! He had his doubts he had actually done it. He was probably just here taking the blame for it. Anyone who had known Hayden before he had come here would probably agree that Hayden was far to shy and nervous to actually do something like that. (But behind his back they would tell everyone to beware of him when he was angry.)

Hayden arrived at the door that led to the music room, and with one last glance around him to make sure no staff was following his, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. To his relief and joy, he not only found the room empty, but he found a gorgeous baby grand piano sitting in the corner of the room. A smile tugged on his lips and he crossed the room and sat down on the smooth bench, running his fingers across the cool white keys. He had missed the feel of piano keys beneath his fingers. He hadn't had a chance to play since he had come here, which felt like years ago, when in reality, it was only a few months. Months felt like forever when you couldn't do what you wanted though. He closed his eyes and placed his fingers in a familiar position on the keys and began to play one of his favorite songs.

As he pressed the white and black keys, he remembered all of those times back home when he would practice playing this song over and over again until not only he had it memorized, but he could play it with his eyes closed and not miss a note. He remembered sitting at his new piano and playing it until he could hardly keep his eyes open, he was so tired. He grinned to himself as he continued to play. At this point, he probably wouldn't even notice if someone came in and started beating on the drums. He was absorbed in the music.

Words?499
Muse? eh. Here's a link to the song though (: Kiss the Rain

[Eileen Kannton]

Eileen Kannton had thought that this was all for her own good. That's what those men had made it seem like. Her crazy stepfather had been abusive and had hurt her mother and even herself. It was obviously the reason that she had been whisked away to this nice place with Sally and kept under surveillance. Her stepfather was gone, but they were making sure she was okay.

Well, that's what it had seemed like.

Within moments of being there, Sally had tried to warn her of their real intentions. They thought it was wrong that she and Sally were talking and that Eileen was insane. It was wrong that she could hear that girl talking in her head and converse with her. Eileen knew that those nutters had it all wrong. There was nothing wrong with her friendship with Sally and her friends. Absolutely nothing. It was back to keeping everything secret per Sally's orders. She and her friends were absolutely silent when in the same room as other people. Eileen knew that if they talked, she would talk back and then the weirdoes would think she was truly insane.

She wasn't. That she was sure of.

The soft patter of her feet running down the hallway could hardly be heard as she whispered impatiently to Sally. Everything in her latest session had been absolute crap. She wasn't even sure of most of what that person had said to her. Sally listened quietly, occasionally reminding Eileen that she had been in the same room and that everything was going to be okay. So her temporary stay at Michigan State would be elongated a little. That could be dealt with. Being forced to go to those talk-a-thons with the creepy 'You just need help people' was seriously making her crazy. Her ramble stopped abruptly as she heard the sound of a piano mixing with her slowed steps. Sally muttered a quick response to her ended ramble, finalizing the conversation and letting Eileen mobilize again.

Stepping toward the door, she leaned against the door frame a moment just to listen. Her eyes slipped closed silently as she let herself let the music drown out all of Sally's friends’ voices. They were annoying sometimes... Sally was just as quiet as she was. The twinkling continued as she breathed in a shuddered breath, stepping back from her perch. Her head shook silently as she roused herself out of the trance, taking a step past the door. Now in being Eileen, she was clumsy in the worst moment.

Her shoe-lace caught under her other foot, the slight jolt sending her against the door and opening it with a slight rattle. Eyes widening comically, she shook her head quickly and took a small step back.

'Nice job, Eileen. You're wonderful at entrances..." Sally muttered, the slight giggles in the background driving her mad.

"Shut up, you guys," she muttered, her eyes darting to the ground. She didn't bother even trying to look up and explain herself. It's not like she was good with words anyway or even the whole contacting other people thing.

Oh yeah. She was screwed.

Words:: 523
Muse:: Eh, here and there. Nothing in particular.
Notes:: Sally is silent. She's only in Eileen's head. And hi. Hope this is okay.

[Hayden Love]

As he was holding the last chord of the song, Hayden sighed. Finishing a song always pulled him out of the dreamworld he would much rather spend his time in. Music to him was an escape, though he wouldn't tell that to many people for fear of being teased. He would have been teased for having a passion for the piano at his old school, and keeping it a secret had stuck with him even when he had come to Michigan State. Just as he was about to lift his hands off of the keys, the door to the music room came crashing open, and Hayden thought for sure that it would be some guard coming to bust him for something he didn't do. He jumped up, knocking the bench over in the process and held his hands up over his head.

"I swear to the gods that I didn't..." His words trailed off as he saw who had actually stumbled through the door, and this girl didn't look like a guard at all. She was actually quite pretty. She had blonde hair and pale skin. She hardly looked like she belonged here, but then again you couldn't judge a book by it's cover, because, if he looked closely, Hayden could see that this pretty girl was mumbling something to herself, and it seemed like a response to someone else, and Hayden hadn't said a word. Maybe she had a voice in her head. Not that he really cared, it wasn't exactly his business who the girl spoke to anyway, she just thought that it was kind of odd how people could actually have a conversation with someone who wasn't there and that no one else could see or hear. Didn't they think it was weird? God, he knew that he would. For one of the first times during his stay here, Hayden wa actually glad he was only here because he was violent. It was better then actually having some major disorder that screwed with your brain. Hayden had a pretty good idea of what he would be if he had a psychological issue, and that was dead. Unless those people actually liked the way they were. Now there was something he hadn't thought of before! Maybe they enjoyed being the way they were, and thought that everyone else was weird for not hearing a voice in their mind...It was fascinating, really.

Hayden then realized that all the while he was thinking those strange things, he had been staring at the girl who had come bursting into the room with an odd expression on his face. It was one of confusion, curiosity and a little bit of wonder. It was an strange sort of expression to have on your face, and the girl probably thought that he was completely retarded. He blushed slightly before giving a small laugh and smiling at her from across the room. " Uh, hey! I'm Hayden...Nice to meet you." He then turned back to the piano bench, which he had earlier tipped over. The seat had lifted up and to his dismay, he saw that it had been one of those benches in which your store your sheet music. Hayden groaned and began picking up all of the loose sheets. Did people really not use books anymore? God!

Words? 588
Muse? Boring....

[Eileen Kannton]

Eileen wasn’t good at the whole awkward situation thing. Ever since she could remember, that nagging feeling in the bottom of her stomach had her sick the moment it started. Even if it wasn’t awkward for the other person involved, Eileen tended to want to crawl in a hole and die. Her stomach was getting that feeling now. It was twisting uncomfortably as the boy stood up and a slight boom echoed through the room as the bench fell. Eyes drifting upwards for just a moment, she found herself simply staring back at him as he just… watched her. He looked kind of retarded, just standing there like that and gawked. She had nothing against people like that, but this was just making it worse for her. Why was he staring? Was there something wrong with her?

Well, physically that is. She knew that everyone here thought there was something wrong with her head. Sally and Eileen had gotten used to that fact within the short time they had been there. They’d talk all the time anyway, but around others they were quiet. Around others, they didn’t exist. Neither one of them would utter a word in the cafeteria or any other room. Chatter was all around them, but they played the silent game. It was actually impressive seeing as Sally was usually a pretty talkative person. The only annoying part was her friends. Their constant giggling and whispers had made Eileen snap in hushed tones more than once. At least three of those times, a shrink was around and asked if she would like to speak in private to them.

“No, I wouldn’t like to, thank you.”
“You’re very welcome and feel free to come chat anytime.”
“I will… not.”

But this isn’t about that… kind of. Back to the present.

Her mind reeled, trying to find a way out of this situation other than plainly running out the door and locking herself in a room. That would just make her seem like a total freak. How could she walk away from this boy unscathed and preferably without talking? She bit onto her bottom lips as she looked away from his gaze and shifted on her feet, her arms folding in front of her. It was a slightly defensive position, if you really looked at it. Her eyes were darting around nervously as her arms shielded her slightly. Feet movie once again, her eyes drifted to the floor once more, but only for a second. His voice interrupted her thoughts at that moment.

As she looked up and his words were heard, she couldn’t help but actually notice him a bit more. He was pale and thin, but neither were sickly looking. His raven hair looked… perfect. Perfect isn’t the usual way to think of another’s hair, but that’s what it seemed like. Eileen’s eyes darted around the room a moment before settling back on him and his smile. Looks like her preference didn’t matter. Speaking was the best option to get out of this. “H-hi, uhmm… I’m Eileen. You too,” she replied softly, taking a few hesitant steps forward and picking up a stray sheet that had drifted in her direction. A few steps later and she was on her knees next to the bo- Hayden. Her fingers picked the sheets up quickly, sorting out a few that were out of order or with the wrong papers all together. Glancing over at Hayden, she smiled slightly before setting back to the task. The sooner it was done, the sooner she might be able to leave.

Might was kind of the key word. Her uncertainty wasn’t helpful for her nerves and the racket that Sally’s friends were making was about to make her snap. Again. Shaking her head just slightly, Eileen mouthed the words, ‘Make them shut it, Sally, or I swear to God, I’ll-’ Sally cut her off with a laugh of her own and then chided her friends.

Those giggles were going to maker her go insane.

Words:: 670
Muse:: Iffy.
Notes:: The ‘I just woke up’ haze might have made this incomprehensible.

[Hayden Love]

Hayden hadn't really been expecting the girl to answer him, but he was glad when she did. “H-hi, uhmm… I’m Eileen. You too,” He shot a grin her way from his position on the floor before turning back to his work. Nowadays, he was shocked when anyone spoke to him. He thought that everyone would avoid him like the plague ever since the 'incident' with Holly in the social area. That couch had massive blood stains on it now, and Hayden could hardly begin to describe how he felt about what he had done to that girl. Ever since then he had been living in sort of a daze. He was going through the motions of life, but not feeling them. He had stabbed her for gods' sake and he hadn't even meant to. Now he truly understood why he wasn't allowed to leave this place. He was unstable. He was a monster. So, when the pretty girl, Eileen, responded, Hayden was happy. She probably doesn't even know about what you did, dumb ass. If she knew, she probably wouldn't have said anything and she would have just left the damn room. At those thoughts, his smile disappeared and it was replaced by a grimace that dominated his lips.

He tried to hide his discomfort and sadness when Eileen sat down on her knee's and began to help him gather the sheet music. He bit his lip when she smiled at him and he kept his sad eyes downcast. She didn't need to know about his problems, she probably had her own to deal with anyway. He knew from his time here that nobody really cared about what issues you may have, so it was best to just keep them to yourself. Even though he was looking away from her, he saw out of the corner of his eyes as she mouthed some words. Hayden could read lips, but not much. All that he understoof from the movements her pink lips made were 'shut it, Sally' and 'swear to God'. Sally? Last time he had checked, they were the only two people in the room and neither of them were named Sally. Then it dawned on him. Was Sally the name of a girl in her head? The one that she might have been talking to earlier? Hayden was a very curious kid, and even though he didn't want to pry in her business, he couldn't help but blurt out his next questions.

"Who is Sally? Do you not like her?" He turned his dark, curious eyes to the girl next to him. They were slightly narrowed, but not in a way that would seem menacing. More like a questioning way, but he knew that they still held traces buried sadness, he just hoped that the girl wouldn't notice. Hayden sometimes had very expressive eyes, and other times, he would make them as blank as a new sheet of paper. Only when he was sad did his eyes show much expression. Normally, the only was to understand what Hayden was thinking, was through his posture and how he spoke. "I...I'm sorry. You don't need to answer that. It's really none of my business." He looked away from Eileen quickly and turned his eyes back to the music strewn all over the floor. He saw a few sheets that he recognized and gently picked them up. "Fantasia..." Mozart's Fanasia in D minor. It had been one of his goals to learn how to play that song when he was at home. Home. That was where he wanted to be. He didn't want to be here anymore! Stuck in this asylum and called crazy! He felt a sudden swell of emotion and suddenly, a sob escaped from his lips and a few tears slid down his cheeks. He turned away from Eileen, though he knew that she had probably seen the tears. He wiped his eyes and put a small pile of papers back in the piano bench. Now was not the time to have a break down.

Words? 710
Muse? That many words? how?! I kind of like this post too. I don't know why though..