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MISTAKEN
by AxisofAllies
Cecilia "Ciel" Volkov watched as the clock ticked by slowly, the seconds barely oozing away with each tick and tock from the tiny red hand that mocked her clicking impatient nails. The world was moving rather too slowly for Ciel's liking and her fingers, painted in a white colour, gripped the cold white bed sheets beneath her as if they were the only things that kept her anchored to the planet.
She knew she was sane. She was one hundred percent positive on it and goddammit, she would bet her soul to prove herself right. The problem was that her parents and the doctors and the world did not believe her. The words, bouncing freely as if without care, echoed through her skull and Ciel gripped her blonde hair, tugging and twisting till the roots begged to be yanked free from her scalp.
"Daughter.." "Schizophrenia.." "Insane.." "Psychopathy.." "Medications like Risperdal, Latuda.."
She knew she was not crazy. Ciel knew it. They had said she had schizophrenia since she was a child but just because the world could not see what Cecilia could, did not mean that she was wrong, that she deserved to be drugged, turned into a living zombie. That... That thing that followed her! It was not just imaginary!
The door opened and Ciel looked up expectantly, green eyes wide with alertness, waiting for the news that could unchain her from this damn hospital and these meds that were bitter with lies and disgrace. A doctor, dressed in a white coat and decorated with tools, smiled brightly at her like a clown.
She hated clowns.
"Hello, Cecilia! How are you today? You're looking mighty pretty if I may say!" the doctor grinned foolishly.
"My name. Is. Ciel." the blonde said in a monotone, eyes narrowed into dagger-like slits, teeth gritting dangerously. "Only my parents call me 'Cecilia'".
"Is that so? I am so sorry, Ciel." the white-coated man waggled a finger playfully. "The meds are working, I assume?"
"Of course." she lied, watching a shadowy figure just in the corner of her eye waver. "I don't need them though."
"You know you need them. Imagine if you weren't! Things would be a lot more stressful." he sighed, shaking his head. "Hey, have you seen the newest episode of Dr. Who? I heard you like that show..."
Ciel felt her heart beating faster as the shape danced teasingly between her line of vision and an area behind her where she could not watch it, chills rippling down her spine like some asshat had decided to slip a bundle of icicles down her back. Her will was a solvent and fear was her solute, meshing together until the two would eventually collide in a clash. Talons dug into the soft flesh of her side and she bit her lip until it bled before she looked back at the doc.
The ass was ranting about whether the answer to life was forty-two or not, back toward her, as his fingers pecked at a keyboard.
Hey, Ceci. Ceci. Play with me, Ceci! C'mon!~
The hairs on the back of her neck were solider with their backs a solid slab of wood. The voice was malicious and musical, the same voice that was the sole constant in the blonde's life. A wet lapping behind her made Ciel jolt.
"So, Ciel, are you walking home or are you being picked up..?" the professional questioned.
"Um, I... I'm kinda just walking home!" the patient blurted with a little too much enthusiasm.
"That's great. It's beautiful outside!" he agreed, handing her a prescription. "Just give this to your mum or something to get it filled.."
"Thanks.." she mumbled, shivering under the heavy paw of the shadow.
"Oh, Ciel? Don't forget to sleep well tonight." the man called cheerily.
Cecilia forced a smile on her face and waved in a false happiness before she rammed herself out the door, feeling nauseous at the phrase. The white shadow, face covered completely with a do-rag that sported a open fanged mouth design, had had its ugly tentacles wrapped around the doctor's mo