Shelby.... oh lord, I'd give anything to see her again.
When I was sent to Brynn Marr in Jacksonville NC, I was sleeping one morning, lazing the morning away, waiting for the schedule to do its daily work. The nurses scouted the halls watching for any mishaps. One by one the patients of the pod began to rise and respond to the sunlight. One by one they stepped up and greeted the day.
And then...the song began.
As I came slowly out of my blissful rest, I was awoken to the sound of the most beautiful voice I had ever come across. A girl singing from across the hall, as if waiting for someone, anyone, to come and listen.
I just happened to be the first one. Like a servant to a beckoning hand I steadily rose to the hypnotic song of the girl's artistry, and shambled my way to the source.
There she was. A beautiful young woman just my age, hair waving down to her chest, a figure made near perfect, and a smile that could have said "I want to see if you can listen longer".
I spent a few days getting to know her, starting out as friends. Then came a therapy game the ward liked to play; you toss a ball with different friendly instructions back and to, and when it lands in your hands, you simply do the first thing you see on the ball. My first was to give a compliment to a random person in the room, and I chose the girl.
"I love the sound of your singing! I heard it this morning and I could have sat there for eternity and listened!"
She smiled cheek to cheek, blushing and hiding her infatuation in a curled shoulder.
As time passed, she began to show more and more affection toward me. I showed her things I knew, including my newfound talent for drawing alternate versions of the Boo character from the Mario franchise. I gave her her own persona, and, initially as a gag, drew her and my own in romantic situations....
...Until one morning, she sealed it.
There I was, drawing away at a new comic, the line for yoga class beginning to depart, when I heard her giggling as eager footsteps rushed back to where I was. I looked to where she was, rushing toward me in an explosion of happiness.
"Oh hey, Shelby, hey where's everyo--MMMPH?!" Before I could finish talking, she had thrown herself into my face, latching onto me with the most vibrant kiss I had felt that year, if not the first kiss I had in nearly five years. And that kiss was the first of many we would share in Brynn Marr.
When I had to leave, I was lucky enough to get her number, well, the number Brynn Marr had for that pod. Likewise, I gave her mine, and she would call me every other day, and we would share fantasies we had of each other, both longing for our return to each other. Until one day, my phone number had to change, and I had last the record of her.
I've been searching for her ever since. But I fear that it may be time to move on from her.
And now it brings me to a burning question;
If I am to search for love again, who out there is searching for me? And if not me specifically, as it would be too irrational to think such a thing, then who could I search for that would be willing to join me in my ever perilous journey through life? My short temper and psychosis are beginning to wear down my welcome at my parents' home, and I believe the solution may be to find another heart to share my life with. My theory is that if I find someone to show affection to, and they accept me, my beastly heart will be calmed at last, and I can save myself. And hopefully from there, I can gain my own life...
But who? Where? How? And when?
When I was sent to Brynn Marr in Jacksonville NC, I was sleeping one morning, lazing the morning away, waiting for the schedule to do its daily work. The nurses scouted the halls watching for any mishaps. One by one the patients of the pod began to rise and respond to the sunlight. One by one they stepped up and greeted the day.
And then...the song began.
As I came slowly out of my blissful rest, I was awoken to the sound of the most beautiful voice I had ever come across. A girl singing from across the hall, as if waiting for someone, anyone, to come and listen.
I just happened to be the first one. Like a servant to a beckoning hand I steadily rose to the hypnotic song of the girl's artistry, and shambled my way to the source.
There she was. A beautiful young woman just my age, hair waving down to her chest, a figure made near perfect, and a smile that could have said "I want to see if you can listen longer".
I spent a few days getting to know her, starting out as friends. Then came a therapy game the ward liked to play; you toss a ball with different friendly instructions back and to, and when it lands in your hands, you simply do the first thing you see on the ball. My first was to give a compliment to a random person in the room, and I chose the girl.
"I love the sound of your singing! I heard it this morning and I could have sat there for eternity and listened!"
She smiled cheek to cheek, blushing and hiding her infatuation in a curled shoulder.
As time passed, she began to show more and more affection toward me. I showed her things I knew, including my newfound talent for drawing alternate versions of the Boo character from the Mario franchise. I gave her her own persona, and, initially as a gag, drew her and my own in romantic situations....
...Until one morning, she sealed it.
There I was, drawing away at a new comic, the line for yoga class beginning to depart, when I heard her giggling as eager footsteps rushed back to where I was. I looked to where she was, rushing toward me in an explosion of happiness.
"Oh hey, Shelby, hey where's everyo--MMMPH?!" Before I could finish talking, she had thrown herself into my face, latching onto me with the most vibrant kiss I had felt that year, if not the first kiss I had in nearly five years. And that kiss was the first of many we would share in Brynn Marr.
When I had to leave, I was lucky enough to get her number, well, the number Brynn Marr had for that pod. Likewise, I gave her mine, and she would call me every other day, and we would share fantasies we had of each other, both longing for our return to each other. Until one day, my phone number had to change, and I had last the record of her.
I've been searching for her ever since. But I fear that it may be time to move on from her.
And now it brings me to a burning question;
If I am to search for love again, who out there is searching for me? And if not me specifically, as it would be too irrational to think such a thing, then who could I search for that would be willing to join me in my ever perilous journey through life? My short temper and psychosis are beginning to wear down my welcome at my parents' home, and I believe the solution may be to find another heart to share my life with. My theory is that if I find someone to show affection to, and they accept me, my beastly heart will be calmed at last, and I can save myself. And hopefully from there, I can gain my own life...
But who? Where? How? And when?
