Just a Regular chat.

Faelinn: I slowly took out pictures that i had drawn from my clipboard. I sat on the floor and splayed them out in front of me. "That's Isabella -" i said, pointing to a black cat with a thorned tail. "Mr. Sam -" An old man with a hole where his eyes and heart should be. "Moi -" A fairy chained to an iron cross, crying in pain. "And Annabel Lee." A victorian woman with a shadow in the shape of a demon.

Annaleah: Her brow furrowed in thought as she looked at the drawings. The images were disturbing...and beautifully crafted at once. She wasn't sure about them, and had an uneasy feeling about Faylinn; she was different. But she liked different. Didn't she? "You're a talented artist," she said. "I like to draw, too."

Faelinn: I nodded. "Eric -" i pointed back to where i though he might be.
Mr.Sam: "A little left, dear."
Faylinn: I nodded again and adjusted. "He's my nanny."
Eric: I walked next to her and patted her head gently. Her dark hair was soft under my touch. "I suppose you could call me that." I looked over to the girl. "I'm her attending doctor at the hospital."
Faylinn: "Even though your an intern," I whispered under my breath
Eric: "Well, yes but that's only because you won't talk to anyone else."
Faylinn: I leaned against his leg like a dog. "It's only because you think differently than them. Annabel says so, so it has to be true. They never lie. They hate lairs."
Eric: "Yes, i know." I sighed. What was so different about my thinking? She had never told me what this 'Annabel Lee' character said to her. Why did i believe this...? Because she has that intuition about things, his mind told him. She always seemed to know a person even before meeting them....it creeped him out sometimes

Annaleah: she smiled sweetly. "Nice to meet you."

Eric: "And you...Umm...." he laughed uncertain. "Pardon, what is your name?"

Annaleah: "Annaleah." She stuck out her hand.

Eric: I took it and shook it politely. I looked down at Faylinn, still leaning against my leg as she picked up her pictures. I would have offered her help, but she never liked it. She didn't like to be treated any differently than any other patient.

(don't know what to say now XD)

Eric: "I'm sorry if she...makes you uncomfortable." He shifted from foot to foot.
Faelinn: "Don't appologize for me like im not here..." I mumbled while i collected my pictures and stuck them back into the clipboard.
Eric: "You wouldn't anyway," i shot back childishly. I shook my head at myslef. Being around her always brought about an attitude i would have had at ten.
Faelinn: "I don't see a reason to do so. I'm being me. Crazy and all," I mocked. I smirked, knowing he didn't like it when i made a joke of the entire thing.

Annaleah: Crazy? As in, insane? "No, no, it's perfectly fine," she said, "It's just...I've met a few strange characters in the recent past and I'm just not quite sure what to make of this one yet."

Faelinn: Once i finished gathering my pictures up, i flipped to a new page and took out my pencil.
Annabel Lee: " 'Crazy or insane?' Are they not the same thing?"
Faelinn: So she's figured it out. Quite quickly, in fact. A sly smile spread across my face. "Thank you, Annabel," i whispered. Her power of sensing thoughts came in handy sometimes. It really came in handy with my little games...
It's time to freak her out, i think. "Yes, insane Annaleah." I looked up at her as my hand continued to draw. "Off my rocker, bonkers, a few nuts loose, crazy. Dr. Goodson would say, 'lost on the path of life', but i think you get my meaning."

Annaleah: She blinked down at Faylinn, curiously. "Really?" She thought for a moment. "What's it like?"

Faelinn: I pouted. This girl wasn't any fun...
Moi: "Oh, show her that picture! I'm sure she'd freak then."
Mr. Sam: He sighed loudly. "But even you are scared of it, Faelinn."
Faelinn: I felt a shiver run through me. I did not know what made me draw these pictures. I didn't like them. I couldn't see them but i knew exactly what they were, where that picture was in this stack. I ruffled through them all and pulled it out. A single piece of paper. It sent another shiver through me. I tossed it to the ground. I did not want it near me. "That."
I could picture it exactly in my head. It was me, so long ago. The memory was clear. There, in our little house. My first day of being blind. My parents dead, their souls being eaten by demons. And me, my back to it all in some sort of trance. I could not control my body then. I didn't know why. I had been scared. I had taken their blood and painted the walls with it. I could not stop myself from that. I remembered everything but the one thing everyone wanted to know. The one detail. My parents. They said i had done it. I had killed them with the kitchen knife that had my finger prints all over it. I didn't remember it though. "Everyday. That."
Be freaked out. Give me something to distract me from this memory. I hated it... Give me my fun.

Annaleah: She held back a gasp, her eyes widening slightly. "I'm so sorry," she said, not sure what else to say.

Eric: My jaw tightened. I walked forward and picked up the picture, and stuffed it into my jacket pocket. "Why do you keep drawing that, Fae?" I whispered, almost to myself.
Faelinn: I didn't know. I had told him a million times before. "I'm trying to remember." I looked away but i could not help the enjoyment at the girl's fear. It was all Moi was singing about as she flew around.
Moi: "She's scared! She's terrified now!" i giggled excitedly. i could hear it turn into some sort of cackle.
Isabella: My red eyes closed in the pretent sleep cat's do when enjoying something.

Annaleah: She looked at Faylinn sadly. Another person with a dark past. "If that happened to me," she said, half to herself, "I'm not quite sure if I would want to remember."

Faelinn: now i was annoyed. She was pittying me. I wasn't some puppy in the rain, i was a murderer. A crazy, ghost seeing, demon calling, blind loony. "Maybe that's why i'm in the Crazy House," i said, smiling slyly up at her. yes, i smiled in this situation. Why though? How the hell was i supposed to know; i just found this a fun time.

Annaleah: She just nodded. "I believe so."

Faelinn: I scowled at her.
Moi: "This girl is stupid. No fun at all..."
Mr. Sam: "She holds someone close to her heart."
Isabella: Her cat like smile widened. "Perhaps we should visit them."
Annabel: "Scare them. Hurt them. I'm sure she'd fear us then."
Faelinn: "Stop it," i said. I covered my ears with my hands but their voices still came to me. "Shut up. You sound like demons." They all became silent. No soul wanted to become a demon. That meant wandering forever. They, in their current forms, were still comforted by the thought of heaven. They were fading though. They would have looked like normal people if they weren't tainted. The fact showed sometimes. They hadn't been accepted to where ever the next world was, chances were they weren't ever going to.

Annaleah: She watched Faylinn talk to herself, concerned. She took a half-step back. "What's wrong?"

Eric: he watched Fay seem to get frustrated at nothing. "her...ghost friends. At least that's what she calls them. She's told me that she sees the ghosts of people who died in the hospital ages ago. She's spoken of demons too, but won't really explain them to me in full context."
Faylinn: I growled at all of them. "Stop it!" I snapped at Eric. "You understand nothing, so do not explain it that way. Do not make me sound crazy because i'm not. I can see them!"

Annaleah: she nodded thoughtfully. "I see," she said both to Eric and Faylinn. "That's what your drawings are of. Your ghost friends."

Faylinn: I nodded. "They like to be drawn. It gives them a physical appearance in the world of the living."

Annaleah: She smiled slightly. "Have they always looked like that, or do they change, like we do?" Faylinn had calmed down after she had started talking about the ghosts. She edged her on. If Faylinn was happy, everyone was happy.

Faelinn: I was silent. "Ghosts don't change. They're influenced. The hospital is very dark, so most just turn into demons. They don't want to though. They want to pass, but can't."