Chapter Two: The Padded Room

This Chapter is dedicated to gothicsprinkle, who reviewed my story and told me it was good. This chapter is dedicated to you, thank you.

Azure’s mother and stepfather tried to rush into her room.

“Azure! Azure!” her mother said loudly, banging on the door, “Azure, are you alright?”

The entire room went dead.

“Azure,” her stepfather called, “Azure, I’m coming in. I’m coming into the room.”

He tried to twist the doorknob; it twisted, but he door still wouldn’t move an inch.

The strange thing was: her lock was broken.

Her stepfather tried not to think of that fact, it made him feel cold all over. He backed away from the door and prepared to ram it down.

Before he could even get close to it, it swung open.

He ran into the room, her mother following behind her.

Azure was sitting on her floor, against her large mirrored closet. She was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, and her skin was as pale as death.

Her mother drew away as she touched her; her skin was like ice.

“Azure darling,” her mother said in a nervous voice, “Azure, what happened? What’s wrong?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing came out, and she kept looking at the same spot. Her stepfather looked at Azure, looked at the spot, and walked over to it. It was icy cold, like he had stepped into a freezer. He began shivering harder, as he saw his breath in front of him, not so much out of chilling as out of fear.

He mother tried to lead her to stand up, but Azure went crazy. She began clawing and screaming at her, unintelligible gibberish spewing out.

“Call an ambulance!” her mother said backing up into his broad chest, afraid of her daughter.

He didn’t move, frozen by fear.

“I said call a goddamn ambulance!” she screamed out, shaking even harder.

He did so, finally uprooting himself from the spot.

By the time the ambulance came, and saw her, she was foaming at the mouth. They couldn’t even come near her, and they were strong men, told that the girl looked like she was convulsing.

It took a full 45 minutes of struggling to get her restrained. Her mother cried hard as she saw them take her the back of the van and drive away. Kevin (her stepfather) drove behind them, tailing all the way to Our Mother of Mercy Catholic Hospital.

What he saw next, he would refuse to speak of for one year about. As he followed her into the emergency room, the four-point restraint bed almost unable to hold her back, the light bulbs blew. Not only did the florescent bulbs blow, the sacred portraits of saints and the Christ flew off the walls. He didn’t know what had just happened as they ushered him into the waiting room, asking him if he wanted to call his wife.

He didn’t know what to say, until her finally heard his phone ringing, the polyphonic version of ‘Papa was a Rolling Stone’ chirping in his ear. And he spoke to her, telling her what was going on, at least, what he thought was going on.

A/N: The next chapter will be up soon,

DGAS