Yeah, they’re on a bus.

She can’t tell where they’re going ‘cause those little white pills they gave everyone are coating everything and she can’t really remember why they’re going there but she could if she tried, but no, she doesn’t want to try because it’s too much effort.

And there are others on that bus but she’s not going to bother (or maybe she’s not going to try) talking to them because it’s too much for her little-white-pill-coated brain to handle and all she can really focus on is the scenery going by outside. There was a pattern to it, she realized somewhere in that pill-coated brain of hers. Tree, tree, bush, telephone pole, tree, tree, bush telephone pole…

Oh. There was someone speaking. It seemed faraway though, and she couldn’t see anyone out of the corner of her eye. It registered faintly that it was probably pre-recorded and the bus was being driven automatically.

‘Good afternoon. We would like to remind all patrons to not forget your ID necklaces, as those are your permission to enter the hospital facility. If you do not have yours, you will not be admitted.’

She blinked. Oh. Necklace? With another fuzzy burst of effort she remembered that gaudy-heart-shaped pendant sitting above that snowflake design on her shirt. It clashed horribly, she remembered, but she didn’t bother looking down to see if it still did.

Yeah. No point in focusing on anything other than the window, right?

Tree, tree, bush, telephone pole…

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He’s kind of scared.

First these wacky-looking people in white give them these little white capsules and now they’re on a bus with flashy little heart necklaces and a loudspeaker giving them random directions and scenery that he can’t recognize outside the window(tree, tree, bush, telephone pole).

And yeah, he might have this weird mental disease, but that’s no reason to lock him up in some desert place and make him even more brain-dead, right?

But he’ll just go along with it, because he’s not crazy enough to get off in the middle of nowhere so when he gets there he’ll just find some way to go back.

So maybe he’ll just sit there and watch outside the window anyways, because there’s nothing else to do at the moment, so that just seems like the best thing to do anyways.

Tree, tree, bush, telephone pole…

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So yeah, they’re leaving now.

She can think much clearer now, but she still can’t remember how long they spent there in that shiny white building. A month? A year? A day? Whatever, it doesn’t really matter.

So yeah, they’re driving back to wherever they came from, because there are some from this city and some from that town and some from that rural expanse and some from this village and so on and so forth, and they’re all going to get dropped off back…home. That word’s foreign in her mouth, because she hasn’t said it in ages.

So anyways, she’s looking out the window again because she’s spent too much time with the other people on this bus because she’s been with them for the past day or year or month and all she wants now is some alone time to herself, you know?

And they’re going past the same scenery, telephone pole, bush, tree, tree, over again and again, out of that spiky-building town and into the desert and they’re driving driving driving past that town they’ve been in for the past monthdayyear and back home and yeah, even though the only thing outside is telephone pole bush tree tree, it’s never looked better because those little white pills are gone from her brain and she can see and think and laugh and talk and do everything clearly now.

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He’s almost home.

Almost home to where he used to be before he spent that monthdayyear in that shiny white hospital with that spiky red H on it, no more living there and thinkingsmilingtalking fuzzily ‘cause of those little white pills.

And so they’re driving out of that telephonepolebushtreetree area, out of that black-spiky-building area and into somewhere in between where there’s a mix of telephonepolebushtreetree desert and nice kempt green grass with pink and yellow and red and blue flowers.

So yeah, they’re driving driving driving and he can see out the window perfectly and it’s nice, you know?

And so they’re going along and the time goes by, but all of a sudden the bus is stopped and they all get out to see what’s going on and there’s nothing left of his town, he finds. Nothing left but spiky black pieces of house and house and more black-spiky-house and all of a sudden they realize that in that monthdayyear that everyone was gone something big happened and there’s nothing left and they’re never going to know what happened either, because they’re the ones who are going to have to rebuild, little white pills or no.

So yeah, he might not be crazy anymore, but he’s wondering if it was really worth it.

» fin.! «

erryeah. haven't written anything in a while. xD -bricked-

this was written for my art assignment. I've got a longer version in progress, but this is around two pages because that was my limit. xD I was writing and then all of a sudden like, 'Oh shit. Three pages' and I had to cut out a lot. I'd assume that the longer version would be like twice this-ish. -shot-

erryeah. I ramble a lot. anyways. sorry for the crappiness of this. I haven't written any fiction in a while. wrote too much fanfiction. xD (which reminds, read my goddamn fanfiction under namikun masaki on -shameless plug-)

-rinko