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If you think I'm ignoring you, I'm not.
My computer is very very messed up at the momentttt
But yah
I'm not being a cow!
Annabel/Belle
18
I'm a freak. :D
You wont like my music.
I play both the piano and the violin.
The latter being in progress
Pointless information:
I do art and design at college
But I'm not sure if I even want to
do anything art related in the future.
I love music.
Playing it, writing it [in a sense]
And listening to it.
I can get so caught up in music
that it influences my mood or even what
I want to dress like that day.
And yes music has been known
to make me cry on many occasions.
I did warn of my weirdness :P
I'm frightened of the dark when I'm alone.
I'm incredibly indecisive
I've learnt that some people just aren't worth my time.
Enough of the myspace style about me-
I'm a nice person
Despite what some people may think.
I can be very very shy.
I like weird things
I nearly always have at least one pink item on
Be it makeup or clothing.
I'm nearly always in a good mood
When I'm not, watch out.
I'm a bit obsessed with hearts.
I always have at least one drawn under my eye
And I sit and draw them all over my work while in college.
I'm a bit obsessed with stripes aswell.
I'm extremley forgetful.
I tend to ramble on about things
And go off in my own world.
Everything is funny to me
I have many different 'catchphrases' so to speak
I have no life
I'm surprised people like me,
I'd find myself annoying as hell :D
I like marmite.
♥ And when I looked out, I saw that we were heading fast upon a series of iron gates set in stone, wickedly arched, and crowned with tall spikes. But what unnerved me completely was beyond the case; a set of doors, heavy and wooden, pointed arched towering higher than any entrance to any building I had ever seen. Crossed with iron bars and feathered with heavy bolts, the doors were set in a great wall that appeared to be protecting whatever waited inside.
So paralyzed was I by the sight before me, I did not notice that we had already driven past the first of the three spiked gates guarding access to the door, until I heard it crashing to a close behind us. ‘Where am I?’
The short drive onward and we were at the second gate. I turned to look behind me and saw the gates closing one after the other, by power of unseen hands. Or simply through years of habit, more accustomed were they to being closed than open. Were these gates erected for the protection of this great establishment? For the security of these admirable administers of magical medicine, were these prison bars meant to keep intruders out, or to keep its inhabitants in? With each turn of the wheel that brought me closer to the last gate, I tried harder to drown out the answer to my question with whatever music I could conjure into my head.
Approaching the third, I began to lose my grasp of reality. I imagined we were going in circles. Driving through the same gates, over and over again. Endlessly circling, as though there were a certain number of rotations that must be completed before access to this unknown world was granted to us. I thought of the lock on the cabinet in my music masters study, the one with four lettered plates, that had to be rotated a definite amount and then aligned in a perfect secret order, before it would open. I had once unlocked it.
I felt dizzy, and much too warm. The wind screamed around the carriage, the wheels rattled, and though the gate was close ahead we seemed to be eternally racing towards it making no progress. A bird: something like a raven but a great deal larger soared overhead and, emitting a strange metallic growl into the blackening sky, circled above the ever approaching gates. As it did so, I caught sight of the sharp spikes gleaming in the pummelling rain.
Still galloping at full speed, I heard the muffled squeals of what sounded like a swarm of insects. Looking out, I swore I saw, though I did not believe my eyes at the time, a great pack of rodents. Perhaps a hundred, perhaps more, sleek, furry bodies skimming the earth, leaping over each other black eyes sparkling. A quivering mass, they swam over the cobbled stones like one creature. Spilling into water and infecting it with deep black in seconds. How they were able to keep up with the horses mystified me. And when the swarm dispersed, and shot on ahead of us, they darted in and out beneath the wheels of the carriage, and around the horses’ hammering hooves yet were never trampled. I followed them with my eyes as they melted together again and slipped beneath the gates to the other side like a gush of dark water; a tide coming in. It was all so ghastly, so intoxicating, my body convulsed into quivering waves somewhere between horror and wild anticipation and then, the final gate having slammed closed behind us, we were at the ultimate cretaceous at last.
Three... Two... One... The doors began to open. There was an awful grinding of metal, clashing of loosened chains, and with the sky seeming to come down around us, it appeared.
The Asylum.
Excerpts from "The Asylum" - EA
Someday I want to be able to play this.