Kyla Maret Archive

“They are, and if you don’t know that then you’re stupid.”

“I’m really sick of people calling me stupid in here,fine everything has lies,what made you think that anyway,did somebody betray your trust or something”

“Everything” Chloe snapped “everything is made up of lies.”

“I’m pretty sure not everything is made up of lies,what’s got you so annoyed at life”

“Fucking lies. All of it.”

“Hey are you alright,what’s all fucking lies?”

Jackson hated when people played stupid, as it was very obviously when they were, or at least to him. “This mess. Looks like someone threw up a rainbow,” he said, jabbing his thumb toward the bathroom where someone had obviously been dyeing something in there. It would take forever to clean, if they could even get the stains out. “You wanna tell me what it is? You’re the only one around and that stuff in there isn’t close to being dry.”

Kyla made her way back over to the bathroom and poked her head around the corner,she didn’t realise how big of a mess she had made.She didn’t mean to do it,she just wished she had ran off a little bit quicker that way she wouldn’t be standing at the scene of the crime. “Um,I think it’s....juuksevärvi if I’m not mistaken. Oh come on you can’t really think that I did this”

For the most part, it seemed that the trouble makers inside Thornewood were on vacation. Since coming to the Mental Hospital, there had been very few times that Jackson was truly needed. He had broken up a few fights, caught a patient or two sneaking into rooms or out at night, but to him, it just felt like baby sitting; anyone could do that. Thinking that the day was going to be a fairly boring day, Jackson spent his time patrolling the halls, but when he stopped by one of the bathrooms he found it to be completely destroyed, dye covering nearly every surface. “Jesus Christ!” He hollered, turning to see a girl slowly walking away from the scene. “Was this you?”

Kyla stopped right in her tracks as soon as she heard the loud voice shouting after her. “Fuck”.She thought to herself before she turned around,making sure that none of her colourful hair was peaking out from her hat. “Was what me?”.She tilted her head ever so slightly,pretending she knew nothing about the terrible mess she had left in the bathroom. She knew she should have cleaned it but she couldn’t remember where the cleaning supplies were,it took more than water to get the dye out.

Delilah was startled by the contact. She jumped a little and pulled her hand back. Looking up at the other girl she gulped, feeling like a fool for reacting like that.  “S-s-s-sorry.” she stammered gently. 

Kyla’s eyes widened slightly as Delilah pulled away from her,maybe she shouldn’t have grabbed her like that,maybe she scared her. “It’s ok,it was my fault,I should have just held out my hand..wait you spoke”. She was surprised,it was the first time she had heard her speak after the time they had spent together.

She isn’t sure how the therapists do it. Interesting though people are capable of being, she isn’t particularly interested in hearing them wax on about it - Mina prefers the outsider’s standpoint, combing the situation into some semblance of neatness without any need for emotional bonding. She’s glad not to feel obliged to press Kyla about her need to feel alone.

“Really,you throw things at people.I would have thrown a pillow but I can't see any around here”.Kyla chuckled softly before she took a bite of her eggs that she had thrown at Mina moments before. “I guess you’re right,it does have its ups and downs,it’s like college,I never went but I assume that college would be like this,apart from the doctors and mental illnesses.”. It was a strange comparison to make but after seeing all of the college movies she had seen,it was safe to make it.

New York was quite far away. So far away that Jack doubted whether they visited her at all. Perhaps separation from her family could be making her depression worse.  “Do they visit often?” he asked gently.

“They visit about once a month,well my brother and dad do,I only saw my sister the last time they visited”. Kyla’s father was strict on her younger sister especially since she was still in high school,maybe that’s why she didn’t get to see her much.

Delilah struggled to make decisions a lot of the time. She didn’t like being assertive, didn’t ever want to make anyone else feel controlled or uncomfortable.