Post by Taitum D. Marshall on Aug 3, 2012 9:21:10 GMT -5
Taitum gasped. Although it was not Taitum that woke in the facility's bed in a padded cell. Cooper and the other personalities in Taitum's head had woken up in quite a few different places, most padded but their recognized each and every one of them. Cooper yerked to try and sit up and found his wrists and feet tied down... He growled softly.
"What have you done this time? I have a blossoming relationship and if I find out one of you fucked it up for me...."
Cooper muttered under his breath and let his eyes survey the room he was in.That's when his heart gave an painful yerk. This wasn't ... he... He started panting and struggled more against his binds. No, no, no... this wasn't happening. This couldn't be. NO! His eyes dulled... this was all just a bad dream.....Taitum's body relaxed into the bed and his eyes fluttered, dull, lifeless till a new spark filled them. Taitum felt an sadness that was not his own retreat into the back of him mind and shut his eyes for a long moment before opening them again, only to fix them on the door.
He wasn't sure how he got here, how he got strapped to the bed. Honestly, the last thing he remembered was seeing the piano in the old music room. Had he caused trouble again? He hadn't really meant to. Maybe he should just shut up from here on in. Remenants of a dreamlike situation floated through his head. A haunting melody from the piano, one he saw often in his notepad. One Tristan played. Michael Ortega played it. Tristan was that good.
He would hear something on the internet or radio and be able to play it immediately. 'It's hard to say goodbye'. That was what it was called. Then Taitum realized what the sadness was or who it was... He closed his eyes sharply.... They'd finally been moved.
"I'm sorry, Cooper...."
His eyes blurred with tears and they broke free as the haunting melody ran through his head. His fingers gripped at the sheet on the bed.... then the door opened.....
"What have you done this time? I have a blossoming relationship and if I find out one of you fucked it up for me...."
Cooper muttered under his breath and let his eyes survey the room he was in.That's when his heart gave an painful yerk. This wasn't ... he... He started panting and struggled more against his binds. No, no, no... this wasn't happening. This couldn't be. NO! His eyes dulled... this was all just a bad dream.....Taitum's body relaxed into the bed and his eyes fluttered, dull, lifeless till a new spark filled them. Taitum felt an sadness that was not his own retreat into the back of him mind and shut his eyes for a long moment before opening them again, only to fix them on the door.
He wasn't sure how he got here, how he got strapped to the bed. Honestly, the last thing he remembered was seeing the piano in the old music room. Had he caused trouble again? He hadn't really meant to. Maybe he should just shut up from here on in. Remenants of a dreamlike situation floated through his head. A haunting melody from the piano, one he saw often in his notepad. One Tristan played. Michael Ortega played it. Tristan was that good.
He would hear something on the internet or radio and be able to play it immediately. 'It's hard to say goodbye'. That was what it was called. Then Taitum realized what the sadness was or who it was... He closed his eyes sharply.... They'd finally been moved.
"I'm sorry, Cooper...."
His eyes blurred with tears and they broke free as the haunting melody ran through his head. His fingers gripped at the sheet on the bed.... then the door opened.....
