Intro to "Normal?"

Madame Ivy here. Welcome back! The post below is the introduction chapter to a story called "Normal?" The story is mostly about Desdemona's first job at Oakland Hills, the insane asylum. She will be regestered as a "night nurse" which really doesn't having anything to do with nursing at all. Her main patient is not really insane, or is she? She has a terrible phobia, and that is the reason she claims that she wanted to be admitted into the asylum. Desdemona finds her job boring, but the patient to be a very fun and interesting person. However, when patients are losing it more often, and Desdemona's favorite seems to be effected, can she figure out what happened to them all? Or will her sanity be in jeapordy? Stay tuned for the other parts of this story and figure out the mystery. Well, I must be off now darlings. One of my clients is requesting his future. You might have heard of him. He goes by Dracula. Farewell for now.

Normal? Part 1

I don't know what I want in life. Does anyone? Don't answer that, I'm sure some people do. But I am not some people. I am my own person. I believe what I believe, and I know I believe that I don't know what I want to do anymore. I just graduated collage. With a degree in Parapsychology. What the hell good is that for? I need a job though, gods know what will happen if I don't get one. I don't even want to think about that!

Sitting up in bed after she was deep in thought, Desdemona Dragomir was feeling worried about her future. What to do? Does anyone know? Can anyone help her? All these thoughts plus more swim in her head as if they were goldfish in a bowl. She looks around her pitch black room and notices something strange. She can't see anything.

Usually, even during the foggiest nights Desdemona could see something. She had fluorescent clocks in the room and an auto shop right across the street. But she can see nothing but pitch black. Her cat's glowing eyes didn't even pierce the night.

"The power must have gone out on the whole street," she tries to turn on the television. Nothing.

"That must be it then!" she looks around the room once, hoping her eyes have adjusted better. Not even a shadow is cast that she can see. Desdemona can feel her ears tingle, and the TV turns on. The nightly news plays.

"And in further news, a girl has been admitted into Oakland Hills today, but claims she isn't really insane. Stay tuned for the whole story," the TV clicks off. The room, however possible, is darker than before. Or, at least it feels darker. It feels closer, colder and even heavier, this dark.

"I thought Oakland Hills was for the criminally insane. It might be a good place to test out my new degree. I wish I had a light, maybe the pressure in my chest would go away," Desdemona is used to talking to herself. She has been alone in her house for so long with just a black cat for company and protection.

Reaching to the chair by the bed, Desdemona grabs her jeans and digs around in the pocket. After pulling out a shiny metal object, she flips a switch and hits a button and waits. In two seconds, a picture of her favorite band devours the dark pressing in closer. The illumination from the tiny little iPod brightens the whole room.

Setting the tiny night-light on her bed-side table, she turns over and allows the comforters to swallow her into their warmth. Now only thinking about Oakland Hills, Desdemona quickly falls asleep, and she dreamt of the place most people don't usually think about...

Introduction

Hello everyone. You may call me Madame Ivy, or Ivy for short. I am a writer, of what you would call fiction. I create images and scenes that you will only see in your dreams. If you are going to be a follower of my stories, I suggest you start with the earlier ones. They will get better as they go on, because my talents will expand into styles you have never heard of. My words will twist into spells that will capture your mind in a trance and make you want more. I speak only the truth, but whose reality I am residing in remains unknown. If you want to know if a certain species or theme makes a home in my reality, find a way to privately ask me. Fan-Mail and Hate-Mail is always appreciated, so send away. But for now, I am going to take my leave so that I can rest my mind deep into meditation and catch up on all the creatures and stories of my universe. Take care, and stay divine!