Rasmus Pevensy // D6 [FIN]

Monday. I think she likes me, I mean likes me. I'm not quite sure why, we don't talk that much frankly. Occasionally we do talk, but it's always about either Tuesday or about leaving the Ward. Leaving the ward scares me truthfully, these rooms and halls are the only wonderland I've been able to see and leaving them seems terrifying; Outside seems even more terrifying however. Sometimes I walk without thinking about it while I'm asleep, or sometimes even leave my room and wander the halls until one of the nice ladies walk me back, but I'm not always the best person to follow instructions. Without their help, how would I make it back to shelter though? Maybe I'd just wander off and away from everybody. I'd never tell Monday how I feel about leaving though, because she tends to get angry when others don't listen. Once she tried to kiss me, I got scared and hid in the closet by my bed until one of the nice ladies came and helped. Monday talks about the both us sometimes, I don't understand it. I couldn't imagine us two together, considering she's an arm or so taller than me and our hair colours clash like herself and Tuesday when they are around each other. They don't particularly like each, Monday sees him as a bad influence on me, Saturday and Wednesday feel that way too.

Tuesday. Tuesday scares me a little too, but not in the same way as Monday does. Her talks about leaving the ward when I'm allowed and living together scare me of course but Tuesday is more intimidating than she is; It doesn't mean he is as horrible as the others see him to be however. The other 6 don't really see him as how he really is, I've known him longer than the others have. In fact, I met him before all except Saturday. They don't realize he doesn't mean the things he does, he's just a little... rough around the edges, that's all. Even though I used to ignore him and his requests, I've been going along with him lately. Life is a little more fun with him around to be honest, but Wednesday refuses to believe it.

Wednesday. I've heard of mothers quite a lot around the ward, some of the others have one, I heard one lady had two mothers. I don't recall having one, life before the ward was mostly a fast blur. Wednesday fits the roles I've heard of pretty accurately however, she's very kind to the bulk of people she meets, it's rather odd actually. The only person I remember her not liking is poor Tuesday, but that was after he talked me into stealing Ophelia's hedgehog and stabbing one of the nurse to avoid taking medicine. Wednesday likes the others though, especially Saturday. A lot of the others like Saturday. Him, Wednesday and I look rather alike to some extent. I'm shorter than both of them, but our dark messy hair matches like the families in fairy tales do. Wednesday and Saturday are the tallest of all 8 of us however, while I'm the shortest besides Sunday.

Thursday. I don't like him, and neither do the others really. He's not very pleasant, although he isn't around all too much. Usually when he is around the ladies have to come back in to calm me down, or so I've been told. All I really know is what the ladies tell me afterwards about it when I ask, which isn't all too much. They always say it's the same as my normal episodes, that I kicked and yelled and tried to throw things, but I've been known to throw some of the items in my room since I arrived here at the ward .I've been told I threw lamps or glasses in some of my night terrors before, and they mistake it for an episode sometimes when I break glasses just to fill the silence. Tuesday and I break some of the plates the ladies bring us to eat off for no real reason really, except for fun.

Friday. The other kids, they don't really believe me when I tell them about the rest of my friends. One time, Ophelia yelled at me, calling me a lier using Tuesday as an excuse to steal her hedgehog... even though I did... They're more of liers than me though, I know that Monday and Saturday exist even if I'm the only one who can see them. Wednesday cares about me almost as much as the mothers in the fairy tales Saturday and the Nurses tell me, and that's how I know the seven of them are real. The other ward kids still don't believe me, but they don't know that my friends have been around since before I arrived at the ward. I don't choose them to show up, but I'm happy when they do, except for Thursday. One of the only memories I have from before the ward is seeing Tuesday for the first time, soon Monday tagged along and I arrived here one day. Thursday came along eventually, and then Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. Friday, however, has only arrived but once or twice so far. He's nearly as short as me, but not quite, leaving Sunday and I the shortest by comparison to the others in the crowd.

Saturday. Wednesday treats the two of us, Saturday and I, differently than the rest. She cares about Monday, Sunday and Friday, of course, but she usually spends more time around Saturday than the others, even me at times. They usually whisper to each other when Saturday is around, and until Saturday leaves again. He didn't always leave this much before, he used to talk to me quite a lot since he first arrived at the ward, shortly after me. We even look alike to the ones who can see him, which aren't very many. Mostly we would play with these tiny little toy soldiers I found in a box left behind in the ward's storage room. Well, it was mostly me playing with them while he watched, he wasn't very keen on it you see. He felt too grown for tiny toys, but I know he wanted to play with them as much as I did. Afterwards, the ladies would come by to check if I was asleep, which I never was, and Saturday would even tell me a story on occasion and made sure Thursday wasn't around. He would even call me by different names he made up, mostly Razz or Razzle however. Eventually he started to leave for some reason, even being gone for weeks and months at a time. When he was gone, Thursday was around more, doing nothing but staring at me from the corner, which wasn't very pleasant.

Sunday. Sunday started to surface around the same time as Friday did, except she visited me more often than he did. She wouldn't stay long once she arrived though, she was scared she lost her brother some where and ran off down the halls and into nothing. I tried to chase her once, to make sure she stayed safe you see, but I always lost her somewhere down the road. Somehow she knew this ward better than me, yet she's only been here for a little while. The times I've gotten to speak a few words to her, she seemed pretty distant, but Tuesday interrupted the few times I've gotten to talk to her in order to mimic me. Monday doesn't quiet like Sunday either, but she's a little jealous that's all.

I haven't seen any others that the rest of the ward can't see besides my friends. There's others in the ward like me I think, that have an invisible family as well. For example, there's a very tall and thin lady, shadowing way above my own, who I've seen talking to herself sometimes. Some of the others say she's insane, like Ophelia, but Ophelia doesn't know much to be quite honest. She thinks that everybody in the ward isn't whole, that they are only shells that resemble the person they used to be. But that not completely true in all honesty, I like to believe I'm pretty whole with my full head of dark hair that matches Saturday's and Wednesday's and my eyes that are blue, but nowhere near the magnificent magnitude of Sunday's or Friday's. Ophelia doesn't understand that everything cracked is not broken.