The Story of My Life (but not as you know it), chapter 3
One week later...
"Ouch... ouch... OUCH! Alright already, jeez." I smiled as he got up. Today was gonna be a good day. I took up his space on the couch with my legs, just to annoy him. He trotted back in and threw a letter at me.
"It's from you crazy friend." He mumbled, moving my legs.
"She's not crazy!" I said.
"Tre, she's in a mental institution, she's gonna be crazy." Billie said, shifting in the armchair. I sighed.
"You'll see she's not crazy when we visit her." I said.
"Remind me why we're visiting her again?" Mike moaned.
"Yeah, why are we visiting her? You never told us." Billie leaned forward.
"Because... it'll be interesting."
"You said that about the whole 'I have a crazy pen pal' thing. I thought it was just a faze." Mike said.
"Yeah, well, it's not, ok!"
"Calm down dude, we're just taking the piss."
"Well I wish you wouldn't." I fell into one of my moods and shut up. Mike and Billie rolled their eyes and continued to watch the TV. I read my letter.
Tre
You're actually visiting, that's so cool (no pun intended). I think there are a few things I should tell you before you arrive, *long and painful sigh* I won't be myself. 'They' are gonna pump me full of drugs so I act normal. Also, I'm in solitary confinement again... and it wasn't my fault, I swear. It was Jeff who got me into that fight, bastard. Never believe ANYTHING the carers say about me, I still don't talk to them so they know nothing. Yeah, so, anyway I'm getting a visitor, you'll be the first person who's bothered to see me. You should be very proud. Thanks for your pics, I loved the one with Billie, that was funny. Hopefully he'll be that funny when he comes, although I doubt it severely. He doesn't look very happy in the other photos. He looks quite depressed. What do you look like? I haven't seen you yet. Please enclose a pic of YOU in your next letter. Sorry this letter's short but I haven't got much to say.
See ya in three weeks,
Hite 0_o.
***
Swallowing the pills that tasted like wet cardboard I sat back down in the sat chair, bolted to the floor. All the chairs were bolted to the floor and formed a circle. Everyone had a chair that they sat in every other day. It was the carers' way of making us feel even stupider, as if it wasn't bad enough being locked in a metal asylum 24/7. The degrading humiliation was enough to make anyone go crazy and turn into a screaming, dribbling shell of their former selves. Speaking of dribble the carer was talking a lot of it. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! We get the picture. We're crazy, your sane stop rubbing it in! She was sat directly opposite me. Professor Plum as I like to call her. She always wore purple. She had to take my favourite colour and twist it so it became my worst. Bitch. I hate her, she hates me, it's that simple. Purple pimple on my life, go away and never come back! Ok so she, once again, was trying to make me talk, everyone else had left the room to do better stuff with their time (ha ha ha. You can't do anything better with your time in this dump). After asking me a series of questions, the plum got up and started walking round, her heels clicking on the tiled floor.
"Why won't you answer me questions?"
Cause you're an evil bitch and I hate you!
"Why won't you answer to anyone?"
I don't like them either.
"Why do you only talk to Ralf?"
He's the only one who treats me like a person.
"Are you even listening to me?" She was starting to get frustrated.
I wish I wasn't but unfortunately I have to. And so on for an hour. I can stay quiet for a long time. She eventually got fed up and broke down, leaving me to make my escape from her. In three weeks I would be free from this place. I wouldn't have to listen to the screams of others, I wouldn't have to take pills, I could listen to music without the fear of being caught and I could finally eat proper food instead of the recycled mush they feed us daily. Three weeks was all I had to wait. I didn't want to use Tre, Mike or Billie in that way but I was desperate. I'm sure they'd understand in the long run, but they would be freaked out straight away. Oh well, I'm sure they'll get over it sooner or later.
"Ouch... ouch... OUCH! Alright already, jeez." I smiled as he got up. Today was gonna be a good day. I took up his space on the couch with my legs, just to annoy him. He trotted back in and threw a letter at me.
"It's from you crazy friend." He mumbled, moving my legs.
"She's not crazy!" I said.
"Tre, she's in a mental institution, she's gonna be crazy." Billie said, shifting in the armchair. I sighed.
"You'll see she's not crazy when we visit her." I said.
"Remind me why we're visiting her again?" Mike moaned.
"Yeah, why are we visiting her? You never told us." Billie leaned forward.
"Because... it'll be interesting."
"You said that about the whole 'I have a crazy pen pal' thing. I thought it was just a faze." Mike said.
"Yeah, well, it's not, ok!"
"Calm down dude, we're just taking the piss."
"Well I wish you wouldn't." I fell into one of my moods and shut up. Mike and Billie rolled their eyes and continued to watch the TV. I read my letter.
Tre
You're actually visiting, that's so cool (no pun intended). I think there are a few things I should tell you before you arrive, *long and painful sigh* I won't be myself. 'They' are gonna pump me full of drugs so I act normal. Also, I'm in solitary confinement again... and it wasn't my fault, I swear. It was Jeff who got me into that fight, bastard. Never believe ANYTHING the carers say about me, I still don't talk to them so they know nothing. Yeah, so, anyway I'm getting a visitor, you'll be the first person who's bothered to see me. You should be very proud. Thanks for your pics, I loved the one with Billie, that was funny. Hopefully he'll be that funny when he comes, although I doubt it severely. He doesn't look very happy in the other photos. He looks quite depressed. What do you look like? I haven't seen you yet. Please enclose a pic of YOU in your next letter. Sorry this letter's short but I haven't got much to say.
See ya in three weeks,
Hite 0_o.
***
Swallowing the pills that tasted like wet cardboard I sat back down in the sat chair, bolted to the floor. All the chairs were bolted to the floor and formed a circle. Everyone had a chair that they sat in every other day. It was the carers' way of making us feel even stupider, as if it wasn't bad enough being locked in a metal asylum 24/7. The degrading humiliation was enough to make anyone go crazy and turn into a screaming, dribbling shell of their former selves. Speaking of dribble the carer was talking a lot of it. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! We get the picture. We're crazy, your sane stop rubbing it in! She was sat directly opposite me. Professor Plum as I like to call her. She always wore purple. She had to take my favourite colour and twist it so it became my worst. Bitch. I hate her, she hates me, it's that simple. Purple pimple on my life, go away and never come back! Ok so she, once again, was trying to make me talk, everyone else had left the room to do better stuff with their time (ha ha ha. You can't do anything better with your time in this dump). After asking me a series of questions, the plum got up and started walking round, her heels clicking on the tiled floor.
"Why won't you answer me questions?"
Cause you're an evil bitch and I hate you!
"Why won't you answer to anyone?"
I don't like them either.
"Why do you only talk to Ralf?"
He's the only one who treats me like a person.
"Are you even listening to me?" She was starting to get frustrated.
I wish I wasn't but unfortunately I have to. And so on for an hour. I can stay quiet for a long time. She eventually got fed up and broke down, leaving me to make my escape from her. In three weeks I would be free from this place. I wouldn't have to listen to the screams of others, I wouldn't have to take pills, I could listen to music without the fear of being caught and I could finally eat proper food instead of the recycled mush they feed us daily. Three weeks was all I had to wait. I didn't want to use Tre, Mike or Billie in that way but I was desperate. I'm sure they'd understand in the long run, but they would be freaked out straight away. Oh well, I'm sure they'll get over it sooner or later.
