The Story of My Life (but not as you know it), chapter 4
Visiting Day...
This is stupid. Goddamn you Tre, why did you have to drag me along? I sighed as I looked up at the building. Gray bricks. Bars over all the windows.
"Not really the greatest exterior." Mike commented.
"What do you expect? It's a goddamn metal asylum." I said. Mike shrugged and Tre's head sank further into his shoulders.
"What's up? Cold feet?" I teased.
"No. It's you two. Please don't say things like that inside." He begged.
"Fine." We muttered. This really meant a lot to him. The automatic doors creaked open and Tre went to the desk to sign us in.
"Why aren't I aloud to wear black?" I asked Mike.
"Because my parents were shot by a mystery assassin who wore nothing but black and had green eyes." A voice said, making me jump. It was a girl with longish, straggly hair and deep blue eyes. We stared at her. I didn't know what to say.
"Are you Hite?" Mike asked.
"Yep, you must be Mike and Billie. Hi." She was very quiet; I could hardly hear her and her eyes kept darting around. Mike shook her hand, less freaked out than I was.
"Tre should be here in a minuet, the security's a nightmare." Mike said.
"That's because there's been too many breakouts for them to cope with."
"You breakout often?"
"No, but it always fun when you do." She smiled. Tre came over, grinning like hell.
"Hiya Tre." She said. Tre hugged her. Hite was a little surprised but she didn't know Tre like we did.
"Do you always do this?" She asked.
"Yep." We all said.
"Ok then." Hite said. She led us down the hall to a wide space, filled with people in white robes. Everyone was strangely quiet and tense. The door slammed behind us.
"Sorry about what happens next, we're just desperate to get out you see." I would not like what happened next. Hite moved into the crowd with her head hung low. The white robed mentals advanced.
"Guys... " I said. Half of the robed people pounced on us and pinned us to the floor. Three of the more sensible people walked nearer, with fucking needles.
"Holy shit!" I shouted. I knew this was a bed fucking idea. Thanks a bunch Tre, we're now going to die! Mike was the first to be drugged, followed by Tre then me. We were propped up against the wall, feeling more and more drowsy as the time past. I finally closed my eyes to the sight of Hite weeping slightly.
"Bill, wake up." Mike hissed. I groaned. My head was thumping as I moved it.
"What the fuck happened?"
"That's what I'd like to know." He said, fear in his voice. I put my head back to where it was. The wall was soft. I shot up and looked round. A padded cell. Tre was in the other corner, huddled up.
"Is he alright?" I asked.
"No. Of course he's not. Look at him."
"Sorry I dragged you guys into this." He mumbled into the wall. You fucking should be! Thanks to you I'm now in a padded fucking cell! I didn't say that obviously.
"Forget about it." Was what I said instead.
"How can I? Because of me we are now stuck here."
"It's not your fault, it's... theirs." Mike said, his eyes shifting about.
"What?" I said.
"I woke up first. Three were in here filming us."
"Why would they film us?" Tre asked.
"Isn't it obvious? We've been kidnapped by mentals!" Mike snapped. Tre sank further into the sponge walls. I tried to scratch my head, I couldn't.
"Oh and we're also in strap jackets." Mike added.
"They don't fuck about." I said. "Ok down to the official business of the day, how are we going to get out?"
"Thats the thing... " Tre sighed. "We... can't."
"WHAT?" I shouted
"We can't get out. That door had 18 locks on it and six bolts. Only the boss of this place has the keys to the door."
"How do you know that?"
"Hite told me in one of her letters." I moaned and put my head between my feet (I was sat cross legged). The heavy steel door was shoved aside and a body was thrown in with us. I ran for it, trying to get out. The white robes were faster and closed the door. I smacked my head on solid steel. I fell back and stared at the padded ceiling.
"You were gonna leave us, weren't you?" Mike said.
"No, I was trying to get out."
"Yeah, without us." Mike huffed. The body groaned and turned over.
"Hite!" Tre shouted. She clutched her forehead, her twiggy arms covered in pin pricks and scars.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." Mike said. She opened her eyes and looked miserable.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "None of this was my idea, I swear."
"Then whose idea was it?"
"Benson's. He thought the only way out would be to kidnap you guys, take over the place and wait for the authorities to come. That's why he's in here, he never fucking learns. I mean kidnapping Kurt Cobbain for $20, he's a twat with a shotgun!"
"That explains some of it, how about the rest? Like... when are we going to be let out of here?" I said.
"You... won't be let out and now neither will I."
"We won't be let out?"
"No, there was a huge uproar twenty minutes after you were thrown in here, they were going to let you go but now they are going to shoot you or chop you up into little bits, mafia style, and post them to the appropriate people. Either way we're all dead." She laughed for the hell of it.
"One problem at a time, first, could you let us out of these things?" Tre asked. Hite walked over and undid his strap jacket and ours before sulking into a corner, saying nothing more for ages. Tre moved and sat next to her, placing his arm around her shoulder.
"We don't blame you for anything that's happened." He said, softly. "But, since your sort of the expert out of us, is there anything we need to know to stay alive?"
"Yeah, there are loads of things."
"Like what?"
"It may not sound like a way to stay alive but don't eat the so called food they'll give you."
"Why not?"
"It's laced with drugs and tranquilizers. Eat too much of it and you'll die from a heart attack."
"Then what are we going to eat?" I asked.
"You can do what I did... " She stood up and pulled a sponge patch off the wall, revelling the most candy I've ever seen. "It goes back of quite a while so we should be fine for at least a week."
"Where the fuck did you get that?" Mike asked.
"Just because I've been in solitary confinement doesn't mean I don't have my ways." She smiled and sat back down, replacing the sponge tile.
"Anything else we need to know?" I asked, hope emerging from this situation.
"Don't trust anyone outside these walls." She said, patting them. "They will lie, cheat and lower you to a place where you will never return."
"Where's that?"
"Where you're sat at this very moment, where we all are. They will drive you insane."
"You don't seem that insane." I said.
"Technically I'm not. I'm only in here because I have recurring nightmare, scream when I see someone who looks like my parents assassin and because I... stabbed someone with a sharpened pencil when I was six, but that's in the past. I don't stab people anymore." I was saying nothing.
"So you're sane, in some sense." Mike said.
"Yep."
"Well that's reassuring." The door was heaved open again. A guy was stood in the doorframe. He had the shape of a boxer, huge arms, wide chest and thick legs. He had no hair and large hands that could strangle someone instantly.
"How are the inmates?" He boomed.
"Fuck off Benson, you psychopathic freak!" Hite shouted, standing in front of him.
"That's not very nice." He chuckled.
"I know it's not very nice, I'm not thick, unlike some people I could mention." She said, eyeballing him. He didn't really like that. He yanked Hite up by her throat with one hand.
"What?"
"I said you are thick. And you've just proved it!" She spat in his face. Benson tightened his grip and Hite gasped. She's gonna die. Get up and do something! I was frozen to the spot.
"Let her go. She's no use to you." Mike said, getting up. Brave bastard
"Why should I? You don't know, she might be useful... in certain ways." He winked at her.
"Fuck off dude. She's 14!" Tre shouted.
"The father figure has reared his head." He taunted. Hite's face was now going purple. "That's just what you want, isn't it? A father." A single tar ran down Hite's cheek. "Ha ha, I knew it. You just want them here so you can feel normal, isn't it?" He shouted. Hite nodded slightly, Benson's hand was in the way. He laughed some more. Hite's glazed, innocent eyes gained anger as she kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could. Benson lost his grip and Hite fell to the floor, gasping for air. Tre ran to see if she was ok. He was the father figure. Benson regained his former stance.
"If that's the way you want it... " He said, leaving the sentence unanswered by kicking Hite in the chest. She doubled over, her breathing erratic.
"What is your fucking problem?" Mike shouted.
"You'll see." The fucker finally left, locking the door and leaving us.
"I'm so sorry." Hite winced before passing out.
This is stupid. Goddamn you Tre, why did you have to drag me along? I sighed as I looked up at the building. Gray bricks. Bars over all the windows.
"Not really the greatest exterior." Mike commented.
"What do you expect? It's a goddamn metal asylum." I said. Mike shrugged and Tre's head sank further into his shoulders.
"What's up? Cold feet?" I teased.
"No. It's you two. Please don't say things like that inside." He begged.
"Fine." We muttered. This really meant a lot to him. The automatic doors creaked open and Tre went to the desk to sign us in.
"Why aren't I aloud to wear black?" I asked Mike.
"Because my parents were shot by a mystery assassin who wore nothing but black and had green eyes." A voice said, making me jump. It was a girl with longish, straggly hair and deep blue eyes. We stared at her. I didn't know what to say.
"Are you Hite?" Mike asked.
"Yep, you must be Mike and Billie. Hi." She was very quiet; I could hardly hear her and her eyes kept darting around. Mike shook her hand, less freaked out than I was.
"Tre should be here in a minuet, the security's a nightmare." Mike said.
"That's because there's been too many breakouts for them to cope with."
"You breakout often?"
"No, but it always fun when you do." She smiled. Tre came over, grinning like hell.
"Hiya Tre." She said. Tre hugged her. Hite was a little surprised but she didn't know Tre like we did.
"Do you always do this?" She asked.
"Yep." We all said.
"Ok then." Hite said. She led us down the hall to a wide space, filled with people in white robes. Everyone was strangely quiet and tense. The door slammed behind us.
"Sorry about what happens next, we're just desperate to get out you see." I would not like what happened next. Hite moved into the crowd with her head hung low. The white robed mentals advanced.
"Guys... " I said. Half of the robed people pounced on us and pinned us to the floor. Three of the more sensible people walked nearer, with fucking needles.
"Holy shit!" I shouted. I knew this was a bed fucking idea. Thanks a bunch Tre, we're now going to die! Mike was the first to be drugged, followed by Tre then me. We were propped up against the wall, feeling more and more drowsy as the time past. I finally closed my eyes to the sight of Hite weeping slightly.
"Bill, wake up." Mike hissed. I groaned. My head was thumping as I moved it.
"What the fuck happened?"
"That's what I'd like to know." He said, fear in his voice. I put my head back to where it was. The wall was soft. I shot up and looked round. A padded cell. Tre was in the other corner, huddled up.
"Is he alright?" I asked.
"No. Of course he's not. Look at him."
"Sorry I dragged you guys into this." He mumbled into the wall. You fucking should be! Thanks to you I'm now in a padded fucking cell! I didn't say that obviously.
"Forget about it." Was what I said instead.
"How can I? Because of me we are now stuck here."
"It's not your fault, it's... theirs." Mike said, his eyes shifting about.
"What?" I said.
"I woke up first. Three were in here filming us."
"Why would they film us?" Tre asked.
"Isn't it obvious? We've been kidnapped by mentals!" Mike snapped. Tre sank further into the sponge walls. I tried to scratch my head, I couldn't.
"Oh and we're also in strap jackets." Mike added.
"They don't fuck about." I said. "Ok down to the official business of the day, how are we going to get out?"
"Thats the thing... " Tre sighed. "We... can't."
"WHAT?" I shouted
"We can't get out. That door had 18 locks on it and six bolts. Only the boss of this place has the keys to the door."
"How do you know that?"
"Hite told me in one of her letters." I moaned and put my head between my feet (I was sat cross legged). The heavy steel door was shoved aside and a body was thrown in with us. I ran for it, trying to get out. The white robes were faster and closed the door. I smacked my head on solid steel. I fell back and stared at the padded ceiling.
"You were gonna leave us, weren't you?" Mike said.
"No, I was trying to get out."
"Yeah, without us." Mike huffed. The body groaned and turned over.
"Hite!" Tre shouted. She clutched her forehead, her twiggy arms covered in pin pricks and scars.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." Mike said. She opened her eyes and looked miserable.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered. "None of this was my idea, I swear."
"Then whose idea was it?"
"Benson's. He thought the only way out would be to kidnap you guys, take over the place and wait for the authorities to come. That's why he's in here, he never fucking learns. I mean kidnapping Kurt Cobbain for $20, he's a twat with a shotgun!"
"That explains some of it, how about the rest? Like... when are we going to be let out of here?" I said.
"You... won't be let out and now neither will I."
"We won't be let out?"
"No, there was a huge uproar twenty minutes after you were thrown in here, they were going to let you go but now they are going to shoot you or chop you up into little bits, mafia style, and post them to the appropriate people. Either way we're all dead." She laughed for the hell of it.
"One problem at a time, first, could you let us out of these things?" Tre asked. Hite walked over and undid his strap jacket and ours before sulking into a corner, saying nothing more for ages. Tre moved and sat next to her, placing his arm around her shoulder.
"We don't blame you for anything that's happened." He said, softly. "But, since your sort of the expert out of us, is there anything we need to know to stay alive?"
"Yeah, there are loads of things."
"Like what?"
"It may not sound like a way to stay alive but don't eat the so called food they'll give you."
"Why not?"
"It's laced with drugs and tranquilizers. Eat too much of it and you'll die from a heart attack."
"Then what are we going to eat?" I asked.
"You can do what I did... " She stood up and pulled a sponge patch off the wall, revelling the most candy I've ever seen. "It goes back of quite a while so we should be fine for at least a week."
"Where the fuck did you get that?" Mike asked.
"Just because I've been in solitary confinement doesn't mean I don't have my ways." She smiled and sat back down, replacing the sponge tile.
"Anything else we need to know?" I asked, hope emerging from this situation.
"Don't trust anyone outside these walls." She said, patting them. "They will lie, cheat and lower you to a place where you will never return."
"Where's that?"
"Where you're sat at this very moment, where we all are. They will drive you insane."
"You don't seem that insane." I said.
"Technically I'm not. I'm only in here because I have recurring nightmare, scream when I see someone who looks like my parents assassin and because I... stabbed someone with a sharpened pencil when I was six, but that's in the past. I don't stab people anymore." I was saying nothing.
"So you're sane, in some sense." Mike said.
"Yep."
"Well that's reassuring." The door was heaved open again. A guy was stood in the doorframe. He had the shape of a boxer, huge arms, wide chest and thick legs. He had no hair and large hands that could strangle someone instantly.
"How are the inmates?" He boomed.
"Fuck off Benson, you psychopathic freak!" Hite shouted, standing in front of him.
"That's not very nice." He chuckled.
"I know it's not very nice, I'm not thick, unlike some people I could mention." She said, eyeballing him. He didn't really like that. He yanked Hite up by her throat with one hand.
"What?"
"I said you are thick. And you've just proved it!" She spat in his face. Benson tightened his grip and Hite gasped. She's gonna die. Get up and do something! I was frozen to the spot.
"Let her go. She's no use to you." Mike said, getting up. Brave bastard
"Why should I? You don't know, she might be useful... in certain ways." He winked at her.
"Fuck off dude. She's 14!" Tre shouted.
"The father figure has reared his head." He taunted. Hite's face was now going purple. "That's just what you want, isn't it? A father." A single tar ran down Hite's cheek. "Ha ha, I knew it. You just want them here so you can feel normal, isn't it?" He shouted. Hite nodded slightly, Benson's hand was in the way. He laughed some more. Hite's glazed, innocent eyes gained anger as she kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could. Benson lost his grip and Hite fell to the floor, gasping for air. Tre ran to see if she was ok. He was the father figure. Benson regained his former stance.
"If that's the way you want it... " He said, leaving the sentence unanswered by kicking Hite in the chest. She doubled over, her breathing erratic.
"What is your fucking problem?" Mike shouted.
"You'll see." The fucker finally left, locking the door and leaving us.
"I'm so sorry." Hite winced before passing out.
