The Story of My Life (but not as you know it), chapter 6
Just relax. It didn't mean anything. He's was just desperate, that's all. Every one gets desperate from time to time. Then why do I feel so dirty? Nothing my ass. He's been staring at you ever since you turned thirteen. My dark side reared its head from somewhere. And you have to admit you liked it, you can't lie to me.
"I didn't fucking like it. It hurt and it made me feel cheap and dirty." I said. No one was going to hear me.
Let me double check that... oh. Right, sorry. It disappeared again. It always does. Finally I reached to office. That was a fucking state. The only things that weren't turned over were the computer and the filing cabinet. Seeing that I'm here... I started looking through the cabinet, searching for my file. It was a newish folder and not very thick. I took it out and read it.
Name: Sadie Johnson
Age: 15
Height: 5"7 & 1/2
Reason for insanity: Saw her parents, Jess and Mark, shot in the face by an hit man hired by Mark
Unusual qualities:
1. Doesn't talk to anyone besides Ralf Little.
2. Abnormally athletic.
3. Screams whenever she sees someone who has green eyes, dressed entirely in black.
4. Doesn't eat much.
5. Is on an unusual amount of medication [see below].
Medication [shorthand]: two red pills, three blue pills, one purple pill, 25ml of Mebalatie
She really isn't coming back. Billie was right and he knows it. He's been acting smug for ages.
"Alright, I was wrong and you were right." I said. Billie just smiled more. I wanted to knock that smile right off his face.
"Now that we've agreed on something, how are we getting out?" He asked.
"I don't know, you're the one that was right."
My dad did it. He hired a HIT MAN! No. Hold it together. Find the key. I looked everywhere. I couldn't find it. I searched the entire building and couldn't find it.
"Looking for this." I turned round. Benson dangled the key in front of him. I made a grab for it. Big mistake. He put the blade of the knife next to my throat. "Now, let's find your friends." He was too close again. He was constantly touching me through the corridor and to the cell. You could hear them a mile away.
"What is wrong with you two? Ever since we got here you've done nothing but fight! Just stop it!" Mike shouted.
"It's his fucking fault we're in this mess in the first place!" Billie shouted. I could now see them through the hole. Billie was going nuts, Mike was trying to keep everything together and Tre wasn't taking it all. But he was the first to spot us.
"Oh no, we haven't stopped anything have we. Please continue. Its good viewing."
"You asshole! Let her go!" Tre said in my defence.
"No, I'm not quite done with her." His free hand crept up my arm. Definite cringe moment. Please get off me! He opened the door to the cell opposite and threw me in. I was on my own again. No way of getting out since I had no shoes. Benson walked off.
"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I shouted. Tre stuck his head through the hole in the opposite cell and said something. I couldn't hear him. I shook my head. He said something again. This was going to be a long day.
"Just relax! I'll get you out!" Tre shouted. My god he was dumb sometimes.
"Tre, she can't hear you. How many times do I have to say it?"
"Sorry Mike." He said, sitting back down as far from Billie as possible. I sighed.
"That's it!" I shouted, standing up. The hole didn't look that small and I was skinnier than the guys.
"Quit dreaming, you ain't getting out of there." Billie said as I studied the hole. As usual he was right. Hite could only just get through it and she looks like a recovering anorexic, still bone skinny but not so much that she's going to die. I looked at the other door. The window was much smaller. We were all stuck.
"Hey mister where you headed, are you in a hurry? Need a lift to happy hour, say oh no! Do you break for distilled spirits, need a break as well! The well that inebriates the guilt, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4!" This is better than I expected. I can sing again and jump around like a loony once more. The thing about padded cells is you can bounce on them all day and not get tired or break anything. They are so cool. No one is having more fun than me!
"Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise!" I know every Green Day song, even the one's they didn't release. How I hear you cry, well, at times like theses, when I was going a bit mental, Ralf let me listen to my walkman (it was before ipods) and he always had a Green Day CD. He downloaded the ones they didn't release from the internet. That's it! RALF! Jesus, why didn't I think of that before? Because he stopped working here three days ago you dumb fuck, he got a better job in the city, not here in the fucking countryside, miles from anywhere. There goes that idea.
Son of a bitch this is boring! Why is everyone so fucking quiet? Because they don't like you anymore. Don't shout at Tre then Mike will talk to you, it's so simple a bloody chimp could do it! I sighed silently but my head was right. I had to stop getting on their nerves. I kicked the wall in frustration. It hurt. I kicked the wall in a padded cell and it hurt, that's not meant to happen!
"What the fuck?" I said, kicking the panel again. It fell away to revel a small tunnel, a tunnel that lead to the other side of the door! Fuck yeah! I looked at Mike and Tre, both were fast asleep. I could have woken them up, I just didn't. This little voice at the back of my head was telling me not to tell them, I ALWAYS listen to that voice. After I replaced the panel the tunnel wasn't that big, but it wasn't that long either. RESULT! I was soon out and running far away from that building, meaning to come back. I got to the door. It was locked and every window had bars on them.
"You are going no where Armstrong!"
"I didn't fucking like it. It hurt and it made me feel cheap and dirty." I said. No one was going to hear me.
Let me double check that... oh. Right, sorry. It disappeared again. It always does. Finally I reached to office. That was a fucking state. The only things that weren't turned over were the computer and the filing cabinet. Seeing that I'm here... I started looking through the cabinet, searching for my file. It was a newish folder and not very thick. I took it out and read it.
Name: Sadie Johnson
Age: 15
Height: 5"7 & 1/2
Reason for insanity: Saw her parents, Jess and Mark, shot in the face by an hit man hired by Mark
Unusual qualities:
1. Doesn't talk to anyone besides Ralf Little.
2. Abnormally athletic.
3. Screams whenever she sees someone who has green eyes, dressed entirely in black.
4. Doesn't eat much.
5. Is on an unusual amount of medication [see below].
Medication [shorthand]: two red pills, three blue pills, one purple pill, 25ml of Mebalatie
She really isn't coming back. Billie was right and he knows it. He's been acting smug for ages.
"Alright, I was wrong and you were right." I said. Billie just smiled more. I wanted to knock that smile right off his face.
"Now that we've agreed on something, how are we getting out?" He asked.
"I don't know, you're the one that was right."
My dad did it. He hired a HIT MAN! No. Hold it together. Find the key. I looked everywhere. I couldn't find it. I searched the entire building and couldn't find it.
"Looking for this." I turned round. Benson dangled the key in front of him. I made a grab for it. Big mistake. He put the blade of the knife next to my throat. "Now, let's find your friends." He was too close again. He was constantly touching me through the corridor and to the cell. You could hear them a mile away.
"What is wrong with you two? Ever since we got here you've done nothing but fight! Just stop it!" Mike shouted.
"It's his fucking fault we're in this mess in the first place!" Billie shouted. I could now see them through the hole. Billie was going nuts, Mike was trying to keep everything together and Tre wasn't taking it all. But he was the first to spot us.
"Oh no, we haven't stopped anything have we. Please continue. Its good viewing."
"You asshole! Let her go!" Tre said in my defence.
"No, I'm not quite done with her." His free hand crept up my arm. Definite cringe moment. Please get off me! He opened the door to the cell opposite and threw me in. I was on my own again. No way of getting out since I had no shoes. Benson walked off.
"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I shouted. Tre stuck his head through the hole in the opposite cell and said something. I couldn't hear him. I shook my head. He said something again. This was going to be a long day.
"Just relax! I'll get you out!" Tre shouted. My god he was dumb sometimes.
"Tre, she can't hear you. How many times do I have to say it?"
"Sorry Mike." He said, sitting back down as far from Billie as possible. I sighed.
"That's it!" I shouted, standing up. The hole didn't look that small and I was skinnier than the guys.
"Quit dreaming, you ain't getting out of there." Billie said as I studied the hole. As usual he was right. Hite could only just get through it and she looks like a recovering anorexic, still bone skinny but not so much that she's going to die. I looked at the other door. The window was much smaller. We were all stuck.
"Hey mister where you headed, are you in a hurry? Need a lift to happy hour, say oh no! Do you break for distilled spirits, need a break as well! The well that inebriates the guilt, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4!" This is better than I expected. I can sing again and jump around like a loony once more. The thing about padded cells is you can bounce on them all day and not get tired or break anything. They are so cool. No one is having more fun than me!
"Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise!" I know every Green Day song, even the one's they didn't release. How I hear you cry, well, at times like theses, when I was going a bit mental, Ralf let me listen to my walkman (it was before ipods) and he always had a Green Day CD. He downloaded the ones they didn't release from the internet. That's it! RALF! Jesus, why didn't I think of that before? Because he stopped working here three days ago you dumb fuck, he got a better job in the city, not here in the fucking countryside, miles from anywhere. There goes that idea.
Son of a bitch this is boring! Why is everyone so fucking quiet? Because they don't like you anymore. Don't shout at Tre then Mike will talk to you, it's so simple a bloody chimp could do it! I sighed silently but my head was right. I had to stop getting on their nerves. I kicked the wall in frustration. It hurt. I kicked the wall in a padded cell and it hurt, that's not meant to happen!
"What the fuck?" I said, kicking the panel again. It fell away to revel a small tunnel, a tunnel that lead to the other side of the door! Fuck yeah! I looked at Mike and Tre, both were fast asleep. I could have woken them up, I just didn't. This little voice at the back of my head was telling me not to tell them, I ALWAYS listen to that voice. After I replaced the panel the tunnel wasn't that big, but it wasn't that long either. RESULT! I was soon out and running far away from that building, meaning to come back. I got to the door. It was locked and every window had bars on them.
"You are going no where Armstrong!"
