The Story of My Life (but not as you know it), chapter 7
I know now why they gave me tranquilisers, without them I can't sleep. I've been trying for hours but I just can't do it. I don't really need to sleep, I don't feel tired. But it's for my own good. I don't like me when I'm grouchy, no body does. I can wear myself out, but I've been doing that almost all day. Why aren't I tried? I didn't feel tired yesterday, but I did pass out so that's probably why. I jumped around some more, in a single person mosh pit style. Still nothing. Eventually I gave up and lied down, kicking the wall with all my force. My feet kept bouncing back. I wish I was a sponge. It's so fucking easy. You're not even alive, you just lie there and do fuck all most of the time. Whoa, that's not normal, since when do I want to be a sponge? Gah!
"MIKE! WAKE UP!" I shouted.
"Why?"
"BILLIE'S GONE!" He shot up. His eyes looked around the room.
"That bastard left us!"
"That's what I thought at first but think about it, HOW DID HE GET OUT?"
"Stop shouting man."
"Sorry." I sat back down.
"He left us." Mike said again, not quite believing it. "He left us here to die. FUCKING BASTARD!" Finally he felt how I felt. He stood up and started kicking the wall, swearing a lot.
"FUCKINGBASTARDCUNTSHITBRAINEDWANKER!" He screamed. I'd never seen him so angry. There was a huge cracking sound and the wall fell on Mike's head!
What would they do if... a fire broke out? They'd put a stop to it before it reached this far and all the doors are flame resistant. Damn my logical brain. It has to think of an answer before I can try it out. I suppose it saves time but it's bloody annoying. Ok, what would they do in case the... bomb drops? In case the bomb drops! Get real!
"Mike, are you ok?"
"What do you think, a wall has just fallen on my head. OF COURSE I'M NOT OK!" I shouted.
"You will be in a minuet." He got the mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"It doesn't involve hookers does it?" Last time Tre looked like that I almost got arrested.
"It's better than that my friend... "
"Not Disneyland again!" Where the fuck did Disneyland come from?
"No." Tre said confused. "Your frantic wall kicking over has created a way out." I got up so I was leaning on my elbows.
"Really?"
"Yeah, see. A small tunnel." Tre said, pointing to it. "Let's go! We have to save Hite." He pulled me up and practically dragged me through the tiny tunnel. This must be how Billie got out. I'm gonna kick his face in for leaving us there. The tunnel ended under a floor tile in the corridor, fight outside the door of the cell. I sighed inwardly as Tre tried to break Hite out of her cell by smacking his shoe against the window. Shame he was wearing converses...
"AHHHH!" I screamed. Tre took a step back and put his hands up like he was surrendering. How the fuck did he get out there? Oh fuck the answer.
"Let me out!" I shouted. Tre continued to whack his shoe against the window. Mike stood next to him and said something. Tre stopped trying and let Mike have a go. I thought he was going have a go at show whacking, but no. Mike used his head. Quite literally. The glass cracked in no time, leaving bloody cuts in Mike's forehead.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Never better." He said, sticking his thumb up. I was pulled out of the tiny hole. The little pieces of glass left in the frame cut my sides up but I didn't care. I was out! I hugged them both but noticed one was missing.
"Hey, where's Billie?"
"That's what we'd like to know."
Shit, this is not good. This is really not good. This guy's completely out of his mind. Well I suppose you'd have to be in this place. I wonder where he got that knife. They should hide sharp objects from mental patients! But where did he get rope from in here? It's not as if they need it. Ok so I'm tied to a chair. I'm too scared to move or even breathe. My forehead had been slashed and the blood trickled down into my eyes so I couldn't see anything without a red haze. The knife wielding bastard had slashed my arms as well. He really liked that knife, he wouldn't let go of it. I had a very bad feeling about how this would end.
"MIKE! WAKE UP!" I shouted.
"Why?"
"BILLIE'S GONE!" He shot up. His eyes looked around the room.
"That bastard left us!"
"That's what I thought at first but think about it, HOW DID HE GET OUT?"
"Stop shouting man."
"Sorry." I sat back down.
"He left us." Mike said again, not quite believing it. "He left us here to die. FUCKING BASTARD!" Finally he felt how I felt. He stood up and started kicking the wall, swearing a lot.
"FUCKINGBASTARDCUNTSHITBRAINEDWANKER!" He screamed. I'd never seen him so angry. There was a huge cracking sound and the wall fell on Mike's head!
What would they do if... a fire broke out? They'd put a stop to it before it reached this far and all the doors are flame resistant. Damn my logical brain. It has to think of an answer before I can try it out. I suppose it saves time but it's bloody annoying. Ok, what would they do in case the... bomb drops? In case the bomb drops! Get real!
"Mike, are you ok?"
"What do you think, a wall has just fallen on my head. OF COURSE I'M NOT OK!" I shouted.
"You will be in a minuet." He got the mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"It doesn't involve hookers does it?" Last time Tre looked like that I almost got arrested.
"It's better than that my friend... "
"Not Disneyland again!" Where the fuck did Disneyland come from?
"No." Tre said confused. "Your frantic wall kicking over has created a way out." I got up so I was leaning on my elbows.
"Really?"
"Yeah, see. A small tunnel." Tre said, pointing to it. "Let's go! We have to save Hite." He pulled me up and practically dragged me through the tiny tunnel. This must be how Billie got out. I'm gonna kick his face in for leaving us there. The tunnel ended under a floor tile in the corridor, fight outside the door of the cell. I sighed inwardly as Tre tried to break Hite out of her cell by smacking his shoe against the window. Shame he was wearing converses...
"AHHHH!" I screamed. Tre took a step back and put his hands up like he was surrendering. How the fuck did he get out there? Oh fuck the answer.
"Let me out!" I shouted. Tre continued to whack his shoe against the window. Mike stood next to him and said something. Tre stopped trying and let Mike have a go. I thought he was going have a go at show whacking, but no. Mike used his head. Quite literally. The glass cracked in no time, leaving bloody cuts in Mike's forehead.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Never better." He said, sticking his thumb up. I was pulled out of the tiny hole. The little pieces of glass left in the frame cut my sides up but I didn't care. I was out! I hugged them both but noticed one was missing.
"Hey, where's Billie?"
"That's what we'd like to know."
Shit, this is not good. This is really not good. This guy's completely out of his mind. Well I suppose you'd have to be in this place. I wonder where he got that knife. They should hide sharp objects from mental patients! But where did he get rope from in here? It's not as if they need it. Ok so I'm tied to a chair. I'm too scared to move or even breathe. My forehead had been slashed and the blood trickled down into my eyes so I couldn't see anything without a red haze. The knife wielding bastard had slashed my arms as well. He really liked that knife, he wouldn't let go of it. I had a very bad feeling about how this would end.
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