A Taste For Suicidal, chapter 7
"Well, would you look at that? It's Bailey!" Kindra announced abruptly as we were walking to the lunch hall.
I stopped walking and looked where my youngest room-mate had pointed. Immediatly I noticed a suprisingly stunning girl who couldn't have been older than myself. I couldn't believe that she was there, in a mental home.
She had jet black hair with a bloodred color underneath and many scars covered her shoulders and wrists. Her nose was pierced with a single stud and she wore the darkest make-up. Six years of pain had turned her into that...
"Dude, move it. You're starting to drool." Keith said with a slight tap to my shoulder.
"Am not!" I protested, though I was wipping the drool from my chin as I spoke.
"Every newb falls for my sister." Kindra sighed. "I just don't understand why they can't realize that she isn't that kind of girl..."
The rest of the group moved on. I stood there, thinking about what Kindra had said. What did she mean? What kind of girl? I let the thoughts escape my mind souly for the sake of me enjoying my first lunch.
We got in the lunch line, which moved rather slowly. The lunch ladys' serving us slopped some chunky looking soup into our bowls, handed us a milk and a spoon and sent us off. As we sat down I was under the impression that the soup might eat me before I ate it.
"Eat up, rockstar." Kindra chuckled.
"He's probably used to stakes and delcious meals of that sort..." Melodie scuffed. She shoveled a bite of soup in her mouth. "Being a rich kid and all that."
Keith pushed his bowl aside, disgusted, and looked at me. "Why are you here again?" he questioned.
"I cut." I replied.
"Well obviously but why do you even bother? You have everything!" he said.
"Yeah, everything that dosen't matter..." I rememberd those words. "You guys have no idea what it's like to have a father who only cares about making the public happy and working on albums. It's shit."
"So buy a new father."
"Ease off."
I looked up and noticed that a boy I had never met before was standing behind me. He had shaggy blonde hair and a soft face, looked about Keith's age and sorta reminded me of Mike. Apperantly he had been listening to our conversation.
"It's assholes like you who make people cut in the first place. I'll be damned if you stay here any longer." he shot.
"We're sorry Seth." Kindra responded. "It won't happen again."
"That's what I thought." he warned.
He winked at me and strolled away. Only one thought was in my head then. Who the hell was that? Keith and Melodie were thinking the same thing, I'm sure, for they looked at each with 'what the fuck' expressions on their faces.
"Who was that guy?" Keith questioned.
Kindra frowned. "That was Seth Monningham. He's been here for ten years, since he was seven, and he pretty much controls the other patients. Bailey has told me about him. She says stay on his good side or he'll report you." she told us.
"Report us?" he asked.
"He'll tell the helpers that you're hiding a blade of some sort and that you've been using it for you-know-what. You might just wake up one morning with fresh cuts and a blade under your pillow..." she trailed off.
I stopped walking and looked where my youngest room-mate had pointed. Immediatly I noticed a suprisingly stunning girl who couldn't have been older than myself. I couldn't believe that she was there, in a mental home.
She had jet black hair with a bloodred color underneath and many scars covered her shoulders and wrists. Her nose was pierced with a single stud and she wore the darkest make-up. Six years of pain had turned her into that...
"Dude, move it. You're starting to drool." Keith said with a slight tap to my shoulder.
"Am not!" I protested, though I was wipping the drool from my chin as I spoke.
"Every newb falls for my sister." Kindra sighed. "I just don't understand why they can't realize that she isn't that kind of girl..."
The rest of the group moved on. I stood there, thinking about what Kindra had said. What did she mean? What kind of girl? I let the thoughts escape my mind souly for the sake of me enjoying my first lunch.
We got in the lunch line, which moved rather slowly. The lunch ladys' serving us slopped some chunky looking soup into our bowls, handed us a milk and a spoon and sent us off. As we sat down I was under the impression that the soup might eat me before I ate it.
"Eat up, rockstar." Kindra chuckled.
"He's probably used to stakes and delcious meals of that sort..." Melodie scuffed. She shoveled a bite of soup in her mouth. "Being a rich kid and all that."
Keith pushed his bowl aside, disgusted, and looked at me. "Why are you here again?" he questioned.
"I cut." I replied.
"Well obviously but why do you even bother? You have everything!" he said.
"Yeah, everything that dosen't matter..." I rememberd those words. "You guys have no idea what it's like to have a father who only cares about making the public happy and working on albums. It's shit."
"So buy a new father."
"Ease off."
I looked up and noticed that a boy I had never met before was standing behind me. He had shaggy blonde hair and a soft face, looked about Keith's age and sorta reminded me of Mike. Apperantly he had been listening to our conversation.
"It's assholes like you who make people cut in the first place. I'll be damned if you stay here any longer." he shot.
"We're sorry Seth." Kindra responded. "It won't happen again."
"That's what I thought." he warned.
He winked at me and strolled away. Only one thought was in my head then. Who the hell was that? Keith and Melodie were thinking the same thing, I'm sure, for they looked at each with 'what the fuck' expressions on their faces.
"Who was that guy?" Keith questioned.
Kindra frowned. "That was Seth Monningham. He's been here for ten years, since he was seven, and he pretty much controls the other patients. Bailey has told me about him. She says stay on his good side or he'll report you." she told us.
"Report us?" he asked.
"He'll tell the helpers that you're hiding a blade of some sort and that you've been using it for you-know-what. You might just wake up one morning with fresh cuts and a blade under your pillow..." she trailed off.
