I Feel Sick., chapter 1
Based on the comic book by Jhonen Vasquez.
With her paintbrush, Devi strikes her painting with red paint in anger.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, shit, shit, fuck!"
Devi sits on the floor in her painting room staring intently at one of her paintings - a painting of a doll. But not just a doll. Sickness. That was the doll's name.
"Fuck you."
She sees the the doll's red strikes disappear.
"No, I'm not. I am NOT talking to myself."
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
Devi gets up and stares at the phone.
SWEET ANGRY JEEZUS. It's . . . THE PHONE. She thinks.
She picks up.
"Wet Jimmy's Gourmet Assmeats. This be pickup, or delivery?!" Devi yells into the phone.
"Um . . . what the hell?! Devi?" A voice says on the other line.
Devi sits down on a chair.
"Oh, Tenna. Hi, what's up?"
"YOU are! And you're being loud. What's wrong?" Her friend asks.
"Oh God. THERE'S a question. I just...just...nice weather out, huh?" Devi responds, looking up at her ceiling, trying to change the subject.
"Hmm...Devi is displeased. I'll be right up!"
"Oh, no, really, I don't . . . "
Tenna hangs up.
THUD.
STEP STEP STEP.
STEP STEP.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
PRIVACY PROTECTION SYSTEM: Organism behind door is friend. Do not bludgeon with toaster.
"I HUNGER FOR ASSMEATS, BITCH!" Tenna screams while knocking behind Devi's apartment door.
Devi opens her door before saying, "I'm surprised the psychic lady downstairs hasn't yelled at us, yet."
Speak of the devil. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! DIE IN THAT PLANE CRASH, ALREADY!" screamed from downstairs.
"Sorry!! We'll be more quiet, now!" Devi yells back.
"It will frighten you, out quietness!!" Tenna adds.
"So...you wanna tell me why you're screaming at three in the morning?" Tenna asks Devi while sitting on her couch.
Devi pases around her living room while staring at the floor. "No. I don't know. I don't think I can just yet."
Tenna holds out her little skeleton doll with a grin on her face, "Awww...come on! Talk to Spooky!"
She squeaks Spooky while Devi stares at it.
"I reeeally don't think so, Tenna. I...I hate Spooky."
Tenna takes the skeleton doll away with a sad face. "She didn't mean it, Spooky."
With her paintbrush, Devi strikes her painting with red paint in anger.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, shit, shit, fuck!"
Devi sits on the floor in her painting room staring intently at one of her paintings - a painting of a doll. But not just a doll. Sickness. That was the doll's name.
"Fuck you."
She sees the the doll's red strikes disappear.
"No, I'm not. I am NOT talking to myself."
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
Devi gets up and stares at the phone.
SWEET ANGRY JEEZUS. It's . . . THE PHONE. She thinks.
She picks up.
"Wet Jimmy's Gourmet Assmeats. This be pickup, or delivery?!" Devi yells into the phone.
"Um . . . what the hell?! Devi?" A voice says on the other line.
Devi sits down on a chair.
"Oh, Tenna. Hi, what's up?"
"YOU are! And you're being loud. What's wrong?" Her friend asks.
"Oh God. THERE'S a question. I just...just...nice weather out, huh?" Devi responds, looking up at her ceiling, trying to change the subject.
"Hmm...Devi is displeased. I'll be right up!"
"Oh, no, really, I don't . . . "
Tenna hangs up.
THUD.
STEP STEP STEP.
STEP STEP.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
PRIVACY PROTECTION SYSTEM: Organism behind door is friend. Do not bludgeon with toaster.
"I HUNGER FOR ASSMEATS, BITCH!" Tenna screams while knocking behind Devi's apartment door.
Devi opens her door before saying, "I'm surprised the psychic lady downstairs hasn't yelled at us, yet."
Speak of the devil. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! DIE IN THAT PLANE CRASH, ALREADY!" screamed from downstairs.
"Sorry!! We'll be more quiet, now!" Devi yells back.
"It will frighten you, out quietness!!" Tenna adds.
"So...you wanna tell me why you're screaming at three in the morning?" Tenna asks Devi while sitting on her couch.
Devi pases around her living room while staring at the floor. "No. I don't know. I don't think I can just yet."
Tenna holds out her little skeleton doll with a grin on her face, "Awww...come on! Talk to Spooky!"
She squeaks Spooky while Devi stares at it.
"I reeeally don't think so, Tenna. I...I hate Spooky."
Tenna takes the skeleton doll away with a sad face. "She didn't mean it, Spooky."
