Okay I'm still experimenting with the cover and finding character pictures. Any tips and critique are welcome of course!
Okay so there's this girl. Finally one person in the whole place that doesn't reek with crazy. Just wanting to get to know her better and have a normal conversation. She's cute enough too. Hmmmm.... I wonder why she's in here.
"Hey, uh, you looked kind of bored and lonely over here. Care for some company?"
"I'd rather talk to the voices. Thank-you," she retorted coldly. I could feel my jaw hang open. :"It was a joke. I'm not that particular brand of nuts," she said in a half-joking manner. "Oh? Punny are we?" I laughed. She looked at me taking me in. "Going back to your first question, yes, you may join me. Only if you keep the arrogance to a minimum," she said.
Pulling a chair over I sat next to her giving her a joking glare. "Everything isn't funny you know?" she spat. "I just wanted to know if you wanted company, d--n," I muttered. "You thin you're fantastic and everyone here is beneath you. A sif you know their stories. You see me as a pretty girl who might talk to you and maybe if you play your cards right sleep with you when we get out, right? Why else would you speak to me?" She got up and stormed out.
What could I say she was kind of a mind reader. I wasn't thinking about sleeping with her, but maybe a make-out session or two. Nothing too serious. What was this chicks deal? Man, I could use a smoke now. What I would give for just one blunt. Just one. Not even enough to get high. Just enough so this chick could see the real me. Maybe she smokes. Holy mother of God. She's be perfect. Maybe, just maybe I can win her over. Just play the good boy during circle time card. Whatever.
As if I would talk to him. Why is it that every boy only comes up to me for the same reason? I'm smart and I can sing too, but no-one ever bothers to find that out. I'm never good enough to stick around with anyone. They use me then leave me out to die. Great it's circle time. Here we go...
I grabbed a seat right across from her. I needed to know this chick's story. If she was like me, she'd be perfect. "Okay, who would like to go first?" the nurse asked. Everyone glanced at each other nervously/ In my circle, everyone struggled with depression or drugs or some other mildly thing. Nothing like schizophrenia or anything. They could probably have a circle meeting all by themselves. I smiled a little thinking of that. Of course I received the death glare from the queen of all creation across the room. This was gonna be hard. "Would anyone like to ask another person a question?" Nurse Whatshername asked again. "Yeah, I have a question," I started. "You there, why are you here exactly?" I asked pointing to the girl I'd been talking to. "First, my name is Candace. Secondly, I'm being treated for depression," she said coolly. "Oh? Do you know what caused your depression? I asked actually interested.Candace sighed, "When you get raped by your own father after school for a few weeks, we'll see how you feel." I gaped again. "Oh, I had no idea..." my voice trailed. "And you?" she asked. "I'm dealing with a little drug issue. Nothing major, just ODed once. scared my godparents," my response came slowly, trying to be careful. "Well you two seem to be working well together. Would you like to go to another room to talk? The rest of the group seems to be having some trouble opening up." the nurse said calmly. "Stan, take them to their own room," she asked the guard. I looked at Candace to see if she was comfortable with this. She gave me the same look and nodded. I smiled. For once this crazy house was starting to make sense.
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