part 6/7

A light at the door was brighter than God himself. He thought that he had finally died and got away from all the fucked up people that surrounded him. He was wrong. He finally saw why the light was straining his eyes. It was a flash light. It wasn't any flash light, though. It was a flash light that belonged to a young woman who had terrible features. Hook nose, cleft chin, round deer-like eyes, sunken cheeks, everything he hated in the people around him. Yet, she had this look like she had something to say. He always thought that words were at the tip of her tongue. He never wanted to speak because he thought she'd counter block him with something important or even something relevant at all.

"Why the fuck does she look like that? She's one of those fucking people that always look like they're crying or always look pissed or always look SOMETHING. But, with her, she always looks like she's about to talk. Fuck it..."

"Miss, I don't mean to be rude but what the fuck are you doing in here and why aren't you saying anything? I don't belong in here. It was all a joke. I came in here to make myself laugh. Where is the girl from the front desk? That bitch called them in and I didn't even tell her to. I wanted to come in here slowly and smoothly, not be attacked by a fucking pack of sweaty ass bulls like I'm a threat to society."

"But you are a threat to society."

"Who the fuck said that? I told you it was a joke. I told you that she called them in and I didn't ask to be in here. Can you guys not take a fucken joke?"

"Excuse me, I was the bitch at the front desk."

"oh..........."

The door followed her suit as she left. once again locked up to think for himself. Once again blinded by the whiteness of the room and his bed and his sheets. His skin matched everything. He smelled the pinesol that was used to clean his room before he got in there. He threw up again.

"I need to fucking get out of here. Where the fuck is Margaret's pointless ass when you need her?"