Just something I thought up of. Short, but I believe it is powerful and what House probably really thinks.
Chapter 1-
Everyday I wake up to the same pain. The only part that varies is its how much it hurts. There are days that are better than others. Though most mornings I wake up and pop a Vicodin or two anyway. Before I go on, yes I am an addict. I go through the normal phases of getting ready in the morning, sometimes take a shower, get dressed, grab the necessities and head out the door.
At work I have a band of workers. The pathetic caring woman is Allison Cameron. The black honest one is Eric Foreman. The "pretty" Australian is Robert Chase. They do their job, even though I think that they are afraid of being on their own without me. Except Foreman, who is without a doubt not afraid to be upright and honest with me. Now, though Chase and Cameron have come out of their shell. Not good as I have a reputation to keep up.
My reputation? Ah yes, there's something to talk about. I'm known for being a right bastard. I'm cunning and exercise my wit at all times. I believe that people are selfish, lying, predictable morons. Because of my outlook on the human race I am constantly reminded how I have no friends, no relationships. What they don't get is, I don't want any. Though I do enjoy deciphering people. James Wilson tells me I have a Rubix's complex-I feel the need to solve a puzzle.
Who is James Wilson? As much as I destest relationships, you might as well call him my friend. Ask him and he'll tell you that our relationship is screwed up. Maybe it is. After all, I've nearly ruined what we have because of my personality multiple times. Yet, Jimmy is still here. But have I asked why? Of course not, I don't do that.
James was the one of the only ones I tolerated through my infarcation. My ex-girlfriend Stacy Warner is the reason I walk with a cane today. She decided to have the dead muscle removed, thus leaving me with what I have now. I will never forgive her for this. She married some guy and as long as she stay away..well..I want her, but of course I will never say that either.
Lisa Cuddy was another one that was here through my infarcation. She's my boss and I torment her every chance I get. She's another person that comes close to being a friend. After all, I know much of her life. She tolerates me, most likely because of the guilt she feels because of my leg. People are weak.
Yet, everyday I come to work. I solve cases that interest me and try to slide by clinic duty. I insult, hurt and munipulate people. I pop pills, live with chronic pain and at the end of the day I go home, by myself and most times play the piano. I love my mother and hate my father. I have no relationships, I cause trouble and I am bitter.
Hello, my names is Gregory House and I am everything that I hate.