Two Lives Made For Violence
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"Are you sure this is completely necessary doctor?" A woman asked
"I'm afraid we've tried every treatment we have, but it doesn't seem to be changing a god damn thing. She's been under the tap for over three months, and she just laughs like a mad woman. So yes nurse, I'm afraid this is our last option." A man said in a gruff voice.
I feel the cotton buds placed on my temple by one of the nurses. The other opens my jaw, placing some sort of gum shield in my mouth.
Less oxygen is delivered to my body.
I try and use my senses to tell what's happening, but with two swollen eyes, a broken (and still bleeding) nose, both ears being bitten, a full set of fractured ribs, sprained wrists, terribly bruised shins, seven broken fingers, and one hell of a broken nail, my senses weren't up to their full standard.
Maybe they brought back the electric chair… well one can only hope to end this pain. Might as well go over what got me here once more, since I'm sure whatever god up there is currently laughing at me, getting ready to send their reaper.
-The Day Before 'It' Happened-
"Doc I really don't see what the problem is, and why on earth would I have to go to rehab?" Shego asked, pacing the new lair's floor.
"Shego please don't refer to it as rehab. It seems like a nice place for your… problem…" Drakken stuttered. Shego stopped dead in her tracks.
"Oh? And what problem would that be?"
"Shego I didn't want to bring this onto you, but I've seen you writing on the lab walls, and then waking up and furiously cleaning it off. Those messages… is that really what goes on your mind?"
Shego wanted to kill him, kill everyone in the entire room. And just leave. Leave everyone behind her, she could live without this crap in her life, she wanted to be alone. But apparently in this life that wasn't possible. Everyone was bugging her 'get this get that.' Asking her questions constantly. Huh questions. Questions, that's what seemed to piss her off the most. Would you die if I didn't answer the question? Do you honestly care about my opinion? No? Then shut up!
That was what she thought in her mind. Well that and slitting the questioner's throat, taking their teeth out with a pair pliers, then slowly peel their skin off with a vegetable peeler, and finally cut up their limbs off, one by one.
Apart from the imaginary deaths of everyone, there was something else. Her senses seemed fragile; colors were different to the ones she was used to (She wasn't color blind; she'd been tested repeatedly to see if she was. Every optician had come back with the same results.) Also it may seem strange… but words tasted funny. People's names had a taste to them… James tasted like old cough medicine, Drew tasted like an ice cream, and Kim tasted like cherries. The list was endless. But lights, they weren't a bad thing; she kind of liked seeing a different color on the Christmas tree lights than everyone else. Everyone saw red, orange, and blue, green everything you'd expect. But Shego saw beautiful shades of purple, black and blue. But she wasn't a big fan of the sun or really bright lights, they seemed to send a pain into the back of her head.
This had all started after the Buenos nacho incident, a good thousand volts hurt seemed to have triggered her 'problem.'
"Shego? You're not thinking about…"
"No doc don't worry. I'm not." Shego lied, she couldn't actually help it, and the thought of burning flesh seemed to get into her imagination and senses.
Another question. Acutally two questions… … maybe two separate parts to one body… one gruesome death…
"Shego I'm worried about you, we're an evil family! And I can't rule the world with you going insane now can we?" Drakken asked rhetorically.
STOP ASKING SO MANY DAMN QUESTIONS! Shego screamed in her mind.
"No doc I guess you can't. So…" Shego sighed.
I have officially lost my mind, so I'm going to use what sanity I have left and go to this dumb rehab place.
"Should I start packing?"
On the way there, Drakken had insisted on driving- despite his slowness, Shego had reluctantly agreed, worrying her insanity would drive them off a bridge.
Shego had listened to her iPod on the way there, praying that Drakken wouldn't ask something. Have you ever noticed, no conversation can seem to go without a question? They have to ask a question to start a conversation and then go into detail of the answer of both answers. A conversation was a bit like a baby, it needs a thought and at least two people to make it.
"They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said no, no, no." Shego quickly changed the song to something a bit more… sane for her situation.
Someone cut in front of Drakken while they were on the motorway.
THOSE BASTARDS! KILL 'EM! Shego shouted in her mind, but she shook her head, slamming her hand on the steering wheel, a loud blast of a horn. Drakken just stared at the four hoops that had been on the steering wheel now terribly cracked.
After the wee fiasco of Shego threatening a driver to weld his doors shut and through him off the bridge they were currently on, the drive to the rehabilitation centre had been dead silent. The faint sound of Shego's iPod could be heard along with the silver Audi R8 engine.
When they entered the dull building, Shego immediately wanted to run away, kill them all and run away. Either way, it looked like a rehab for the really insane people.
Five people in white uniforms approached Shego, one of them caring a black jacket; six straps went around it, all the hooks reaching at the back.
This isn't rehab it's a fucking asylum!
"Shego if you would like to say goodbye to your friend here, the quicker we can start the session." A woman said, dark hair, brown eyes and quite a good figure on her, she was soon to be known as Nurse Verta.
At least it wasn't a question… but it was an order. And Shego didn't really like orders.
Shego looked into Drakken's eyes, they seemed to be… purple? Huh.
She repositioned her gym bag on her shoulder; she had barley packed anything, a tooth brush, a hair brush and a towel. She had been told she would be given clothes, and leave in the ones she came in.
"Well goodbye Shego, I hope to see you soon and… saner." Drakken said. Leaving with his hands behind his back, Shego just watched him leave. It seemed the light followed him, leaving Shego in the dark.
She would have busted out of here ages ago, but now she had something to prove. She had to prove she was sane. Sounds easy, but unfortunately every little thing is checked.
You're quite, your anti social and put on depressants that make you sleepy, equaling the urge to not speak and go back to your bed room.
Your loud, your given pills to cut down on blood delivered to your vocal cords leaving you to whisper, then the therapists call you paranoid because all you do is whisper.
You talk normal; you constantly being told your hiding something.
You could not win.
-Present-
So… that's how I got here, god I have tried working with the therapists, of course it wasn't my fault they pissed me off with their 'close your eyes and imagine…' the drawing had ended with more drugs due to a paranoia, the guess what this blob is had ended with paranoid as well. God my life sucked, I wonder what ever happened the great Kim Possible? Maybe she died… well one can only hope!
The painful electricity ran through my body, desperate to find a way out, I tried going against the plasma proof restraints, unfortunately I just had to ride the lightening.
Middleton. 24TH APRIL TUESDAY 2012
Kim took a shaky breath, he had done it to her. Again. As she applied ice to the new forming bruises on her arms, it wasn't his fault though, he couldn't control it. But sometimes it looks like he enjoys it. The way a blue flame would engulf around his arms, he claims he would see something and lash out. Usually if Kim shouted at him for not controlling it. But that would result with more lashes, not immediately but if they had had an argument the lashes would have more force behind them.
This is my entire fault. I should never have forgiven him the first time… or the second. But why does he have to keep telling me that he'd kill himself if I left him? If I'm worth that much, why does he keep lashing out on me?
But it's not his fault though; it's that god damn monkey mystical power. Yori had come down at one point; he seemed fully in control then.
When we were friends, this never happened. Just friends.
When we kissed, I felt like I just got a blow to my stomach. I knew about Yori, she would be devastated. And I could never like Ron in the sense he does now, I just go along with it, if I don't I get a long speech about how he would kill himself if I wasn't in his life. He had even held a razor to his wrists every time I threatened to walk out the door.
The bathroom door opened, Kim couldn't see it but as Ron saw the bruises on Kim's arm he smirked. He had control over the great Kim Possible. After all the times she had blown him off, how she had told him to man up in high school, how teaches had compared him to Kim, calling him 'the lanky boy' behind his back, he had used a weakness against her. He had threatened his life if she left him, giving a great power over the helpless red head; she had tried to suggest help for him. But he had just let a blue flame engulf his arm and he gave powerful blows, or put an iron grip on her. Then he would blame it on seeing 'monkey fist' or some other 'possible' danger.
He wiped the smirk off his face as he sat on the tub, facing Kim.
"Kim I am so sorry." He lied "I don't know what came over me, it was just I saw a dark figure loom over me and-"
"No Ron its ok, it's no big." Kim lied. She had once been terrible at lying, she couldn't even lie to her parents, but this was a completely different situation. "Besides, I know you love me, I know you would never intentionally hurtle." She said, inside Ron was laughing in his head, but on the outside he nodded his head, knowing once again. He had gotten away with it.
Kim couldn't tell Monique, what could she do anyway? Tell the cops and then more lives would be on her hands? Tell her parents? Not only would they be disappointed in her for not saying sooner, but they would probably be killed to as they tried to defend their daughter against the 'unstable monkey powered man.'
Kim sighed, looking into the mirror. It felt like even her own reflection wanted to turn away from her, she was a disgrace.
The great Kim Possible had fallen into an abusive relationship.
OK, this is my attempt to make up for that story involuntary. That was a fail I know. But anyway hope you enjoy this one- hope I can enjoy writing it to. Please tell me you know that song Shego was listening to? If not, shame on you. It was Rehab by Amy Winehouse.
