Here's a one shot to cure my nerves! Rated for a couple colorful words and some concepts expressed.
Disclaimer: I own no turtles, but I do own this no-name girl! Woot! Go no name girl!
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Oh crap, I hate that freak'n sound. It's the sound of pills in their bottles. I hear it every morning, every afternoon, and every evening. I guess you really would not understand unless you experience why. I am in a mental institution. I also hate those bright, overly cheery, fake smiles. I see those everyday, too. I also hate ninjas, but most of all I hate turtles.
Yeah I know; it probably sounds stupid. Maybe I really do belong here, but I am sure that I saw them!
There I was an average New Yorker. I was walking from my friend, Amy's house to my own home. I decided to take a short cut and cut through an alley, one mistake of the night. Of course, the alley that I chose had to be the one where a huge gang of Purple Dragons was hanging out.
"Hey, there girl," said the toughest looking one. "And where are you going tonight?"
I tried my best to ignore them and sped up to avoid them.
"Where do you think you're going?" The tough one asked again.
I started to sprint, but the attempt was worthless. Soon they had me pinned against a wall and the tough one started to touch me in places where I do not like to be touched. I screamed and someone slapped me across the face. I could taste blood in my mouth. Then my angels and my condemners came to my rescue and my sentence.
Those turtles, each with their own color mask: blue, red, orange, and purple, kicked butt! After all the Dragons were taken care of, the Blue One scrutinized me and seemed to decide that I would not be any trouble. The Purple and Red one quickly followed the Blue One up onto a rooftop, but the Orange One winked and gave me a thumb's up before following the rest.
After I got over my initial shock, I sprinted home as fast as I could. My other mistake of that night was telling my mother that I had been saved from some thugs by four giant turtles.
Blah, the cart is getting closer. It is probably only a couple of doors down.
I am here in this god forsaken place because my mother sent me to a shrink and, well, he sent my to this whack job house.
If for some reason I get a second chance starting at that evening, I would not tell anyone!
Oh, the cart stopped and a key is being inserted into the doorknob. Oh joy it is my "favorite" nurse with my "favorite treat"- my pills.
"Hello dear," she said with an obnoxious overly happy smile that made me want to puke. "Here you go," she said while handing me a cup of pills. I'm on five different ones.
I glanced at the overly bright, disgusting capsules. "Now are you going to take them, hon?"
No. "Uh, huh," I grunted, but I just stared at them.
"Then, sweetie, do it now. I have other "friends" to visit."
No. I grunted "consent" again.
"You're going to try to not take them again. Aren't you?" The nurse said overly sweetly with a hint of venom.
"Yep," I said.
The nurse sighed. "Why do you always have to be difficult?" She asked, taking out a syringe. "At least you're going to be transferred to Dr. Stockman's tomorrow." She smiled unpleasantly and stuck me.
This happens everyday at least twice. As my mind drifted of into swirling colors with sparkling stars and confusion, I could not help but think; at least the Orange One was kind of hot. Take it from me; the truth in no way sets you free. Take it from me.
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Yeah, there's an inside joke in between a friend and me that we're going to end up in an institution so why not make it turtle related? I appreciate any reviews; appreciation, constructive criticisms, or flames. I'm not picky. :)