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Chapter 8
I grab Patti and pull her into a kiss. She struggles for a minute before she pushes me away, then punches me.
"Pig! Maybe next time, you'll learn no means no!"
She storms off. I touch my lip and notice blood on my fingers. I take my last shot, and grab a napkin to hold to my lip and I chase after her.
I start tossing and turning in my sleep. It's hard enough to get comfortable in this hard ass bed without these constant reminders. Why does this keep coming back to me?
"Are you ready?" Rebecca asks me as she drinks some wine right out of the bottle.
I swallow nervously. "Yeah I'm ready."
"What are you waiting for then? Get naked and do me!"
Something so wonderful turned into something really tragic. I smile to myself just thinking about that night. I bet she was great in bed…
I angrily grab Bebe by the neck. "You know Bebe, if I were a killer, I would've taken your ass out by now!"
"L-let go of me…" She responds with fear in her eyes.
I immediately let go of her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
She slowly backs away. "If I wasn't convinced before, I'm convinced now! You're a cold blooded murderer!"
No, I don't want to think about that! That's why I'm here in the first place.
"I'm not the killer." I tell Kyle and Kenny. "Kyle, you guys have to believe me."
"How can you be so sure of that when you keep blacking out?"Kyle asks.
The tossing and turning continues when I hear these words ringing in my head…
"PIG!"
"Are you ready?"
"You keep blacking out!"
"You're a cold blooded murderer!"
"STOP!" I cry out as I sit up. I look around me and see no one is there. I'm still in this cold, dark cell. It was just a dream...
That dream felt so...real. Is my dream trying to tell me something? Am I losing it? I probably am since I'm once again without my Valium. I'm at the point where I need my Valium to survive and keep my sanity.
The guard comes in with my breakfast. Cold fucking oatmeal again. I can't eat this shit. I leave it sitting on the tray and lie back down to gather my thoughts.
What the hell is my dream trying to tell me...? I stand up and look at the wall. I just don't understand...
"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" I yell out as it echoes throughout the jail.
"Because you're a sick son of a bitch!" I turn around and see Stan standing outside of my cell.
"Why are you here?"
He immediately starts smirking. "I just came to witness you behind bars." He takes out his phone and takes a picture. He looks at the phone and smiles. "I can't wait to put this on Instagram!"
"Dude!" I guess the torture doesn't end here…
"Did you really think you were going to get away with it?" I ignore him. "I'm glad Bebe was smart enough to send a text warning us! You could still be roaming free to kill again."
"Whatever…"
"Poor Cartman, poor little druggie Cartman…" He begins cackling.
"I'm not a druggie!" I turn away from him.
"Oh no?" I hear him shaking something. "So you don't want these?" I turn around and see him holding up a bottle of Valium…my bottle of Valium. I can feel myself drooling over it. "Come on boy, come get them…" He sticks his arm in between the bars dangling the bottle in front of me. I slowly move closer to it. "That's it boy!"
"Stop talking to me like I'm a fucking dog!" I try to grab the bottle, but he snatches it away quickly.
"You are a fucking dog! A fucking murdering dog!" He smirks again. "How badly do you want these?"
"Stan…"
"How badly do you want them?" He repeats.
"Badly…"
"Get down and your knees and beg me for them." I've never seen a grin so wide on his face before.
"What?"
"You heard me!" He points to the ground. "DOWN! Down boy!"
"I hate you…" I mumble as I get down on my knees. "Please Stan give me my Valium…"
"Now bark like the dog you are!"
I roll my eyes. "I'm not barking like a dog!"
"Valium, now you see it…" He puts the bottle behind his back. "Now you don't!"
"Goddamnit…" I start barking.
Stan cracks up and pats me on the head. "Good boy. Now you get a special treat. Now go fetch!" He throws the bottle in the cell and I rush to get it as he continues to laugh. "Dude, you're more fucked up than I thought!" This asshole is still laughing at my expense. "Don't take too many at once. Oh…and don't kill anyone either. I guess that would be difficult since they have you in isolation in here."
"I hate you so much right now Stan…" I can feel myself shaking as I pick up the bottle.
"The feeling is mutual." He leaves.
I look at the bottle and try to resist temptation. I promised Kyle I would stop taking them, but I need them. Stan has caused my anxiety level to go off the charts. Fuck it, I'm taking them. I open the bottle and dump all the remaining pills in my mouth at once. That's the last thing I remember before everything goes dark…
