Part 11
Strange voices are saying, things I can't understand.
I have no idea what time it is, I am not even sure the day. I do believe its not the same day Arnaud eletrocuted me. But I am not even sure if that's the same day, he whipped me. I have felt I slept for a long time, and in the last few days, if it actually has been a few days, I can't entirely be sure, my biological clock has gone on strike, I have. I could have been gone for months, but I doubt that I would have surely been replaced. I am actually suprised I wasn't replaced while I was gone, though they will probably cut my work hours, figuring i can't handle it. I am not sure, maybe I won't be able to handle it. I think I may quit, its not like I really need the money. I could live on the money in the bank, and just work on my paintings, and my stock market brokerage, and I would be able to set tours again for The Ducks. I miss touring with them, but it would take us a while before I can do it, we haven't practiced in months.We have all been so busy lately.
I may run it by them. I don't know if Bennie would go for it, hes having too much fun in the newspaper business. He might not want to go on tour, but maybe we can at least start doing gigs again. I haven't been on a stage in so long, I miss singing in front of people. That is one of the only places I can feel free, I most certainly can not feel free here, where I am smothered, from even speaking most of the time. I sometimes wonder why I even got a job here. I need to get out of this place, maybe not out of the employement yet, but I am getting sick of this building and this bed, I have no idea how long, I have been laying here.It seems I have been here longer than I was with Arnaud. I don't know if its because I am bored out of my mind, -or- what.
I listen for noises in the hallway. I am getting out of here, I have to. I am going to make sure I do not get caught this time. I hear nothing in the hallway. That's good. I pull the IV off slowly, I definetly do not want to be carrying that thing around. I have to make it to the employee lockers first, I have clothes in there. It shouldn't be so hard.I need something to cover up though, as I get in the hallway, maybe they left me something. I look in the drawer besides my bed, to see if they have anything of mine. There is an extra hospital gown in the first drawer, and in the second drawer...what is this, Arnaud returned my belongings, I really doubt they would care to think of getting it on the way out. I slip my boxers on, and my undershirt, then my starched shirt, which has blood stains on the back, I notice, near these little slashes in it. I would laugh, they look like some one had cut them with scissors, but these welts on my back, remind me, it wasn't scissors that did it. I pull my pants on, I wish I can find my jacket. I scan the room, thinking maybe they hung it up. My eyes catch on the bathroom door, its in there. I smile, I crawl painfully off the bed, and head for the door. My feet don't want to move at first, they have not moved in too long, but after a few small stumbling steps, they decide to cooperate. I open the door, when I open it, I see the jacket, I also, realize nature is paging me. I guess its good they hid it in here.
A few minutes later, I am turning on the sink, to wask my hands good. The water hurts my wrists a little, but it feels kind of nice. I make sure my hands are washed good, then I look for something to dry them on, I peer under the sink and throughout the small bathroom. Evil people, no paper towels, what's wrong with them. Then it dawns on me, we had to cut back money for papertowels, because the copier broke again. I hate how little funded this place is. I hear people come into my room. I grimace, they can not force me back in that hospital gown, though my clothes itch, I will not get back in them. Someone taps on the bathroom door. "Eberts!You in there!!!" I hear Claire call.
"I'll be out in a second." I lean against the door. Maybe if I stay here long enough, they will go away.
Strange voices are saying, things I can't understand.
I have no idea what time it is, I am not even sure the day. I do believe its not the same day Arnaud eletrocuted me. But I am not even sure if that's the same day, he whipped me. I have felt I slept for a long time, and in the last few days, if it actually has been a few days, I can't entirely be sure, my biological clock has gone on strike, I have. I could have been gone for months, but I doubt that I would have surely been replaced. I am actually suprised I wasn't replaced while I was gone, though they will probably cut my work hours, figuring i can't handle it. I am not sure, maybe I won't be able to handle it. I think I may quit, its not like I really need the money. I could live on the money in the bank, and just work on my paintings, and my stock market brokerage, and I would be able to set tours again for The Ducks. I miss touring with them, but it would take us a while before I can do it, we haven't practiced in months.We have all been so busy lately.
I may run it by them. I don't know if Bennie would go for it, hes having too much fun in the newspaper business. He might not want to go on tour, but maybe we can at least start doing gigs again. I haven't been on a stage in so long, I miss singing in front of people. That is one of the only places I can feel free, I most certainly can not feel free here, where I am smothered, from even speaking most of the time. I sometimes wonder why I even got a job here. I need to get out of this place, maybe not out of the employement yet, but I am getting sick of this building and this bed, I have no idea how long, I have been laying here.It seems I have been here longer than I was with Arnaud. I don't know if its because I am bored out of my mind, -or- what.
I listen for noises in the hallway. I am getting out of here, I have to. I am going to make sure I do not get caught this time. I hear nothing in the hallway. That's good. I pull the IV off slowly, I definetly do not want to be carrying that thing around. I have to make it to the employee lockers first, I have clothes in there. It shouldn't be so hard.I need something to cover up though, as I get in the hallway, maybe they left me something. I look in the drawer besides my bed, to see if they have anything of mine. There is an extra hospital gown in the first drawer, and in the second drawer...what is this, Arnaud returned my belongings, I really doubt they would care to think of getting it on the way out. I slip my boxers on, and my undershirt, then my starched shirt, which has blood stains on the back, I notice, near these little slashes in it. I would laugh, they look like some one had cut them with scissors, but these welts on my back, remind me, it wasn't scissors that did it. I pull my pants on, I wish I can find my jacket. I scan the room, thinking maybe they hung it up. My eyes catch on the bathroom door, its in there. I smile, I crawl painfully off the bed, and head for the door. My feet don't want to move at first, they have not moved in too long, but after a few small stumbling steps, they decide to cooperate. I open the door, when I open it, I see the jacket, I also, realize nature is paging me. I guess its good they hid it in here.
A few minutes later, I am turning on the sink, to wask my hands good. The water hurts my wrists a little, but it feels kind of nice. I make sure my hands are washed good, then I look for something to dry them on, I peer under the sink and throughout the small bathroom. Evil people, no paper towels, what's wrong with them. Then it dawns on me, we had to cut back money for papertowels, because the copier broke again. I hate how little funded this place is. I hear people come into my room. I grimace, they can not force me back in that hospital gown, though my clothes itch, I will not get back in them. Someone taps on the bathroom door. "Eberts!You in there!!!" I hear Claire call.
"I'll be out in a second." I lean against the door. Maybe if I stay here long enough, they will go away.