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CHAPTER 3
I heard the door knob rattle, as my fucked up mind threw some thoughts at me, beneath the clutter from the voices around me.
"Open the damn door, Hyde...man now." He said. I glared at him through that window, as the gun was still held toward me. It was beginning to get heavy. It made my hand tired, and I was already bleeding from the mirror that I'd just broke. My house looked like a construction site.
I scared myself as I threw it down, and opened the door. I want to fucking go back to the mental home, I don't care, let him take me...I'd be so better off dead.
I walked over to the coffee table, and got the blade. I pressed it down on my palm and cut myself gently, as blood dripped down. "See? Yeah this is what I do." I held my hand up. Jackie looked disgusted, which pissed me off, and he looked maddened or as if he'd saw it every day.
Matt was the head of the last looney bin I was in. He was quite the catch, about thirty, muscular, and I swear on my own dead fucking body I saw Jackie talking to him when she visited me. Then this..they held hands for a split second. They wonder why I'm crazy.
*flashback*
"You visiting someone?"
He put his hand on the counter, as if he was showing off his chest muscles and biceps. He flashed a million dollar smile her way, and looked down the hall towards my room.
"Yes, Steven Hyde. Could you tell me what room he's in please?"
He turned around and fumbled with a few papers on the desk.
Jackie giggled her little giggle a second.
I'm in 307, God damnit.
"He's in 307, lovely lady..could I offer you anything else this beautiful afternoon?"
Oh my God, how sick.
"No, no thanks.." She said, as she smiled and walked off.
Not her type?
*end flashback*
"You make me sick, Hyde."
I looked at him, as these words escaped his lips. Fucker.
"Yeah, I know...I have quite the fantasy life, huh?"
Jackie looked as if she was about to cry. I felt as if it'd be fake if she did.
I'm ready to see a new place. So, I either want to die or go to another psychiatric hospital. Either way, I feel it is up to me. I'm bored.
CHAPTER 3
I heard the door knob rattle, as my fucked up mind threw some thoughts at me, beneath the clutter from the voices around me.
"Open the damn door, Hyde...man now." He said. I glared at him through that window, as the gun was still held toward me. It was beginning to get heavy. It made my hand tired, and I was already bleeding from the mirror that I'd just broke. My house looked like a construction site.
I scared myself as I threw it down, and opened the door. I want to fucking go back to the mental home, I don't care, let him take me...I'd be so better off dead.
I walked over to the coffee table, and got the blade. I pressed it down on my palm and cut myself gently, as blood dripped down. "See? Yeah this is what I do." I held my hand up. Jackie looked disgusted, which pissed me off, and he looked maddened or as if he'd saw it every day.
Matt was the head of the last looney bin I was in. He was quite the catch, about thirty, muscular, and I swear on my own dead fucking body I saw Jackie talking to him when she visited me. Then this..they held hands for a split second. They wonder why I'm crazy.
*flashback*
"You visiting someone?"
He put his hand on the counter, as if he was showing off his chest muscles and biceps. He flashed a million dollar smile her way, and looked down the hall towards my room.
"Yes, Steven Hyde. Could you tell me what room he's in please?"
He turned around and fumbled with a few papers on the desk.
Jackie giggled her little giggle a second.
I'm in 307, God damnit.
"He's in 307, lovely lady..could I offer you anything else this beautiful afternoon?"
Oh my God, how sick.
"No, no thanks.." She said, as she smiled and walked off.
Not her type?
*end flashback*
"You make me sick, Hyde."
I looked at him, as these words escaped his lips. Fucker.
"Yeah, I know...I have quite the fantasy life, huh?"
Jackie looked as if she was about to cry. I felt as if it'd be fake if she did.
I'm ready to see a new place. So, I either want to die or go to another psychiatric hospital. Either way, I feel it is up to me. I'm bored.
