Caged Tala

"One count of indecent exposure."

Whatever.

"I'll be with you in two secs."

That sounded wrong, old man.

'My reflection
Dirty mirror
There's no connection
To myself..'

I hate office music.

'I'm your lover
I'm your zero..'

They remind me of sitting in the doctor's waiting room as a child. /'No! He didn't do it! I put these cuts on my back all by myself, I swear!'/

Good times, good times.

'Emptiness is loneliness
And loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness
And God is empty ..
.. just like me'

This is so embarrassing. It's five minutes already. Where the hell is the damn principal? Ach, people wearing black suits are coming in.. I cannot be seen like this. They'll wonder what kind of a school this is, a boy sitting half naked in a public place. Hurry up, Mr. I'm-too-busy-flirting-with-my-desk-receptionest-to-even-care-about-a-certain-angsty-little-redhead-sitting-pitifully-at-the-back-all-alone-with-a-towel-around-his-waist-and-who-is-probably-just-dying-to-see-me-so-he-can-get-the-fuck-out-of-here!

'She's the one for me
She's all I really need now
She's my One and ..
.. Only.'

I hate being ignored. Hell, that's even worse than hating me. The clock says one thirty, and I want to die. Not an uncommon Tala trait, but this time.. it's more so. My nose and head hurts as if I was devouring one of Ian's infamous home-cooked burgers again. Uggh. More nose than head. Logically. Owies. I mean ow, OW! It MUST be the sedative, it MUST be! Farg. Hmm. Clock is slow. Tich tock. Tick tock. Haha, Gwen Stefani. Randomness. Phone ringing. No one to pick it up. So it's lonely, just like me? Left out of something, Ignored, Just Like Me? Hey, watch it! You almost stepped on my foot! Man.. the black suit people seems discontented. Leaving, already? Yes, leave, Jehovah's Witnesses! LEAVE! I can't face /God/ again.

Anyone but Him.

'There was a time in my life
When I opened my eyes
And there you were..'

Hurry up, hurry up..

'There are some things
That I guess I'll never know
When you love someone
You've got to learn to let them go..'

Fuck off, fuck off..

What IS this mesmerizing magnetism I have with creepy, slutty sixteen-year-old whores? Eww. Don't smile at me using your fake raspberry scented lips as if sitting beside me won't cost you your life. And this girl is wearing some pretty potent perfume. Arrgh. Stings my nose, it does. Stupid Kai. I need to move, but I guess this school is just too tight-assed to provide a mere three chairs in their waiting room instead of a petty two. And no, I don't plan on standing. I've been through a lot today..

Don't you agree? Don't you? /.. stupid.. weak../

"Um, like, is there a reason why you're sitting there with a towel?"

/Turns head to her direction./

Why, yes, my badly-mascara-applied-friend! By jove, I do think there is a reason! Your obvious idol, Cold Bastard, gave me flowers! And they.. smelled pleasant! Nothing is logical anymore! And the socks episode.. that kind of.. well, if anything, scarred me for life, you know? Wow, wow, WOW! How smart you are! So high in caliber! We need more people like you, since you know just so much about what's best for mankind! I want to trade Boris for you, so may we be dwelling in your colossal intellect forever in the Happy Happy House which is Balkov Abbey! And by the way, Spencer's feet AREN'T enormous! YAYYYYY!

Eat shit, slut.

"No reason."

"Doesn't look like it."

And she gave me one of those dismissive eye rolls. Biatch.

"Nothing has to look like something in order to prove the existence of something."

OOo.. burn.

"..What?"

Oops, I forgot. Slutty sixteen year old whores can't understand basic logic /much like Mariah on a Friday night../ Just get lost and leave me to my misery. ..Please/'I'm being nice, like you said, sir. Don't do it too hard.'/

"At least I'm doing something. You're just sitting there looking like an idiot."

Oh. So applying makeup by means of beautification on an already clown-ized facequalifies for 'Doing Something' in today's society, huh? Sad, sad world..

"So I guess I'm an idiot, then."

Low self-esteem. Dammit, am I being told off by a girl?

"I'm sorry, but I don't like you very much."

YES! PRAISE THE LORD! Jump for joy! A slut doesn't like me! Woohoo! Must shake.. groove thang! YEA! Woah, towel almost fell off. Okay, moment officially over. Hope I didn't make that much of a scene.. /I'm not crazy. I'm not psycho, really./

"Are you like, on drugs or something?"

Me? On Drugs? Pfft, the ignorance is overwhelming. As observed before. Might as well play along and go with the flow.. since stupidity seems to be such an ubiquitous trend right now.

"Yes."

"So like, shouldn't you be in rehab?"

Hmn.

Your official I.Q has just been determined.

Questions, questions.. are you my therapist or an affiliate to CBC News by any chance? I can picture it now: Today's Top Story: Boy sits in school office with towel around waist! Will the suspense ever end?

"Rehab doesn't cure me. I'm way over the borderline. Cocaine flows in my blood, and marijuana is my oxygen. So Stay Away before I kill you."

Haha, the slut's scared.

Yup, shift away, little girl. I didn't even bother to correct her lack of proper recovery terms. But don't worry. I won't sink to their level.. just yet. PMS, the fastidious nature, and the need to look their best.. I just realized something: I don't understand women. Then again, what boy raised by Boris does? All of his antics over the years sort of.. destroyed all of my hormones. Oh well. Who needs them.

I still wonder if my Best Friend is still doing th - Ooo, I love this song!

'When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
Just like an angel..
Your skin makes me cry..'

'Float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
So very special..'

'I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so very special
I wish I was special..'

Yeah, so Tala likes sappy songs. Shut up.

'..I don't belong here.'

No! It's over! Been so long since I've heard it! Hunn? Yes, the principal is finally coming this way! Crap, he's going into the adjacent room! That ruined the moment, you bastard! And look who just walked in from the front door.. errrgh.. . baggy pants, oversized shirts, DC shoes, and all..

"'Sup, Em. What are you doing sitting beside this loser?"

It's the beer belly guy and his posse of perverted jackasses. How I wish I was anywhere but here..

"I got in trouble for picking the lockers."

"You idiot! I told you not to go at the lunchroom breaks!"

Why am I always in the middle of these types of things?

"Hey, Carrothead."

Damn, he saw me.

" What'cha doing with that towel there? Wet your pants?"

You wish.

"Want mommy to fix it up for ya?"

Again with the Mother scenario. I would've taken a swing at the guy's smirking face if my hands weren't already occupied in the art of towel-clutching /'Where. Did. You. Hide. My. Pants. Mindy./

"No, thank you."

Still not leaving. Crap, if only Bryan was here /'Sorry, Tal! I'm going to the Dance Dance Revolution Finals in Japan tomorrow!'/

"You're so pretty. No wonder the girls are after you."

Say what?

"I can't stand sissies."

It's the school office. And yet they appear not to care. Dammit, where have all the adults gone? Don't tell me it's Sears Blowout Time already..

"Yeah, this one's got a bad attitude. What do you say we get rid of that, eh, Ryan?"

They're moving in. Shadows all around me. Me and my towelly-clad self. God, can you erase me now? /'Who cares how pathetic you look? It's a hellhole out there!'/

"I'm going to cut your pwetty little face. What do you have to say to that?"

What, indeed..

"THIS IS RACISM!"

That made them pause. Grab the flower vase near the floor. That's right, Tala. /'You're psychotic.'/ Now, picture it in your head. Smash it towards the first guy's face. Yes. Haha. Blood everywhere. This isn't Wrong. /'Don't talk to him. He has mental problems.'/

Something that was already done to me can't be Wrong. I Felt It, so why shouldn't they as well? Being hurt isn't Wrong. Everyone has the right to hurt.

Only some received that right before others.

"Shut up! I'll fix you good, Carrothead, you can be sure of that!"

/'I'll love you forever, little boy, you can be sure of that.'/

-What?

LIAR. I'LL KILL YOU, LIAR. I HATE YOU. GO TO HELL.GO BACK TO HELL!

- please?

Smash.

Is that blood? Got on my towel, didn't it? And it looks so good on me, too. After all, didn't She say, red is my colour? /'Wash your hands. This'll be our little secret.'/ Huh? Coming near me? Want some more? /'We don't tolerate maverick people here, boy. You answer to me, no matter what. You don't want to go against me.'/

Yes. Get on your knees, dog. I said, Get. On. Your. Knees.

"What the fuck did you do? Holy shit! You psycho!"

Crack.

The girl's crying.Disgusting. I'm not a psycho. I was NEVER a psycho.

"Y-you tired to kill him! Help! Somebody!"

Thud.

Oh, here comes the principal. Too bad you ignored me. Bastard. Now look at what You've done. Yes, You. You made Me do this. It's not my fault. My arms.. just kind of moved, you know? So stiff they are. Yeah, so what if there's blood stains on my shirt? That doesn't justify anything. Oh, NOW you pick up the phone. Don't you know phones have feelings too? They are just like You And Me. They don't like the rain, and they don't like being Ignored. Well, maybe you're not like me. Why? Simply because I'm better than you.

"911, operator.."

You cannot deny it. I'm better by default. You want to know why? I'm from Russia. Yes, Moscow, in fact. Balkov Abbey. Don't fight it. Just accept how I can smash your face into the dirt. Haha. Like when it was Done To Me. So it shouldn't be Wrong, right? I'm not a Sinner. Really. God will still accept me, won't He? /'You've already lost the will to live. You can't turn back now.'/

I. Am. Not. A. Psycho. No Balkov kid is. The reports were Wrong! My mental state is normal! You're ALL wrong!

You believe me still, right?

..Right?

/If only my life was just a bad dream..

..I'd like to wake up now, mommy./