((OKAY! I'm pissed again, what the fuck is up with the three-day waiting period? What are they check…. THEY AFTER ME LIFE JUICE! Flails violently and implodes))
The feeling of concern for the young child soon disappeared when he pressed the 'Power' button on his radio and heard 'Somebody told me' by 'The Killers'. That innocent, purely joyful smile spread across his face again, though he was such a melancholy person, the smallest things could bring him such happiness.
"OoOoOoOoh! I love this song!" (Notice to people who know me personally… My pain will now be his… BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!) He giggled hysterically, that joy becoming overwhelming as he threw his head back and screamed along to the song, his eyes shut tight, not looking at the road. "SOMEBODY TOLD ME THAT YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND WHO LOOKED LIKE A GIRLFRIEND-!" Glancing back to the road he saw his exit and tried to make a sharp turn to not miss it, he was going about 75 mph and the turn was way to sharp to make. The car skid and road up ontop the crib, onto a hill and 'Duke of Hazard Style' crashed into the ditch at the bottom of the hill nose first. Grass was uprooted and stuck itself up under his bumper. The front of the car was being smashed and parts of the car flew out from under it. He bobbled around in the car when the back of the car smashed down too, but he never took his foot off of the gas, his body was locked in its place and he swerved back out onto the road. (Sorry Mom and Dad… Sobs)
His eyes widened by the quick shock he blinked very little for the first 3 minutes after that, while his car made weird clicking noises. Then out of nowhere the car just stopped and he just stared out the windshield for a few moments, unable to think of what he should do. He pulled his keys out of the ignition and as he did that the little silver part you put the keys in fell out. He just stared at it, not really sure how to feel about that.
Taking in a deep agitated breath he closed his eyes, trying to keep himself from exploding. It didn't work, "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKK!" Screaming loudly he thrashed around in the car, punching the windows in the car, pulling at his hair, and finally taking the broken keyhole and throwing it threw the windshield. "FUUUUCK! EVERYTHING I FUCKING DO!.. ER…R AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" He bit down on his lip to try to keep from screaming complete insanity, soon he was bleeding but he ignored it. "FUCK! FUCK! You piece-a-shit!" He lifted his legs up out from under the dashboard, pulled them back to his chest and trusted them out as hard as he could, trying to crush the steering wheel.
After twenty minutes of him screaming curses and beating himself against the car, he opened the door and threw it as far to the front as he could then he put his right foot against it and pressed it roughly until it snapped. "FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCKK!" He grabbed a fistful of his hair and fell down to sit on the ground, his head hung low, trying to calm himself down. "You fucking car.." He whimpered softly before he jumped up and began to walk in the direction of the Asylum.
Turning his head to the ground he watched the yellow line on the road as he walked, his head filled with nothing, he had learned to successfully block out most of his thoughts that plagued him so. Before he knew it he was there, right outside the doors of the nuthouse, no thought seemed to make this go by faster.
(Yeah, you thought he was gonna get to Squee in this one didn't you? WELL TO FUCKIN BAD! I'm just maken this up as I go along people… I have no idea where it'll end either…)