Nobody cares any more.
I guess I'm not used to this feeling. It was a tragedy. Of course. But now no one cares. It's not "Sonic the Hedgehog, one of the greatest". It's one of these hour-long true-story documentaries. It's "Poor Sonic. Had his whole life ahead of him."
Don't I still have my life?
No; I'm a cripple. They said you'd be better. Now it hurts when I move my leg, when I walk… Forget standing up for extended periods.
At least I can still shit and piss, I guess.
45 minutes. 45 minutes of reprieve, and I'm lucky to get about an hour of this shit. AIR. Oh god.
"God damnit, Sonic!"
That's me. That's me again.
"Will you start caring about your fucking life?"
I turn around, Amy with tears in her eyes.
But she doesn't understand!
It's really cold outside. Actually, no. I'm just really hot, or something. Prison life gets to not only you but inside you.
In more ways than one, I guess.
Door slams and I'm left just standing here on the balcony on crutches. And I've lost everything. My fame my fortune my good health my friends my feeling my
FRIENDS?
Your head caves in fairly easily.
Actually, no. It's just that; Well, I'm fairly surprised.
As I fall to the ground, blood pouring out from numerous dents in the front of my head, I feel feet kicking in my chest. I can't fucking breathe. I've been in prison, but this is fucking prison.
And the pepper spray and the sirens and the guards come, and I hear someone say "that's what he gets for fucking up JD" or something or something.
Or something..
I just wanted to go home. I just want to go home.
And the death comes. And she whispers to me.
"Come on, let's go. This is no place for you."
And all I can do is cry. To myself. Nobody sees anything, they just see some dead, dumb body with it's face smashed in. Eyeballs and cerebral fluid, or maybe tears? And a charming motorboat gurgling noise.
And this is when I just hang onto the coattails from her, HER? I don't know who she is, but I hang onto her like a child. Because this shouldn't have happened. And it was all my fault.
I just want to go home. Just take me there.
"Thanks," I say, and then I leave.