Tam: MUAHAHAHA, a fourth chapter what you got to say now, so NI-NER, this chapter will be more about the main character.
Disclaimer: OH COME ON GIVE ME A BREAK, IF I OWN R.E ID BE RICH.
Chapter 4: Rumble in the jungle
Im starting to remember some things, you know, insignificant things.
Like, my high school, and the kids I went with.
I know what they think and I know what they say.
They never liked me; in fact ive only had one friend aside from my brother.
Her name was Rianna; I can't remember her last name.
The last time I saw her we had a huge fight.
A boy had picked on me in art class, and I had promptly responded by kicking his high and mighty rear end.
I had been suspended, Rianna wanted to talk to me, but being the naturally dark soul that I was, it hadn't appeared to be bloody likely.
If I WANTED to talk about it, She'd know. I'd be screaming at the top of my lungs in a rainbow of words about my thoughts on this whole thing, but I didn't want to talk about it. No matter how many times I said this, they didn't seem to buy into it. Or they'd finish it with 'you know where to find me if you change your mind.'
As weird as a comparison this is for me to make, I'm having the mannerisms of a hurt animal. If I'm hurt, let me go off by myself and heal, don't follow me and for crying out loud don't ask me to discuss it. If I am followed and pestered by those that just 'want to help' I'm liable to go for blood. I will bite heads off, I might attach it back to the neck with a string of apologies.
She called me pessimistic; I called her a fruitcake. She told me to look on the bright side, I told her to join the dark side. She demanded that I apologize; I demanded that she drop dead.
I need to be committed to a shrink.
Honestly, I will have SO much to tell the little bearded man that he would have to up his own anti-depression prescription.
Ever have one of those dreams you wish you could wake up from but can't?
It's not like those dreams where you are with some super hot movie stars that are probably going to send you a bill for just appearing in your dream, but one that is too good to be true and therefore you reject it and make it into a nightmare.
That's what this was like.
Don't apologize for this. Yeah, I wish it didn't happen. I wish I hadn't been so mad at everyone as to not consider them.
Don't cry.
Dumb choices don't deserve tears.
I wouldn't have you involved in this, Leon.
But I said I would protect you.
I did love them. I still do.
Don't worry about me. I'm one less person to be concerned about.
You won't miss me too much I hope.
Did you love me?
I love you all.
My life sucked.
Well, technically, my death sucked.
I don't really know what happened, or what went wrong.
One minuet I had been right behind them, the next there was a dirty scalpel to my neck.
Must not have tied that scientist up tight enough, of all the things to come back and bite me in the ass.
They, as in the umbrella employees, still have my hands and feet cuffed; according to the nasally voiced guard they've moved me to another facility.
Big surprise.
I started to hear explosions about half an hour ago, and to top it off, the guards left my cage to fend for itself, and naturally me in it. Yes, they put me in a cage, much smaller then my last cell, I'll tell you that much; at least I could stretch out in my cell.
My new cage was four by four, and even as small as I am, it's rather crowded.
A shuffling in the corridor quickly snapped me out of my little pity powwow.
A few voices were arguing about something, and if I really wanted to know I could have listened to there conversation my superior hearing could have picked up what they were saying, but at that current moment I was rather doped up on a nice combination of drugs.
A purple dancing lizard could walk in and start a conversation about goat cheese tacos and I wouldn't bat an eyelash.
Why do I have to be so lazy?
My life would be so much easier if I only paid more attention.
L o L o L o L o L o L
Alrighty then, I have a deal for you guys out there, review, and you get to choose who's out in the corridor. Well who will it be?
Choose wisely my dear readers, your choice is part of her fate.