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Getting Better
Chapter 2: I Call Your Name
I stood in front of the door nervous as hell. I was kind of scared to meet this Ringo kid. He seemed crazy.
You're one to talk, Georgie-boy.
I slammed my head against the wall. I hit too hard, I suppose, because a headache erupted in my temple. Why couldn't the voices go away? I hate the voices. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.
I raised my fist and knocked on the door. It was silent for a moment. What was I saying, for a moment? It's been silent the whole time. I shook my head as the door opened.
There stood a quite short teenager with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. His eyes were huge and full of happiness and have sort of a mischievous glint in them. He was wearing a faded red tee shirt and grey sweatpants and bare feet. He was smoking a cigarette. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me. He grinned and grabbed my hand, shaking it over enthusiastically.
"Hi! I'm Ringo! Well, my real name's Richard, but don't call me that! Call me Ringo! It's from my rings, you know, my name. I have a lot of them. They're pretty and colourful. Seeeeee?" He rushed and shoved his hand in my face. I just kind of stared at him, too scared to move. Apparently, he took that as a sign to continue.
"You must be George! Paul told me I was getting a roommate! I like people! I like talking too. John always tells me I talk too much and that I should put duct tape on my mouth. I'd bet that would taste horrible, you know, duct tape. Like my Auntie's old socks. Well, I've never actually tasted my Auntie's socks, but I bet they taste horrible. What do you think, George?" He said thoughtfully. I couldn't help but just burst out laughing. Tears were trickling down my cheeks and my sides were aching I sat on the floor and tried to calm down. Ringo smiled and pushed me into the room.
The room looked much like Paul and John's. The walls were a dark blue, and there was a bunk bed in the corner. In the right corner was a dresser with a lamp on it. There was one large window on the north wall. The room was pretty big. There was a bathroom to my left. I looked around and dropped my bag on the bottom bed.
"I'm on the top bunk. You can have the bottom," Ringo said and took two bottles of coke from an ice box. He handed me one and sat on the window sill, looking out. I joined him and we watched the cars zoom by.
"I'm surprised they put you on a high floor. Usually the suicidal kids are put on the first floor. They can't die if jump out the window and they're on a tighter watch." Ringo said and took a sip of his coke. I thought about it and nodded. It did make sense…
"That's weird. I agree. Not that I want to, anymore. I like it here. And- wait, how did you know I tried to commit suicide?" I asked. I haven't told him yet.
"When you were saying your whole story to Paul, you were right outside my door. I kind of listened. I'm sorry," he explained, the tips of his ears going red. I grinned and shook my head.
"It's alright. Saves breath," I said and smiled. He grinned and took another swig of coke and threw his cigarette bud out the window.
"It's dinner now, better get going," He said and threw his coke bottle out the window too. I chuckled and threw mine out. I followed Ringo out the door and stuck my hands in my jean pockets. I looked down and saw that Ringo's feet still had no shoes.
"Why are you barefoot, Ringo?" I asked curiously.
"I hate shoes. I find them uncomfortable. I just…don't wear them," He said and shrugged. We made it at the end of the hall and turned right, where there was a huge cafeteria. I just realized how not hungry I was. I didn`t usually eat. That`s why I was so skinny. I waited in line with Ringo anyways, keeping him company. There were actually a lot of normal people there, if you know what I mean. Ringo got this sandwich thing that looked like a rotten foot and we looked around for a table. Ringo walked quickly towards the back which had a table with Paul and John at it. Ringo waved and ran over to it. I just followed quickly, ducking my head down. Everyone was staring at me and I hate attention. I just sat next to Paul and slightly waved at him. He grinned at me and took a bite out of his sandwich.
"Don't you have food, Geo?" Paul asked.
"Geo?" I asked chuckling. Paul nodded and smiled, proud of coming up with the nickname. "And I'm never usually hungry," I said shrugging.
"That explains why you're as skinny as a toothpick. I could probably snap you in half without even trying," John said coldly.
"Why are you being such a bloody git to me, John? We all have something wrong with us. Even you," I spat back.
"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!" John suddenly yelled. Ringo dropped his sandwich from surprise. "ALL OF YOU ARE BLOODY CRAZY! I'M FUCKING NORMAL!" He screamed and started to walk away.
"John!" I yelled standing up, but he wouldn't listen. He kept running. "John, I'm sorry!" I sighed, frustrated and ran after him.