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Chapter 5

The Janitor

"Who would'a thunk it?

To think that scooter of all people would be the one to take his own life. What a drama queen. Kid probably thought death would bring him peace.

Idiot.

It just brings a whole lot'a problems. Sure, he's probably all comfy and cozy on his little lesbian cloud, milkshakin' it up; but it's chaos down here. Scary lady's getting charts mixed up, blond doctors dropping needles, baldy got suspended from surgery for leaving a clamp in some kid, and I haven't even seen angry man.

'course, there's always a chance he took the elevator not the escalator. Or better yet, he could be stuck in limbo. Would serve him right. I know he didn't deserve all those horrible things I did to him.

And if I had the chance, I'd apologize.

Sure, I've pulled some horrible pranks on him in the past, and a lot of them might of really hurt him, but I never wanted to kill the kid. I never hate him. How could I? He was kinda like my playmate, if nothing else. He most defiantly wasn't my friend. I guess I'm just angry. Angry at him for choosing today of all days to die. It's not like anyone knew what today was anyway, but now I can't remind them without getting an earful.

I don't feel guilty. It wasn't my fault. He had a choice, and he chose to end his life. I think he's stupid. There are better ways to get through these things. He could've talked to somebody. Someone would have listened.

I would have.

I know, I probably would have just made some snide remark and insulted his intelligence, but I would have listened. And, deep within those insults and biting words were advice. Maybe even a hidden complement or two. I guess he just didn't know were to look.

Maybe scooter is in a better place. Away from the horrors of everyday life. Maybe I'm just unlucky, maybe it's the day. Something always when wrong on this day, and this may have been the worst yet. But why am I telling you? Your just a stuffed rabbit. You couldn't help me. Unless you can take my shift…"

I placed a hand on the little white rabbits head, rubbing the soft fur there. I've always wondered why it didn't become brittle after all those chemical baths, but I was too preoccupied with other things to bother finding out. "I bet scooter knew…"

"Knew what?" A voice behind me asked.

I turned my head to find my boss, the devil himself maybe, standing in the doorway behind me. He looked mildly disturbed at the scene, I mean who wouldn't be? I was sitting on an empty mop bucket in the janitors closet surrounded by stuffed woodland creatures. Thinking on it, I found it to be quite odd indeed. I looked up at him and gave a faux smile. "Hello sir."

He glared. "Get out of the damn closet. I'm paying you to clean, not sit on your ass and talk to yourself." He walked out, slamming the door in my face, and I couldn't help but wonder if scooter was laughing at me from somewhere in the clouds.

"He wouldn't go to hell after all. If he did, he'd still be here." I stood up and brushed myself off. Kelso yanked open the door again and gave me a hateful look.

"And get back to work you lazy freeloader." he slammed the door shut again, leaving me alone in the cramped closet once more. I frowned and placed a hand on the door handle, ready to go out and face the world that would never give me a second glance. Not any more.

"Happy birthday to me."

AUTHORS NOTES

Holy shit muffins this was late! So sorry but on top of getting a huge case of Scrubs writers block, the finale kinda bummed me out. I'll update everyday like I used to but now I'm only doing the major/minor characters. Like Kelso, Todd, and Ted.

Sorry again and please review!

Miz. Jynx