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See? Those are very good items, yes?I: The Wall: The first stand-alone story in a yet-unnamed, unorganized, bigger story. Anyways, it's not that important if you don't read the other stories since these are all stand-alones. Apologies for any grammatical mistakes and whatnots since english isn't my first language. Constructive criticisms are welcome. Enjoy!
His life was empty, no doubt about it. He was just a faded version of the school jock who seem to have existed ages ago. No job, no woman, no money... That is why he allowed himself to be a guinea pig for these scientists. Something about psychology so there are no dangers to his body. He chuckled in the dark room they have left him in. They're gonna play with your mind, buddy boy. Was it the right decision for these kind of thing? Or would he end up like his old man, battered in body and soul?
A silhouette appeared on the thin wall of intertwined cords of metals. It looked ominous. Just looking at it in that dark room brought to him shivers. The silhouette dropped to a crouch and knocked at his side of the wall. It was a deep, sensuous sound. "Ah, a new toy..." That womanly sound giggled. "What are you in for, huh? Something nasty? Or just a victim? We're all victims, my friend. Share your tale and maybe that will make time fly."
"Who are you?" He cleared his throat. Maybe one of those doctors... "What do you want?"
"Would it scare you if I say that I am here to feed off of your memories?" Her voice rang hollowly in the dark room. "Never mind that, tell me your story. Please?" The silhouette stretched, revealing a womanly figure. "It's so boring here."
A kindred soul, huh? Maybe he could even get her number? Haha, what was he thinking? The girl could be a major psycho case. Oh, well. "Not much to tell. Went to Jackson High. Been the highschool jock. Now I'm the loser..." Before he could stop, the last word just poured out of his mouth. "I'm a loser..."
"Yes, you are. That's why you're here." She whispered. "Cry, if you want to. Even the dead has ceased listening to this damned place." She muttered irritatingly. "No, please do. Most men such as you never got the chance to cry. Wimps."
He choked back the tears. "No... It wasn't supposed to be. Not me. I was Prom King." It sounded pathetic even to his ears...
"I'm sorry. I think those things happen to prom kings too." The voice was far from apologetic. He continued describing the events of his life as in a movie. He was the king of the hill. His own girlfriend didn't even know about his affair with her boss, Harriet Leary. She left her but that was nothing. He only had to please dear Harriet and he was okay. Where had it gone wrong? Was it with the girls he seduced? The disagreement with the husbands of the married women he fooled around with?
"There's no use trying to pinpoint where it all started. Spill all your pain into me..." The voice was mesmerizing, like a lover's caress. Why not? He was tired of it all... He leaned his head against the silhouette's hand. "Let it go." Gladly, he stood, walked away then ran to his savior. A brief flash of red then pain...
"Mr. Garland?" The tiny nurse shouted in that grating voice. "Doc says you're good to go." Not one of the doctors wanted to handle the scene. No one, except for the new resident, the one who looked too young. What was her name again?
The nurse turned the knob and entered the room. The air stank with that rusty sweet smell. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the white wall splattered with red and some yellowish matter on the upper part of the wall. Then she saw a figure hugging the wall. Barely recognizable but that jacket. Was he smiling? Hurriedly, she turned back only to let the police in and then hightail out of the room.
"No need to worry, Doc." The policeman smiled weakly. "The reports state that he did it himself." He sighed as the doctor nodded. "To do a thing like that, you had to be really nuts or hopeless." He stared at her appreciatively. "You're one tough cookie, ma'am. Glad you didn't break down or something." The woman looked too young to be a doctor. She seemed to be as refreshed as anyone could be. Anyone who hasn't seen this bloody mess, he thought.
A knowing smile appeared on those rosy lips. "Thank you, officer. It really pays to have someone to share your problems with. Maybe you could visit sometime?"
The man chuckled. "That would sure help! Maybe I'd make an appointment sometime, Doc!" Garland didn't really buy into that psychiatry shit but somehow, he felt he should TRY it. He shook his head as he walked away. Try? Not even close. He had looked into those young yet knowledgeable eyes and knew that in her, lies the salvation he had been seeking all his life. Yes, maybe tomorrow. He smiled satisfactorily, as if he haven't seen one of the sickest suicides ever.
The woman's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he walked away. She hoped it would be as interesting as with the night before.
NOTE: This story was originally posted by yours truly on fiction press. From now on, I'm planning on posting any story here in this blog of mine.. :D
We don't know why crazy people always come in our hut. We don't even know why they're talking to us.