Another Monday Morning
"YOU BASTARDS LET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" You scream at the top of your lungs, your throat dry, desperate for something cool to drink. Suddenly, the circular door is unlocked, and is pushed violently open by something with great strength. You're sent flying across the room, the floor comes rising up to meet your face and almost at once you feel a sharp pain in your nose.
You use all your remaining strength to lift yourself with only the support of your two weakened legs. Screaming something unintelligable beneath your breath, you turn to stare into the eyes of fury. Backing away slowly you bump into the far cushioned walls, and quickly remember where you are.
He could be looking into your soul for all it's worth.
He stares at you....
You stare at him....
He stares at you....
You stare at him....
He stares at you....
You stare at him....
The people who are simultaneously whispering to you stop and stare at him....
This awkwardness lasts for at least forty-five minutes. Your nose has healed, and the whispering people have left your mind through the back door into your back-yard and over your fence...Metaphorically speaking they have gradually disappeared.
Your urges to slap people have been reduced into nothing but memories.
"Wow..." You mutter.
You jump as you hear him speak for the first time. His huge muscles agreeing with his every word.
"The healing process has been completed. You are free to go."
"Huh...?"
"You've been cured sir. You're free to go.."
"Free to what?"
"Free to go."
"Go-Go-stick?"
"Ok sir. I'm gonna have to ask you to stop screwing with my mind before you're shot in between your legs to think about your maturity.."
You use all your remaining strength to lift yourself with only the support of your two weakened legs. Screaming something unintelligable beneath your breath, you turn to stare into the eyes of fury. Backing away slowly you bump into the far cushioned walls, and quickly remember where you are.
He could be looking into your soul for all it's worth.
He stares at you....
You stare at him....
He stares at you....
You stare at him....
He stares at you....
You stare at him....
The people who are simultaneously whispering to you stop and stare at him....
This awkwardness lasts for at least forty-five minutes. Your nose has healed, and the whispering people have left your mind through the back door into your back-yard and over your fence...Metaphorically speaking they have gradually disappeared.
Your urges to slap people have been reduced into nothing but memories.
"Wow..." You mutter.
You jump as you hear him speak for the first time. His huge muscles agreeing with his every word.
"The healing process has been completed. You are free to go."
"Huh...?"
"You've been cured sir. You're free to go.."
"Free to what?"
"Free to go."
"Go-Go-stick?"
"Ok sir. I'm gonna have to ask you to stop screwing with my mind before you're shot in between your legs to think about your maturity.."