Page 51 of Bedlam
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. How am I going to survive this without wanting to bang all these guys every second of the day? Fuck my life.
thirty-six
Taunts & Phone Calls
Jameson
It’s been a few days since my cocksucker of a father sentenced me to life in this fucking institution. I’ve been angry and non compliant to say the least, so they’ve been drugging me more so than not because of my behavior. The voices won’t shut up, causing me to rage more than normal and I’m mad, big fucking mad that I hurt the ones I love. I let the monster win, yet again, and the chance to kill my father has come and gone. I’ll be stuck in this hell hole for the rest of my life, that’s if I don’t take it first, or go forth with plan b and just fucking kill everyone. ‘The Massacre of Hillsboro Institute. The Carver Lives On.’ What a catchy little headline.I do like the sound of that.
“Then do it, pussy.”
“Yes, no balls Little Boy Blue.”
“Disappointment as always.”
Ignoring the three in my head is becoming harder and harder these days, wishing I could carve them out of my own fucking brain.
“If only it was that easy.”
“HAHAHAHAHA.”
“I mean… go for it.”
Growling, I leave my cell, because that’s exactly what it is. The room I was promised, with the best accommodations, was bullshit.Once a liar, always a liar.Surviving here would be easy if I played by their rules, but it's not in my nature to follow their commands. I’ve been daddy's puppet for far too long, but that ended the minute he signed my death sentence.
Everytime I think about what he has done, and the revelations of what I’ve done, my blood just boils hotter and hotter.
Rounding the corner as I head to group therapy, like I’ve been doing every day, I slam into Lolli.
“Shit, my apologies Lolli. I must’ve really been in my head that I didn’t see you pop out of thin air.” I snark and she giggles.
“Apology accepted. Let’s go talk about our feelings with the shrink.” She encourages while skipping towards the room we meet in daily.
“I suppose. We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” I say and she spins.
“Of course we do. I just like going to taunt the asshole. I make him very uncomfortable, and that makes my little black heart skip a beat, completing my day.” She says with a smile that’s definitely frightening with all the clown makeup she's wearing.
“Whatever you say, Lollipop.” I laugh and she gets in my face, poking her little finger at my chest. I look at her finger then up at her with a raised brow.
“It’s Lolli-gag, asshole. Get it fucking right, you prick.” She yells and I smile.
“Looks like I hit a nerve, Little Clown.” I smirk and her brows hit her head.
“Don’t be a dick, otherwise, I’ll let Jethro do what he wants to you.” she threatens, causing me to laugh.
“Hey, do what you need to do, seeing that I won’t be leaving this hell hole anytime soon.” I say as we enter the room.
“Whose fault is that?”
“Little Boy Blue never listens.”
“Like father says, always a disappointment.”
“Shut the fuck up.” I growl as Lolli looks up at me.
“The voices again, huh? Embrace them, Sir Jameson. It’s easier that way.” She giggles and I shake my head because she’s dead wrong. I don’t know what the voices say in her crazy head but they aren’t like mine. They’ve done enough damage for a lifetime.
“I like her. Can we keep her?”