The Memory Of Light Discontinued....

chapter 2

      lying in bed, looking out at the sky that has turned a darker blue, then I sence someone breathing behind me. I turn over. "Hi, I'm tommy. Your roommate." The boy says to me. And when he grins, I see a gap where one of his front teeth missing. He's bony with wild uncombed blond hair. "My real name is tomathy Simon's but everybody calls me tommy." "I'm tubbo" I say in a way that will hopefully make him stop talking to me. "You dont have any stuff?" he asks while coming over to my bed. His whole body twitches and squirms as if being electrocuted. He's not going to go away so I sit up. He fluffs my pillow and fixes it behind me" "thanks" I mutter. Then to fill the awkward silence. "No stuff. Only here for one night." Tommy looks shocked. "One night, that's nuts. I dont care what your home lifes like but you cant go back to the same place you did the deed"  'the deed' I repeat to myself. I glance quickly at Tommy's wrists and see the scares there. Some are new some old. Tommy then opens one of the two doors in are room. He fishes out a green button up and some baggy Jean's. "Here you go" he says bringing them back to me. "They have this little room in the hospital full of left behind clothes" he grins "thank you." I say as I place the clothes at the end of the bed. Then I slide off the bed onto the floor. "The thing that lowers it is broken." Tommy explains "the guy that had the room before used a chair to get up there. I would have taken that spot when he left but I don't like being near the window." I ended up putting on the clothes he gave me. My head still hurts. I realize its getting worse every time I talk. "Do you mind if I open up the blinds all the way. "I say "not one bit. But once you get them open you won't beable to close them. Purpled was the name of the guy that was hear. He had to get someone from matnece with pliers to close them." I open the blinds, at home I always have them open.

"They moved purpled to the other side on account his upgraded. This side of the dream smp is the low grade side of us mentals who aren't in immediate danger to themselves or others. Of course, we can get like purpled at any moment. That's why the windows don't open and there's no mirrors anywhere, and two to a room. And nurses checking on us ever half an hour." I close my eyes, I feel like I stepped off the moon and am dropping through space. And I grab onto the side of my bed. When I open my eyes tommy is right next to me. He holds onto my arm as to like stop me from falling. "Its going to feel wierd for a while. Like your not here." "Yeah." I say. That's right I'm not really here. I died last night and this is just a dream. That's a good way to put up with life if you have to. It's just a dream. "Take a snooze. I have to work a couple hours at the hair salon, but I'll come get you for dinner. You coming to the GTH tomorrow?" "GTH?" "Group therapy healing, or as I like to call it gripe to heal. Who thought complaining could make you sane." He grins. "There's three of us, techno, ranboo, and your truly, me. Techno was sent here because of a judge for beating the daylights out of way to many people. The last person being his own father. And ranboo, god nobody knows, but that the group. Plus Dr. Puffy. We just talk about stuff."

"Oh." I say grabbing my head. Dr. Puffy mentioned the group therapy earlier, but its not only actual talking that hurts. The very thought of listening and being polite. Of having to say 'please' or 'thank you' to others, makes me cringe. "But you got to force yourself self to talk even if it's hard, don't worry about what you say. For some reason I was never able to figure that out, but talking helps. Even if it's nonsense."

"What is there to say?" "Theres a lot of talking going on inside your head. Just let some of that junk out. Who cares what it is. Look at me, if it's in my head it's out my mouth." "I noticed." I say tommy laughs. "That's good. See theres a little humor in you. You were trying to be funny were you?" I shrug I'm not sure if I was. "You think me watching TV will bother you?" He asks. "Nice thing about sitcoms. You can watch them when your mental." "Hmm" I hum in response. Maybe sitcoms are like the poems I liked to read when things got really bad. Even when my brain stopped working. The images and rhythms kept me company.

"You cut your own hair, didn't you." "Yes" tommy looks serious, professional. He tilts my head left and right. "I can maybe even it out a little of you want me to." He pulls a trand of my hair and examines it. "Yuck." "Who cares?" I say. "Were mental."

We look at each other for a moment then he grins at me again. I have a feeling are backgrounds are very different. My family is wealthy and his are probably not. I lived a life of ease and comfort he hasn't. But right now we have one thing in common: we are both here at dream smp hospital, failures at the thing called living.

{And that another rap up}

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