Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Open your eyes.
"Why is it always at the best part of the dream?"
The room is monotone white. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling.
In the background, a buzzing noise can be heard coming from the fluorescent lights.
Its your room.
After who knows how long you've been sleeping, the bathroom is the next place to go.
The bathroom is small. It has a toilet, a sink with a mirror-cabinet, a bathtub with a showerhead.
Go on, take a look into the mirror.
"Woah... nothing changed"
Elongated face, puny nose, normal... mouth; and large, oval, white eyes.
Jesus, they look weird.
Open the mirror-cabinet.
"Band-aids, toothpaste, toothbrush, human finger... Ah!, the pills right here"
You dumb fuck.
The little box says "Rispedal", it still has plenty to go.
Take some pills to make me normal again.
The bathroom has done its job for now.
"Back to the room!"
The one thing to do around here is to watch Keeping up with the Kardashians.
God, I love that shit.
I keep receiving DVDs of the seasons.
Doesn't matter where they come from, days ago received the sixth season.
I watch that shit everyday whenever nothing else is going on outside.
Outside.
Kim is from the Outside. Kourtney is from the Outside. Khloé is from the Outside.
There is no Outside where the room is, but there is an outside.
The life-sized Kim Kardashian cardboard cutout in the corner looms.
"I know you are from the Outside, you silicone ass!"
Return to keep watching where you left off.
Season 6, episode 13: "The Proposal".
"This is going to be good"
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The Schizoid
Ficção GeralDISCLAIMER: This work of fiction is for entertainment purposes only and it is not representative of real schizophrenia. And it if has been used in poor taste, i didnt know. This man is in a room. His trials and tribulations are in. What will he do?
