An Itsy Bitsy Strawberry

Whole Day

Strawberry slammed the door behind her and pressed her back to it, alarming both Rocco and Damien.

"Oh, hey Strawberry! How have you-" Damien began. He was cut off by Strawberry's frustrated glare.

"Remind me as to why the fuck you both ditched me on the first day?" she grumbled.

"C'mon, you're not Miss Princess Flaky Bitch. We don't gotta monitor your every stinkin' move," Rocco retaliated.

"So you let me crumple into an anxious mess and meet random fuckheads?" Strawberry argued back.

"Indeed I fucking do. What do you think of that, Strawhead?"

"You're a whore." Strawberry plopped into her bunk, hitting her face into her pillow.

"Damn, okay...," Rocco mumbled.

"Yo, Rocco?" Damien called out. 

"Yeah?"

"You wanna try your hand at this weird game I found?"

"What is it?"

"I think it's called 'WarioWare.'"

"Isn't that a game for, like, Wiis?"

"Oh, right. I guess it's garbage then."

"Actually? I think Dorm 217 has a Wii system."

"For real?"

"Yeah, Flaky told me."

"Dude, that bug tells you everything. Do you ever find anything out by yourself?"

"Man, I try to, alright? This bitch is just constantly after me like I'm some kind of baby."

"Or some kind of babe."

"One of these nights, you're gonna die in your sleep."

"You guys are hilarious," Strawberry said lifelessly, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Hey, Strawhead?" Rocco called out.

"Yeah?"

"You know, everything's only been one whole day."

"It has?"

"Yeah. It's still May 10th."

"May 10th?"

"Don't tell me you don't even know the date."

"Didya see a calendar in my truck? No? Then shut the fuck up."

"You couldn't buy one?"

"Was broke from paying Driver."

"Geez. Well, it was still only one day. You got knocked out, woke up, and got here in the same exact day."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?"

"Fuck if I know. Maybe I'll just sit on my bed. Playing Rhythm Tengoku."

"Oh, yeah, I did save that Gameboy from the truck, huh..."

"Yeah. You did. Thanks, I guess."

"Mhm."

Everyone was done conversing. Now, only the ambience of a ventilator running filled the room. Sometimes, there'd be the scratch of a pencil. Strawberry could only try to guess what the pencil was doing.

She was done for the day. She didn't want to do anything else. Maybe she'd talk with someone for dinner. But who...? Her brain simply wouldn't process anything.

The change was all so sudden. And it finally caught up to her.

She could barely hear someone's voice calling her name, growing more worried each time. Yet, she couldn't be bothered to care. Exhausted, she passed out on the bed.