Teenage Dream

American Psycho

Am I dead yet?
I take another drag of my cigarette, I watch the little grey ashes fall and the puff of smoke carry out into the freezing winter night.
My eyes are red from my lack of sleep, my brain feels like it's a rocking horse against my skull.
I am not dead, but I sure feel and look like I am. I'm just a sack of bones in a fucked up world.
I get up from my place, my back sliding up the wall on my way and throw my cigarette into the snow near me.
I dash back inside the military quarry were I live and head to my room, it's past bedtime and I sure as hell am not going to be caught outside smoking. I scuff my shoes on the rug in my tiny dorm room and shimmy into night clothes right before I hop onto my bottom bunk.
" Damn girl, you good?" A tired voice appears above me.
" Yes Riley, I'm fine." I say, as if she were my mother.
" Yeah yeah, admit it, your ass would've been busted if I never have guided you my child." Riley says in an obnoxiously funny toon.
" Yeah, whatever."
I nod, jokingly. Pleased with our conversation. I pull my covers over my head when I hear footsteps outside my door. When there gone I pull them down and take out a movie from my backpack.
" Hey Riles, I got you something to watch in the TV room."
She looks at me from her top bunk curiously. I get up from my bag and show her a movie called American Psycho, Riley laughs and holds up the old movie.
" Well if I'd be damned, good find Ellie."
I nod at her and smile.
I hop back into bed and close my tired eyes on a good, upbeat note.