Anything To Let Go of Him

Part 2; Chapter 2

Chapter 2-

  "Kurt?" I say confused. And as I sit down on yet another tattered, old couch that is a couple feet away from Kurt's chair, I ask him, "Sounds familiar. Have we met before?"

  "No, I don't think so. Are you new here?" Kurt asks me.

  "Sort of; but not really. Two years ago, I was here for four years and then I broke out," I explain.

  "Really? How?"

  "Oh, yeah. I slit the throat of the guard that stood watch outside my room," I say like it's no big deal. and in an insane asylum, slitting someone's throat is no big deal. But Kurt thought different. His eyes widened and his eyebrows rose.

  "Wow. That's somethin."

  "Not in here, it isn't."

  "Yeah, I guess. I've been here over a year and every horror story is worse than the last," Kurt put his bookmark in 'War and Peace' and turned to pay more attention to the conversation.

  "How did you get put in this hell hole by the way?" I ask, shifting my body into a more comfortable position. I might be here a while.

  "Is it okay for me to tell you? Or is this like fight club? Or Vegas?"

  I chuckle a little. Kurt and I are gonna get along just fine. "No, it's fine. I mean, I personally choose not to tell people. But that's only until we get to know each other better. Like, if I told you now, I would have to kill you." Long pause and no response other than the same eyes widening and eyebrow raise. "I'm joking."

  Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank the gods. Fine, I'll tell you. It's a little long, but seeing the setting that we've been put in, we have all the time in the world." He took a breath and then exhaled before he started his trip down memory lane. "About a year and a half ago, my boyfriend and I broke up over someone else. My boyfriend at the time had feelings for some other guy. We had a mature conversation about the situation and then we decided to end things before he ended up cheating and before we would completely hate each other.

  "But that night took a toll on me. I snapped. His love was my drug. He was my drug. I grew obsessed with him and his new boy-toy. Even more after I transferred to a different school.

  "I would stalk him and his significant other all the time. I duplicated his phone to sit in and watch their conversation's between each other. I would listen to their phone calls.

  "I had boxes of the things he gave me when we were together. I would sneak into his bedroom when no one was home and steal the small things. Hair from his brush, a used up bottle of hair gel in the trash- he went through hair gel like a fat kid with easy access to junk food-, I would steal a bowtie, a pair of his boxers... Stuff like that. I also had shrine's of him everywhere. Plural. In my closet, my school locker, my gym locker, in a vacant janitor's closet, and many more. But one day, the fire marshall called the school because the shrine's had scented candles and they found the shrine's. The principal called my parents and informed them about it. And then the fire marshal called again the same day and they found the other shrine in my closet.

  "Being unreasonable parents, they decided I had a disease. So they brought me here so that I could be 'helped'. I'm perfectly alright now, but I pretend to be crazy in my sessions with Dr.Withers because I'd rather spend an eternity here than go back to my parents after what they did to me. The end."

  "Wow. Impressive. That's the first time I've heard a stalker story being the story that got someone sent here," I blurt. "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you if that's what I did. But that's one of the best parts about this place. No judgement."

  "Yeah. Last week, I saw a fellow 'patient'... pleasuring himself out in the open. I guess he was taking the phrase, 'Dance like nobody's watching', to a literal meaning," Kurt told me. "And no one said anything or did anything to stop him. After a while he was still at it and a friend of his, I think, went to sit by him and she started reading to him."

  "I bet it was Stan. Can't believe he's still here and hasn't masturbated himself to death by now."

  "I guess this place is as tight-knit as the glee club I was in at the school I went to before transferred," Kurt said.

  "No way," I say. "You were in a glee club? I was in the glee club at the school I was going to after I escaped. I was creating a fake life."

  "Yeah, we were all really close. But it doesn't matter anymore. That part of my life is over now," Kurt's smile faded and it was replaced with a frown. He must really miss them. His real family. His natural habitat. We've been talking for like 10 minutes and none of his buddies have come over to intervene and kick me to the sidelines. Probably because he hasn't made any friends in the year that he's been here. I'm completely different. This asylum is my natural habitat. And it's easy for me make friends and blend in here. I guess it's because I'm crazier and more dangerous than everyone in this asylum combined. So I just connect with everyone in a maniac-to-maniac way.

  "I'm sorry, man," I say, because I didn't know what else to say.