We All Start As Strangers

Another Breakfast in Hell

"hm, well the stitches seem to be healing up nicely" she laughed. "Here" she said handing me some anti-itch cream, as I reached out to grab it she pulled it away, as if secound guessing her decision. "You know what Miss Adeline, maybe I should just put it on for you, how bout that? Just so we can resist the temptation to pick at them, sound good?" before I even had a chance to answer she already began to lather the cream on my wrist. Thats another thing I hated about her, she'd do shit like that just to piss me off, just to get a reaction, and it killed me.

when she was done she let me slip on my slippers and she walked me down to breakfast. The hallways were long, they were a nasty slimy looking olive green with a dim yellow tint to them. As we walked I could see the usual crazies who roamed the halls, the ones who were REALLY crazy, not the misunderstood ones like me. I saw Earl sitting in his wheelchair down the hall, Earl was an older black man who was said to be a paranoid schizophrenic who tried to kill his daughter twice, saying that the devil himself orders him to. He frequently whispered to himself and I've got him twitching every now and then. That's crazy... not me. After a walk that seemed to take for ever we made it to the elevator that took us to the first floor (I was on the 2nd). When we got to the small white cafeteria I immediately got in line for my food. Today we were having Oatmeal with your choice of toppings. Mmmm yummy, NOT.

I got my food and tried to find a good place to sit. I always tried to steer clear of anyone who was super skinny or looked malnourished, the girls and boys with the eating disorders. Cause I didn't have the perfect body, and I wasn't the skinniest girl. I am in the middle and I've got curves, and long blonde hair. So why sit next to the people who wont touch their food and make me feel like a pig.