Mindless Self Indulgence (Fuck Off)

Late

Beep.

BEEP.

I’m going to search and destroy whoever invented that noise.

Beep.

I repeatedly slam my fist down on the stupid box until it stops I shut my eyes for five minutes…

And the sound of the bus driving away wakes me up again.

Shit.

I can’t be late. If I’m late I’ll have to serve a whole day in jail because the system is b r o k e n.

I run out onto the street and into some people but as long as I’m not late. And anyway, they were in my way. They chose to be there.

I make it into the classroom a split second before the bell rings. I get a few looks and whispers.

Yes. I am sweating excessively.

Yes. My hair is sticking up at strange angles.

No. I don’t give a shit.

But what the fuck is anyone going to do about it. It’s not really my problem if people think I’m weird.

The one thing I enjoy about school is that it’s so easy to fall asleep there. You just listen to the teacher’s incessant monotone and just like that, you’re asleep. And the bell is enough to wake up half the country.

“I need a ticket out of the city,” I tell the woman behind the Plexiglas.

“That’ll be six dollars,” She tells me smiling.

I hand her the money because I have it now.

“Here’s your ticket, sir,” she smiles.

I hastily make my way onto the bus and I collapse on the nearest seat.

Where I’m going is where the ‘criminals’ go. The ones that want to put their mark on buildings and the ones that runaway and the ones that trade cigarettes for Coma pills. There’s some crazy shit down at the ruins that I’ve heard about but haven’t seen yet. Infected animals. Mutant people. Rusty nails to snag your elbow on. A hundred ways to die.

See, people generally avoid the ruins because there’s so much to feel down there. Not just pain but the memories of why these ruins are even here. People don’t like remembering things like that.

I jump off the back of the bus because it doesn’t take people to the ruins. That’s illegal. I make my way to the fence that goes through the NANON city and the ruins. I’d like to say that this fence has an electric current that could kill me if I touched it but this is just a plain fence. It’s old. It’s rusty. It has barbed wire. There are holes on the bottom of it. The fence is completely useless.

I dust off my jacket and make my way into the semi-darkness. There are a few lights working down the road and the streets are covered with abandoned cars and tons of garbage for you to trip on.

I look around and finally decide to investigate a half collapsed skyscraper to my right. I make my way inside and through tons of flights of stairs until I find a door that actually leads to a room and not to the ground below me. Before I get to open it though I hear voices behind it.

That’s new.

“You’re fucking crazy,” someone says, “You’re going to burn the whole place down, Lindsey.”

I walk closer trying to find out where the voices were coming from.

There’s a girl. Her hair is tied up in pigtails and she’s doing a backbend except she’s not using her hands to hold her up. She’s using her hands to hold a lit match. Whatever it she’s doing…

It looks demonic.

Then the next moment I don’t really know what’s happening. The only thing I know is that this was Lindsey and she was about to set me on fire…

 

Okay so I’ve decided to name the super-corporation running everything NANON I came up with it a while ago during a boring class at school and I can’t remember what it stands for anymore. It’s something like National American __________ of ______________. I honestly can’t remember and I’m too lazy to go and find the page in the notebook so yeah.