I Want To Paint Your Lips

Chapter 5

This chapter does contain a decently gruesome scene - you have been warned. It's not overwhelming but there is gore.

The door squeaked open and Delirious watched it hatefully. “You’re twenty minutes late,” he pouted, childish tones in his voice. “Evan I don’t like when you’re late, I need my medi-”

“I’m not Evan and I had things to do,” a woman’s voice spat. Her tone was coated in sour jabs, nasty and disgusted. The door shut behind her and she slapped on all four of the big lights. Delirious cringed, squinting. He did not like the sound of this.

The blonde woman plonked down in Evan’s seat, brown eyes looking over him with obvious revolt. Her eyes were dull and ugly. Her eyes shouldn’t be allowed to look at him like that. “What is with that stupid makeup? Are you some sort of party entertainer?” He pinched his lips together, irritation swelling in his stomach. He tucked his feet up beneath him and turned around completely, facing the hook the chain to his collar was attached to. He was going to be a child. He only listened to Evan. “Are you ignoring me? What the fuck is even wrong with you.” She took a few moments to study the identification sheet. “9.1 my ass, you look like the biggest pussy here. You wouldn’t be able to do damage without a strait jacket. Is this all some big joke?”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Delirious!

Jonny you should kill her!

Delirious she shouldn’t be her, get rid of her!!

Swinging one leg off the chair, he pushed the button by the base of the wall. It would send three beeps to Evan’s walkie and let him know Delirious wanted him. Hopefully he would be able to remove the awful bitch when he came.

“What was that? Why did you call the button?” she demanded.

“Where’s Evan?” he asked, turning to her and looking at her calmly. He wriggled in his jacket, ideas forming. “He usually takes off the collar in the mornings. I get a nasty rash and if it gets left on, Evan gets in big trouble for forgetting. I can already feel it itching…” The lies spilt from his mouth like poison and he didn’t bat an eye in regret. He didn’t know what that was anymore.

Kill her.

She’s a hag. She’s nasty and she looks at you like you’re filth.

She’s sitting in Evan’s chair.

She has Evan’s equipment.

Evan. Evan. Evan.

Kill the replacement.

“I will,” he muttered, replying to his thoughts softly. She didn’t even notice as she looked over her papers before standing and stalking over to him.

She looked him over and he turned his head to expose the buckle, his fingers itching in their sleeves. “You’re a pathetic excuse for a high rank patient. Your caretaker must have terrible judgement, and obviously no sense of intelligence letting you wear that shit on your face.” Without a moment to think, she swiped her hand down his face, wiping the white paint over his nose and smudging the red all over his chin.

He twitched.

KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL.

He smiled, faking fear in quivering lips and avoiding eye contact. She snorted. “You should be a 1.4 if you ask me. There’s nothing even wrong with you, here.” Her nimble fingers unlatched the leather and he felt it fall away from his neck.

His shy smile pulled back into a snarling grin and he stood, a good foot taller than her. He rolled his neck, cracking it and glaring down at her. She took two steps back. Her lips parted and eyes widened. “Um…”