Town, Crazy

Nine days

I walked through the circular door, prepared to be attacked again. Souvenirs from ‘initiation’ ached with every step, a reminder to fuck Marsha Jo up the next time I see her. In group therapy, I thought bitterly.

Finally taking in my surroundings, I was surprised.

The three twin sized beds had blue sheets and green comforters. One was neatly made, while the others had obviously been slept in. On every available surface, there were clothes. Dirty clothes.  Dirty Clothes and food.

And the smell, oh my god. Something had to be dead or dying. This couldn’t possibly be a girl’s room.

 This couldn’t possibly be a girl’s room.

Right as the thought crossed my mind, two over grown things ran into the room, limbs flying. Frightened, I lifted both my skinny arms up, to protect my face, and dropped to my knees. The things ran once around the room, grunting and shouting and most likely fighting.

“HEY!” One of the things yelled in what I hoped wasn’t my direction “What’s that pink thing?”

“Pink thing?” the other echoed, somewhat scared.

“Dude, its breathing! Ohmygod, kill it! Kill it!”

I screamed loudly as the things stomped my way. Looking up, I realized they weren’t things; they were boys. Two overgrown teenaged boys stood, stunned, in front of me. One was slightly shorter than the other, but other than that, they were completely identical. Same brown hair, same green eyes, same razor-sharp cheek bones. 

Both boys were covered head to toe in red dirt. Red dirt. Their jeans were ripped at the seams and on the knees. They had been fighting, but what? Each other? 

“Oh my goodness!” The taller of the two exclaimed “She looks like a little kitty cat! Can we keep her, please?!”

“What if she bites?” Asked the shorter. Angry about being talked about, I focused my glare on the shorter of the two, who seemed to be the leader.

“I’m not a cat!” I nearly screamed

“Then what are you?” The taller twin asked

“I’m a girl.” Gesturing to my body.

“Wow,” The shorter said “ So you’re a talking girl cat?”

“No, I’m not a cat period!” I screamed, fed up with being compared to a house pet.

“So you’re just a taking girl…” The taller said. I nodded my response, still fuming. He puffed up his cheeks and puffed out air, shrugging. “Lame! Let’s go Jack; we have more pressing matters to deal with than cats with identity issues!”

The duo left loudly and clumsily, pushing each other like small children. I sighed and sat on the bed, which might have been the only clean surface. I blinked a couple times and rolled over.  The bed was made out of a dark colored wood, which was appealing to the eye. On the head board, an engraved gold colored plate was screwed in. I sat up to get a closer look.

Lafontaine, Odette Marie

Room B64

Town, Tescott

Asylum

Female, 16 yrs old

Mixed Ethnicity

Baffled, I sat up. I didn’t know what this place was and I didn’t care. One way or another I was gonna get out. Or die trying. But they probably won’t  kill me considering I was 16 yrs old with parents. Who would look for me.  Hopefully

All escape plans flew out the (unfortunately) metaphorical window as the stench Returned with a vengeance. Gagging, I stood to leave. My grandmother always said ‘know thy enemy’, and I was about to get in the know.  

                “Odd! Odette, get your pasty ass over here!” The familiar voice had me near tears.

                My big brother was running my way, arms spread. I accepted his embrace as he began to ramble. 

                “Oh my god, where are we?! I woke up in a room with two beefy jerks who wanted all in the Tapio pie! They just didn’t know you ain’t supposed to eat pie in no god damn closet.”

                Familiar with his antics, I shushed him.

                “ Tapio, where are the little ones. Arto has meds, and Otto has social anxiety, you know that!” Several people who were also in the Café stopped to give me dirty looks before moving on.

                “Wh- wait, what was that?” Tapio bit his tongue before responding in a hushed tone.

                “Odd, baby, there are rules here. I think we’re breaking one.”

                “Well, duh.” A realistically proportioned Barbie stopped in front of or duo, practically posing with her cell phone. Her auburn hair was perfectly teased, framing a heart shaped face. She had a nice figure with height to match, at around 5’9. Hazel eyes peaked over the top of designer glasses, which  matched a designer outfit.

                “Plastic, 9 o’clock.” Scoffing, Tapio striated his pleather vest and skinny jeans. Barbie was having none of it.

                “Look, a fruit fly and its’ fruit!” Rolling her eyes, she tilted her head and gave us a look from behind her glasses. “Look, I didn’t come here to have a sword fright. One, I don’t have a penis, and two,  you guys need help. Call me Heather. “ She held out a manicured hand, but redrew it quickly. “Sorry, can’t rick chipage.  Follow me, so I can teach you how to survive in the jungle.” She looked up, slightly pouting. “But not for real, I don’t like humidity.”

                She began to walk, clacking away. She stopped when she notice we weren’t following. Looking directly at me over her glasses, she raised a perfect eye brow.

                “You know, the average life of a fruit fly is nine days. Eleven, if they’re lucky.” She began to walk, and we followed. I think we all know I’m not lucky, and not okay with a nine day sentence.

A/n As promised, part one of my spring break promise! I Hope you like and i would love some feed back! So, what do yall think some rules is tescott town are? Find out very, very soon!

Chapter Song: You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison by My Chemical Romance