catastrophe ➵ clifford

➥ game day

➸ m i c h a e l

I glanced around nervously, nobody was actually doing anything. This was bullshit, it was supposed to be such a fun day, right? The crazies all kinda just sat there, lifeless, helpless..  I was gonna do something to start this fuckin' party. As if on cue, a classic Nirvana song began playing. I stood up and began dancing crazily, well not crazily but not how normal people would dance. They all stared at me in awe, and one even stood up and began dancing as well. This was great, it was amazing. I laughed quietly as the song ended, and plopped back down on a soft cushion chair. 

➸ c a r t e r

Why was I admitted here, again? I forgot. When I fell, I must've hit my head pretty hard. I can't remember a thing, honestly. Oh God, not this song, bad memories, oh gosh no. I glanced up at the ceiling and sighed loudly, as I glanced across the room seeing some guy with colored hair stand up. How amusing. He looked like an idiot, standing there, just dancing to some old tune that nobody really understood the words to. I mean, even I didn't, and this was my type of music. It was the best type of music. The music that kept me free, and kept me alive. Wow, my thoughts are deep, I should be a poet. Sounds interesting right? "Hey buddy!" some crazy lady screamed at the boy dancing, and got up to dance along with him. Pretty soon the whole floor was dancing, like something you'd see in The Rocky Horror Show. Then the lady that ran the place was on the floor, she was dancing like there's no tomorrow. I guess that's where the quote came from. For all we know - we might not get tomorrow.

➸ m i c h a e l

Everyone was up and dancing, having such a good time. I noticed one girl, just sitting alone, writing a bunch of stuff down in a notebook. Was she insane? You're supposed to hide that kind of stuff! She'd get it taken away, and if she was anything like me - she'd go completely out of her head! I mean, how can you just sit alone in a small room and not talk to anyone, have anyone, stuff like that? I'm overthinking, don't overthink, no, Mikey, don't overthink. It'll just drive you mad, it'll drive you crazy. It'll drive you over the limit of insanity. Shit, now I'm overthinking - overthinking. I went over to the girl, and grabbed her hand. She pulled her hand away and stood up anyways. "C'mon, let's dance?"

She nodded and took my hand, as another song came on, these people had amazing music taste. So we slowdanced, to the slow song, and there wasn't really anything to it. It was sweet and nice, and it seemed like I actually felt something for the first time in a while. God it felt great. I hated feeling sad and depressed, all the time. Ah no, seven minutes until game day came to a finish and we'd all be locked up again in our stupid cages. We weren't animals were we? Maybe we were. I gave the girl a smile, and she smiled back as the song came to a slow finish. "Nice to meet you." I greeted her, "You too." And for the rest of the month, I never got to talk to the nice lady that made me feel like life was worth something. 

this was really short i'm really sorry kinda all of them are gonna be short bc like i write 32773652757 the majority of them at school and i don't have a lot of time bc grounded at home so ew anyways, i hope everyone enjoys this bc im not all that good at writing in first person rather then journals okay feels bc they wont be talking for a while ok xoiuhwgkjhduw bye