Bliss

Chapter 3: The Point

Chapter 3: The Point

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The next day, we're all under lock down. Yeah, we're under lock down because some absolute shit stain of a person, decided to go on a raving rampage.

I don't know who it is, they're from the stark-crazy ward, and they have got out and are running naked around the building.

Naked. As in, well, naked. How much weirder can you get?

It's been like three hours, and they still haven't caught him. I think it's because if they go straight ahead and grab him, he might get angry.

This one's got violent tendencies.

I think The Blanks are trying to calm him down, talk him back into his dorm. They'll probably get the sedative darts out if he doesn't oblige in an about an hour.

It was just after The Blank tried to force my breakfast down my throat, that the alarm for lock down went off.

The Blank, it wasn't the one I like today, just about shit herself, and then she ran out of the room like her tampon was on fire.

I wish it was. For a good half an hour straight, she called me 'sweetie.' That's just ridiculous. I'm absolutely in no way or form sweet. In fact, I'm most likely to be a serial killer or something when I'm older, and I'll just land myself in a different mental asylum.

Maybe somewhere hotter than Georgia. Maybe Texas, I've got a liking for their twang. I'd like that, the sun, sunbathing.

Well, maybe not the tanning. It's doubtful I'll ever be let outside. Like, ever again. The Blanks say that the sun gets to me, makes me excited. It's not a lie.

I used to watch the t.v program Telly Tubby's and the talking baby sun was always my favourite character.

Back to the point.

The point of a sword or the point of a dagger, it doesn't matter, because they both pierce the skin with the same steel kiss.

What was that? You guessed it, another of Nana Belle's sayings. What does it mean? I have not a clue. I'm almost positive that she was more mentally impaired than I am.

Do you want to know something weird? Maybe not. I'm going to tell you anyway. The weird thing is, we're not allowed mirrors in our rooms. Like, what?

When I asked one of The Blanks, she had said it was because looking in a mirror can sometimes damage a persons self-confidence. Way to kick a girl when she's down, huh? I'd take that as pretty much saying we're all fuck ugly, and seeing our own reflection will only upset us.

Then again, I'm quite narrow minded. I'm also in a psychiatric institution, so my thoughts aren't always at a stable state.

But, then again, what is stable?

FINALLY! I scream, -mentally, of course-, as a single bell rings out, announcing our release and that the lunatic has been tamed. I burst out of the door and into the hall, looking directly at the clock. It's five to twelve.

Without hesitation, I break into a sprint, racing towards the cafeteria, earning a few weird looks. I probably look like another one who's on the escape route. But, I have to get there, and get there fast. If I get there before him, he can't sit in my seat.

And then, there's no reason for me to have to speak to him. Then again, maybe he doesn't even want to speak to me. Not that I care. I don't even want to speak to him. He's stupid.