DIARY OF A WORTHLESS CUTTER
Chapter 5: The Crooked Young
Oliver.
I wake up in a bright room. I was lying on what looked like a psychiatric ward's bed. There were two figures clinging to me. One was a girl with blue hair, and the other was a boy with dark brown hair. They both slept peacefully. I glance at the clock on the wall, it's two in the afternoon.
I smile remembering last night. Roni, Josh and I hung out. We played Monopoly for hours until Roni wanted food. She went and got like three pizzas. Then we watching some horror movies, starting with The Ruins and ending with The Cabin in the Woods. Josh was scared out of his mind, burying his face into my neck for practically the whole marathon. We also wrote a song, and by we I mean all three of us, not just Josh and I. Roni's pretty well at writing lyrics. The song is called The Crooked Young. I smile, hearing Roni sigh what seemed to be the word Jack in her sleep. Josh was nearly on top of me.
"I bring foooooooooood!" Mum's voice sounds as she walks in.
Roni immediately sits up, sniffing the air happily. Josh yawns and sits up as well.
"Food? Mama brought food?" She questions, her grey eyes sleepy as she looks hungrily at the white bags.
"I brought you your Macca's. Josholi get stuff from Six." Our Mum explains, handing Roni a McDonald's bag and us a Six bag.
"Thanks Mama!" Roni smiles, stuffing fries into her mouth already.
Josh was doing the same, with Six's curly fries.
"I wub woo Wama." She says through her fries.
"I wub woo wo Woni." Mum mocks with a loving and motherly smile.
"So Mum when do I get to go home?" Josh asks casually.
"Um, ask Roni." She says softly, making us all look at the blue haired girl.
"I'm just a nurse here! Don't fucking ask me. Ask Shanks." Roni snarls, drinking what looked to be a glass of Rockstar.
"What are you drinking?" Mum demands, eyeing the glass suspiciously.
"Umm... Rockstar." She answers quickly, flashing an innocent smile.
I lean over and sniff the glass. It wasn't just Rockstar. It smelled like vodka. And Monster. With a hint of orange juice.
"Is that vodka spiked with orange juice?" I question her.
"Nope. It's vodka spiked with OJ, Rockstar, Monster and Mountain Dew." Roni spills, taking a long sip of the drink.
"Sounds gross." Josh says, wrinkling his nose up.
"It's better than a being in Sykeward. He he." She cackles, sounding high.
"Did you just say my last name and the word 'ward' after it?" He asks.
"I heard Syke." I correct.
"Yeah, my last name." Josh says confidently.
"You mean Fransykes?" Roni answers with a giggle.
"Why are we talking about this?" Mum asks.
"Can we go hoooooooooooooome?" The blue haired girl drawls out.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" Josh pleads.
"Can weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?" I press.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!" Our mum caves.
"YAAAAAY!" We all three exclaim.
"I'll sign you out!" Roni says to Josh, before jumping up and skipping out; drink in hand.
Roni's Point of View
I skip out of Josh's room, only to run into a hard chest- making me fall flat on my ass and spill my cocktail on whomever I ran into.
"Ugh son of a fucking Skittle cunts." I groan, looking up to see familiar mocha eyes.
"Oh my God I am so sorry!" His voice exclaims, taking my hand and pulling me up.
My eyes widen as I realize whom I ran into.
"JACK!" I yell and fling myself at him happily.
"BLUE HAIRED GIRL!" Jack shouts and hugs me back.
"Jack why are you hugging this girl?" Another familiar voice asks.
