Teach Me to Dance Pinetree

Day three

6:30Am: I don't remember waking up, nor going to sleep, everything in me was sore from the previous day. 

6:35AM: I don't remeber walking to the shower, nor getting out of the shower, I just remember the droplets on my screaming muscles as I lathered my hair in shampoo. 

6:40AM I don't remember making breakfest, nor finishing it, I just remebered the way the cereral scrapped at my skin, the milk making my stomach churn. 

7:00AM don't remember getting in my car, notgetting out of it, just the feeling of ease, as I thumbed at the volume knob and looked for the perfect station. 

I didn't remember starting my day and I certainly didn't remember ending. I was to distracted, there was too many thoughts, everything was loud. Too, too loud. I was nervous, I could tell, my stomach screamed, sweat poured down my eyes, everything was just too, too buzzy. I didn't remember starting my morning, nor did I remember ending it, but I do remember the anxiety in it, the fuzz of it as I tried to calm myself down. Everything was buzzing, why was it buzzing, days aren't normally supposed to buzz.

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"I want to know his name, his age, his birthday, you know what, give me his whole fucking profile, I am not getting a new therapist unless this man is the biggest genius in the country, I'm fine with Glasses". Ford sucked in a breath, his fist chenching in his jacket, 

"You killed your last therapist, so he can't give you therapy". Bill clucked his toungue, shaking his head, 

"What're you talking about, he's right here see". Bill pulled a rotting finger from his jacket causing Ford's eyes to widen, 

"W-why, where, who's", 

"Weren't you listening, Fordsie, I fucking said this was Glasses, souvenir". Ford scoffed, turning around to walk out, 

"I want the profile Sixer, then we'll talk", 

"I'm not giving you his profile, if you want to know more about him you can ask, but I know the kids not going to be stupid enough to answer". 

"Pfft, you could have just told me it was you're family Ford, then I would have allowed it, silly scientist, now I get another toy". Flinching, the older man twirled around to face his patient, 

"You are not hurting another of your therapists", 

"Maybe you should stop sending your family, I'm glad Dipper's coming finally, this is going to take less time then I thought". Bill slapped his head before groaning, "Hey, shut it, I'm trying to have a normal conversation for once, I don't need you guys butting in". Ford grimaced, shifting to his other foot as his vision was cast to the floor, he was becoming more and more uncomfortable, "come on Sixer, I'm only kidding, why would I have voices in my head when I can put voices in your head". The demon walked forward, limping slightly, "And about your nephew, you really should watch him when there are so many dangerous people in this world, I would hate to see you so sad about losing him". 

The demon's face turned sour, a sympathetic frown forming on his face as he rested his head on the glass. In an instant it melted, snapping back into a threatening smile, 

"I'm just kidding, I'm going to love watching you fall apart over his death, I've never met the boy but my sources tell me I would love playing with him, apparently his screams are one of the most beautiful things ever. Maybe I'll hear them when I pull him to bits and eat him alive, sucking on his flesh as I slam his face into the concrete, over and over, and over".(Bill eat a fucking snickers, you get cranky when you're hungry) Ford's eyes flashed with tears, everything in the room seemed to suffocate him,