Camari
I looked cautiously before pushing my pass in my pillow that contained other things I got from the outside whenever I get to go which is very rare since I'm always being kept in the padded cell for petty things because of Rick the security guard.
I call him Lucifer for more than one reasons.
I made my bed then made my way outside where the other psychiatric patients sat doing their normal activities. Their normal would be considered weird to the outside world. Things such as talking to the walls, their imaginary friends, drawing designs that I think would bring light to the world if put in an art museum.
I sat with Luna, a little girl who was born inside the asylum because Rick refused to let them take her mom to the hospital. "Hey Lulu." I said and she smiled hugging me.
I stroked her hair lightly then pulled her away slipping a pack of some sort of candy I stole from a girl at the concert...I think the bag said Skittles, in her pocket. "Enjoy." I whispered smiling and she quickly ran away.
I know this may sound sad but...she is literally the only one I talk to...everyone else is dumb and judgemental even though I don't think they're in a position to judge anyone.
"Jones! Get your ass over here!" Rick yelled and I sighed getting up walking to him. Rick is the type of person who gets pleasure out of physically and emotionally abusing the people in the institution..and I am no exception but I feel like I get more than the others.
"Yes?" I said and he grabbed my arm yanking me to his office.
"So...your nurse told me you snuck out last night." He said pushing me in slamming the door shut and I sighed hugging myself staying silent. At this point that was the best thing for me to do. "Oh, so you're not going to answer me huh?" He chuckled turning the lock.
"Yes I did but it was only for a few minutes, I just needed fresh air and a little exercise." I said and he chuckled tilting his head.
"I thought you got enough exercise here with me." He said in a raspier tone than I think he intended, walking towards him and quickly started backing up.
"Rick I-" I started but before I could finish my sentence the palm of his hand came in contact with my cheek.
"It's daddy to you." He said before grabbing me and turning me towards his desk, bending me over.
I sighed as I closed my eyes blocking everything out at the point I felt him enter me...this wasn't a new feeling at all but I found out how to not feel what was happening...
Chris
I sat with Dave and Brandon in my house eating wings from Wingstop to me they had the best motherfucking wings ever, hands down.
"So what's this I heard you freezing over some jawn at yo concert?" Dave asked and I looked up, as did Brandon.
"Bro it wasn't just no jawn." I replied and they both looked at each other laughing.
"Aii aii lemme rephrase, who gotchu pussy whipped?"
"Now y'all know I ain't ever been pussy whipped in my life and I ain't gon ever be but...I saw this shawty...man she was the definition of perfect and I ain't overreacting, she looked at me and... I just...I don't even know." I sighed wiping my hands, grabbing my beer and leaning back.
"I have never seen you like this before." Brandon said and I nodded, agreeing.
"So whatchu finna do nigga? Obviously, you think she sumn special, you gotta find her." Dave said and I stared for a bit.
"You right...I gotta do something...Imma start my meet and greets back up...In fact, imma do free ones that everyone at my show is entitled to...imma meet each and every one of them and I'm gonna find her...I might even do double shows." I said and they stared at me like I was insane but I don't give a shit imma find my baby girl no matter what.
