Violence 101

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NATASHA:

I sat in my room and stared at the window. They observe me from there to see if I go crazy. They have to do it to all the patients in the white room. Then I hear my door unlock. A new nurse walked in with a tray. It had a syringe, and napkin and a little glass bottle of blue liquid. He fills the syringe.

Nurse: Alright you crazy bitch! You gonna take this shit.

He grabs my arm and pins me to the bed. I kick him in the face and he drops the meds on my bed. I step on his throat. Picking up the syringe and testing it. Fear covered his face.

Nurse: Stop!! Please stop!!!

Me: You should of thought again before tryin to put this shit in me. Agnes told you dickheads not to.

I jab it into his heart. Kicking his body to the side. His body shook wildly and then he stopped. Agnes walks into the observation room and looks at me. Then the nurses.

Agnes: What did I tell you people. That's the 31st person she killed. You bitches don't listen.

She comes in with a bag full of clothes. She sets it on the bed and gets nurses to get the man out of my room.

Agnes: So you excited to get out of here?

I give her the 'Seriously?' face. She laughs and lightly pushes me. I laugh and pull out some clothes.

Agnes: So you know what to do. I'm gonna step out babe. I'll close the window too. There are underwear if you need it.

Me: Really?!

Agnes: So people like to let loose. Knock on the window when you're done.

She leaves and I search through the bag. I pull out some light Jean shorts, a white half shirt, and some tims. I look in the mirror in let my hair down. It was really puffy. I like to have it wild. I she had a variety of lipstick. I pull out a dark dark red. It was really pretty. I put it on. A red, black, and white plaid button down shirt was on the floor. I shake it off and tie it around my waist. I knock on the window and Agnes comes in.

Agnes: Damn sweetie. Come on let's go.

We leave the room and walk to the main lobby. A guy stood there. He was about 6'1. Had a big curly Afro and was the color of caramel. His eyes were a pretty Indian brown and he wore a misfit shirt. I noticed him around here.

Boy: H-h-hey. I'm DJ.

Me: Natasha but call me NJ.

DJ: I was here too. You're that serial killer.

Me: Yeah.

Agnes: This is my son. I hope he's not a bother to you. He was in for murder as well.

DJ: Well sorry for protecting my girl. And you.

Me: Its fine.

We all leave and get into the car. DJ starts to get in the front. I stop him.

Me: What if I wanted to get in the front?

DJ: Too bad babe.

Agnes: Darryl Jacobs Jr.

DJ: Great. You got my own mother to turn against me. Fine you win.

I get in front and he gets in the back. As we ride to her house, I feel a hand on my thigh. I open my mouth to say something but I feel lips on my jawline.

DJ: *whispers* Calm down babe. It's just me.

He kisses my jawline and I try not to get Agnes to notice. Then he stops. Is he serious?! I turn to him.