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“Oh, dear, dear, dear…”
Dr. Makoid looked at me
with disappointed eyes that
I half expected to jump out of
the swollen sockets of her skull
and strangle me themselves.
I had none of it.
(she looks terrible.
what a terrible, terrible person
with a terrible heart
and terrible motives
I hate her
I hate her
I hate her
don’t look at me like that)
“I thought we had an agreement.”
The corners of her lips tipped
and stretched to a perfect angle;
they looked like knives.
“You were to stay out of trouble, correct?”
(She’s threatening me again
how could she do this
I didn’t do anything wrong
I was saving myself)
“I’m willing to give you another chance, though,
Beverly.
Beverly,
look at me.
I’m willing to give you one last chance.
Don’t cause anymore trouble.
I can help you.”
(If I wasn’t so afraid
of getting an ice pick in my brain
then I wouldn’t listen
to a single word
you’re saying.)
“So, was there just one friend this time?”
God, answering her questions
made me want to gag on yesterday’s lunch,
but I knew I had to.
I nodded.
“Which one?”
My stomach boiled.
I could feel Anger ripping through
the flesh on my bones
and sinking it’s teeth deep
into my lungs.
“Clarence. He’s not the mean one,
but he still likes hurting me.”
“Clarence…”
I wanted to snap her pen
in half.
click scritch click
“He told you about the fire?”
Nod.
Suddenly, Dr. Makoid’s pen
was lying on the table
and she was looking right
at me.
(Don’t look at me
don’t look at me
don’t look at me)
“The fire wasn’t real
and Clarence isn’t real, either.
They’re figments;
lies.
You need to accept this
and move on.”
The guards were hauling me away
before I even got a good enough grip
on her throat.
