Insanity

12. Mønstərs

By lunch time I had already gotten turned on by a straight sex addict, seen my father, yelled at my father, and gotten a speech from Nurse Cas.

I sat with Chelsea and Naomi already worn out from today's events. "Boy have you been busy." Chelsea said pushing the chair out for me to sit in.

"Tell me about it. I got some stupid speech for hating my mother."

"Must suck having parents." Chelsea said jokingly.

"I heard Ian got some good things from his dad." Naomi said with a flattering smile.

"Who's his dad?" I asked.

"He is a stoner who owns a tattoo parlor." Naomi said.

"And his dad sent him here?" I asked.

"His school did." Naomi answered.

"They can do that?"

"Well, they believed his dad couldn't fully take care of him and while they were looking for a new home to send him to the learned about his issues."

"I'd hate to be in a foster home; taken from my family." Chelsea said softly.

"He was only there for a short time." Naomi shrugged.

"Still, it must be worse than here." I said looking around.

"What must be?" Ian asked with Derek and Luke follwed behind him.

"Nothing, how was your father?" Noami said.

"The hospital is telling him he can't come anymore." He said without any real emotions.

"They can't do that!" Chelsea said showing the emotion for him.

"I don't give a fuck about what they can do. I won't stay here without being able to talk to my father." Ian growled nonchalantly.

"What will you do?" Naomi asked.

"I'll ditch. Jump the fence no matter how much it shocks me. Runaway somewhere far. Like New York."

"Can I come?" Naomi asked.

"Oh course, we can get an apartment."

"Can I get a kitten?" She asked sweetly.

"Anything." He said wrapping his arm around her pulling her in tight.

"We can bring your dad. I like drawing; I can become a tattoo artist. We start up a new shop."

"I can own a bakery next door."

"You bake?" I asked intently listening in.

"No, but I'd like to own a bakery." Ian said with an amused smiled.

"Sounds adorable." Chelsea said.

"If you were to get out what would be the first thing you do?"

"Get McDonald's then order pizza." Chelsea said with no hesitation.

"Take a bubble bath." Naomi said with such lust.

"Ride on my dad's motorcycle; then probably find my mom or something." Ian added.

"Find your mom?" I questioned.

"Yeah, when I was 3 she ditched my dad and I. And since schizophrenia is passed down I wanna know if I got this from her." He said bluntly pulling away at his cheese stick. "If the bitch made me crazy."

"I would invest in some earphones." I announced.

"If one of us gets out; you better visit." Naomi said.

"It's not like we'll have friends to go to." Ian shrugged.

A smile stretched across Chelsea's face as Luke sat beside her.

"Mute boy, what's the first thing you'll do when you get out of here?" Ian asked

He shrugged thinking for awhile. "Watch some tv." He said picking at his sandwhich.

"That's it! You get out of hell to watch people live there lives. Bad answer." Ian said.

"Fine, I'd go shopping get something with denim or at least style." He said nodding for certainty.

"Aw Luke misses his clothes." Naomi said mockingly.

"Better than a bath." Chelsea said with a laugh.

"You got a burger." I said laughing.

"Luke kid did your mom come?" Ian asked.

"Yeah. She did, but I hate seeing her." Luke said softly.

"Why." I questioned

"She blames herself too much. I mean. She is always telling me it's her fault marrying the sick bastard, but it's not it's God's fault for creating mønstərs." Luke said his whole demeanor changing.

"God is weird." Chelsea said candidly. "He is this all mightly bearded man who gets worshiped for fucking up. He created crazies."

I listened intently to her verbose speech. "God is a safety net." I said adding to our mini debt. "With god you don't question things."

"God makes everything more complicated." Ian said. "He makes people think we're all good. When we're not. Most of us are mønstərs."

"What is a mønstər?" Naomi asked

"What is a normal person?" I asked thinking back to my therapy session.

"A unreal idea." Ian said bluntly.

"Not us." Chelsea laughed.

"Something rational." Luke shrugged.

"So that makes us...irrational realistic ideas." I said with a weak smile.

Ian laughed a little. "So mønstərs."