Nanny Dearest

Chapter Fifty Four Daily Life

"Wow that's nice." I heard an annoying ass person over my shoulder. I pause for a second in mid painting looking back at the short hair tatted dumb ass who had his hands in his pockets leaning back smiling. Either they just got done having a visitation or they just came here to get in my nerves.

"Fuck you want?" I asked going back to finishing this damn painting. 

"Dude you really captured the essence of that flower." I stop knowing I have to a conversation for him to be on his way.

"Daniil, what the fuck do you want." I ask, I met him my second week here he's was on the same shit as me but I guess I was worse though. Daniil is younger than me he's like twenty I think wasn't really giving a fuck about anyone. He's slightly annoying but he have his pros which he can talk forever meaning I have some what of entertainment I rarely watch TV here because everyone fucking watch it and I hate people naturally I just tolerate Daniil though. I'm the youngest out of my siblings if this is what it's like having a little brother I understand now.

Oh Daniil a female but you know the whole pronouns thing. I really don't care just let me know what the fuck to call you.

"I just got back from visitation." Started and pulled a chair up next to mine. "She really visit me." Daniil smile happily, he's talking about his girlfriend they been dating for a year from what he told me. The chick name Vivian I think.

"Oh that's good, enjoyed her fucking company?" I asked and Daniil nod his head. He went on to tell me about their conversations and then started to ramble about his day while I pick my brush up being the devil out of it before dipping in my paint brush in the paint.

"Who are you painting?" Daniil ask point at my work and I smack his hand away.

"Don't fucking touch it,... I'm painting a friend." I mutter trying to focus.

"What school did you go to, Imperial arts?" He asked me another question and I shook my head no.

"Didn't go, my mother use to paint back in my day and I was the only kid who took a liking towards it so I use to sit with her and paint all the time." I said finishing up, I smile to myself backing up finally done.

"Ou going to hang it up in the art room like the others?" I got up backing away from it a little to see if I missed anything before answering Daniil.

"No this is a shitty ass excuse of an you know the word." I try to explain putting my hands in my pocket. I looked at my clothes seeing I have paint on them. Fucking hate theses all white fits for a place with so much freedom you would do fucking thought dress however you want would be allowed. Ruslan fucking enrolled or whatever the fucking word is I don't know but he fucking registered me here it's a rehabilitation center but no shit for rich folks. This place is basically a big ass mansion with doctors in it and a damn pool which never fucking open. We follow a fucking schedule and I fucking hate it, right now I was doing a damn activity until time is up and I have to go to group therapy. Which isn't to long so I might as well make my way there.

"The word?...sorry? You don't know how to say sorry?" Daniil looked at me in disbelief and I couldn't tell if he was genuine or being a dickhead. 

"Don't be a dick." I said and he laugh getting up putting the chairs back. I cleaned my art supplies making my way to the bin putting it in there. I look over by the door seeing Daniil playing with that busted ass hacky sack that he had since he got here. I walked pass him bumping into his shoulder which just indicates him to follow. Which does.

"Oof you was mean to your girlfriend and didn't apologize before coming here dude why haven't you told me about this. Man you know I got your back you can tell me literally anything." He started to lecture me on leaving him out of my business which is funny as hell because when did I actually established telling a friend my business.