After Cliff left, the rest was a blur. My head was pounding and my brain felt like it was going through a fucking blender.
I opened my eyes and I was in a white, clean room, with couches and a mini-living room, like one of those fancy hospital rooms on tv, in that show, what is it called? Um... "Red Band Society." That's the name, I think... I turned and saw someone. My older brother was sleeping on one of the couches.
"Shit..." I mumbled.
He jostled awake at the sudden noise.
"AGH!!" He looked at me with wide eyes his eyes overlooked my face and he covered his mouth as if he was shocked.
"Matt? What is it?" I gulp as I ask him, tentatively.
"Nurse!!" He presses a button and stands up, ready to get the nurse, "stay here, okay?" His eyebrows furrowed and he walked away, not waiting for my answer.
"MATTHEW ANDES ROBINSON COME BACK HERE!!!" I hollered.
My eyesight starts to get fuzzy from the strain of yelling. And I feel a blackout threatening its way into my head.
A guy with a FBI kind of look, short hair, slicked back and a suit. He seemed to have one of those weird intercome thingies, the curly clear string that they talk in to... I don't really know what it is.
"Who are you?!" I look at him worriedly, my eyebrows scrunching up.
He acknowledges my presence with a swift nod and a simple name.
"Bob, for now..." He mutters.
"Does that mean like you are gonna change your name? Or I can call you whatever I want? Or-" I start to try to annoy him.
He walks up to me, only to place a hand over my mouth, trying to shut me up.
"I said just call me Bob..." He says through gritted teeth. His nostrils flaring.
Once he removes his hand from over my mouth I start to talk again, still trying to bug him.
"I'm really bored. Do you have gum? I'm thirsty. Why is your tie so ugly? Do you always act this angry? What's your favorite color? When is my brother gonna be back? Am I gonna see my parents soon? Do you have a girlfriend? You look kinda lonely... Not saying you ARE lonely you just look mad, now your face is turning purple, uh oh..." I blurt all of that in a record time of around 56 seconds.
Angry Bob turns toward me.
"Shut the fuck up kid. I don't care if you are 16 going on 17 or if you'reyour wealthyweathy and nice. I just need to do my job, stop expecting royal treatment your highness." He snaps.
I smile, satisfied with being able to piss him off. Oh well, looks like angry Bob and I aren't gonna be friends anytime soon... I swing my feet down off of the bed and I stand up. Only to fall onto the ground in a pile of hospital gowns.
I grit my teeth as a pounding sensation overcomes my head, sounding like a clock from right next to me. I look around for a clock where the source of the noise could be coming from. There doesn't seem to be any clocks in the room.
I stand up using a banister for support so I can walk over to the window, I see a clock about a mile away.
"That's weird..." I think to myself, "that seems to be the only clock around and I still hear a noise..."
TICK TOCK!! TICK TOCK!!
"Ahhhhh!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, covering my ears in the process, all the glass in the room shatters.
"FUCK KID WILL YOU SHUT UP?!?!" Angry Bob says while covering his ears and protecting himself and I from the glass shower we were about to take. I sit there in shock.
My voice cracks and my screams gets cut off. "What did I do?" My ask, solemnly my throat closes in shock and my mouth gets dry.
"Oh shit, Dr. Shitz was right..." Angry bob mutters, "This is not good, this is not good at all.."
"WHAT? WHAT'S WRONG?!?!" I yell.
He hands me a mirror and I gaze into it,
"Holy shit am I-"
"Yes, yes you are."
