"When are you going to wake up?"
It was all a dream. She's still here but this time the gun is pointed at my face. I still can't talk even if my life was on the same line as someone who probably never used a gun in his life.
"What did you discover? What did you find? Why do we have only 2 days left?"
All I want to know right now is how long have I been asleep really. Oh and now she's crying and speaking nonsense for some reason.
Girl I have been asleep for I don't know how much time now and you still didn't even think about putting anything on and you are just here watching me until I wake up to point a gun at my face. Good morning sleeping beauty.
I still think she's better without glasses. Always had this though.
She also changed her hair color for some reason, and she looks better than before I will say. How does she do that? Those are some kind of natural special effect or something.
I guess all I can do is show her the wall in the bathroom that shows on the pipe. I told you all that she wears glasses right? She doesn't see the color of the walls because she takes off her glasses when she comes in, the foggy place makes her eyesight worst. when she came in without taking the glasses off she immediately saw the wall decaying.
"Why didn't you tell me!?"
I still can't talk btw. All I can do is breathe right now, very hard to but I managed to find a way to.
"You wanted to escape on your own, you f*ck"
I came here yesterday, how do you want me to do stuff in one day. Except if I was in a coma which would have put me at a disadvantage by losing time but also she had all this time to put on something damn it.
"How does this help you escape? That's just an acid pipe it doesn't lead anywhere? Tell me How!?!?"
Itchy finger shot the ball, bounced all over the room and kept hitting her again and again and again and all I could do was see her suffer until it hit a water pipe that redirected the bullet to hit behind me, get inside the wall and bend the pipe.
You could call me lucky for not getting hit but what I saw and heard was worst than a nightmare. As the water was filling the bathroom I pulled her out and shut the door.
She was crying, and I couldn't do anything. I am a doctor but in psychology. What do you want me to do, convince her wounds to coagulate faster?
She was whispering some stories I couldn't hear. Going on with her none sense, bleeding to death.
It took her only a few seconds to leave this hell when her last words were "Smile". No pulse. She's gone.
1 second of silence for this loss.
Now let's go back to escaping this hell because when you hear a bang you know something bad is going to happen.
The pipe exploded and It was doing like a vacuum cleaner inside the bathroom. I remember when she found out I opened her letter I didn't see any fog come out. Certainly, there is a fog sucker.
That's also a piece of good news that there is a reaction between the water and the acid because I just had a genius idea. You know those volcano effects you do with vinegar and baking soda?
I put a balloon full of vinegar with a paper full of baking soda inside a big water bottle like 20L.
The paper will get wet, the baking will react creating a pression strong enough to push the water out some holes creating the reaction and theoretically cleaning the pipe so I can get out of this mess.
If pain is a habit, then you start getting used to it.
This is exactly what happened to me right now, even tho I'm sad but I'm not a depressive.
I speak to myself and act weird to mostly hide what I feel. Just like a Psychopath. But I'm not one. I'm fed up with all the masks and figures I have to follow to be part of a group.
A group that doesn't follow society and logic rules. A group that may lead me to a better future in some time perhaps, but still a group that has principles. A group that will cheer you up when you need them, help you when you are asking for help.
Sadly this is just a dream group I'm inventing to make these fantasies more trustable. The group I live with is mostly made of people who only think for themselves first, then people that are the same as them, freaking donkeys.
Thank you, Gordon Ramsay, for this amazing Quote. I am aware that the world I live in is nothing but war and what society decides what they think is better, a lazy world where only the rich and best-defended minds and bodies will rise when all dead bodies fight for these images of greatness.
But what is left when you actually live in a world where a man sits on a desk and can control the future of a world with one button. Instead of looking for solutions to all the problems the world has: water deprivation, obesity, cancer, aids, food poisoning, and many more that science has no answer to.
All because of what you have voted on to be a nice image of value to represent you in a court of 500 people or more. But In My World where happiness is king, sadness is maid, and I am the protagonist of this world, where I decide what my fate will be the way I want it to be, like a clay figure I, and only I can model, only I can shape, because when you reach a line and cross it. It's like the top of a mountain when you reach the pic and go beyond it.
The fall will obviously be hard to undo, to go back up to that pic again.
To reach happiness.
Bur for what cost? What is so important to you than your own happiness?