My mind was truly spinning now. I walked back to my bedroom and stared up at the wall. I stared at the walls around me and out my window. I thought, and I thought, and I thought….and got NOTHING.
A fire, how would I deal with a fire? Where would it start, what could I do? A canteen of water? That’s supposed to stop a fire? How would a little canteen of water do anything to stop a huge fire?
You need to take the whole situation into account.
Fair enough.
There are a good few things I’ve already discovered about this place. First, it doesn’t operate the way the normal world does. People have telepathy, people can light cigarettes without lighters, and somehow I’ve even managed to levitate…to some degree. Combine all of that and I can pretty much throw logic out the window.
There ya go.
So I throw logic out the window. What’s left?
Do what you can.
But that leaves a huge question still because I don’t truly know what I can do. Every day I discover something new. Every day something happens that either truly surprises me or just flat out scares the shit out of me.
Do what you can.
This definitely deserves more analysis.
I got up and sauntered into the community room. The TV was on, as usual, and the crowd watching it was sparse, mainly because everyone was outside smoking. I began to wonder how many actual lighters were being used.
As I sat down, I started staring at the TV. It was a commercial for condoms. God knows I didn’t need any of those in here. It took me a second or two to notice that I wasn’t alone. A young woman was sitting in the corner of the room with her legs tucked up to her chest. She looked to be about 22. Why in the world was she in here?
“Can I help you?” she asked, noticing my stares. She was an attractive girl, dark hair, straight, curled under her ears. Her eyes were somewhat darker than her hair. The coloring of her hair and her eyes contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She was dressed in the same way that most everybody was dressed in here…pajamas.
“Sorry to disturb you.” I replied, turning my head back toward the TV.
“Its no big deal. I’m just a little new in here and I’m not quite sure what to think of everybody. I just don’t want any freaks getting the wrong ideas.” She spoke as if she could already tell that I was ‘okay’. At least okay enough to speak to.
“Don’t stress out. I like to think I’m on the low end of the freak scale,” I remarked. She giggled. I laughed too. I was starting to wish I DID have those condoms now.
“What’s your name?” she asked, walking over to me and settling into a spot on the couch.
“Kevin.”
“Mine is Melody.” Then she reached over and gave me a big hug. Oh man, it really has been too long.
Don’t get any ideas, studmuffin.
I haven’t felt a woman since…
“So what are you in for?” she asked.
“Misbehaving, same as everyone. Ya know?”
“Oh, I hear ya. Some people just don’t understand that freedom of expression has a much bigger scope than they can imagine and that it doesn’t exclude public displays of homosexual affection.”
Say what?
“I’m in here because me and a girlfriend felt like doing some experimentation. Next thing we know, we’re dragged down here. They didn’t keep HER, though. I guess she passed the psychiatric evaluation and I didn’t.”
“So how’d you get here?”
“They brought me here.” She looked at me questioningly.
“Who brought you here?”
“Ambulance drivers,” she replied. That was not the answer I was looking for. Ambulance drivers had brought me here as well.
“I’m ready, ya know, “ she said, looking at me full in the face.
“Ready for what?” I asked, almost not interested in getting an answer. Conversations like this always got weirder than I wanted them to.
“To die.”
Wonderful.
A fire, how would I deal with a fire? Where would it start, what could I do? A canteen of water? That’s supposed to stop a fire? How would a little canteen of water do anything to stop a huge fire?
You need to take the whole situation into account.
Fair enough.
There are a good few things I’ve already discovered about this place. First, it doesn’t operate the way the normal world does. People have telepathy, people can light cigarettes without lighters, and somehow I’ve even managed to levitate…to some degree. Combine all of that and I can pretty much throw logic out the window.
There ya go.
So I throw logic out the window. What’s left?
Do what you can.
But that leaves a huge question still because I don’t truly know what I can do. Every day I discover something new. Every day something happens that either truly surprises me or just flat out scares the shit out of me.
Do what you can.
This definitely deserves more analysis.
I got up and sauntered into the community room. The TV was on, as usual, and the crowd watching it was sparse, mainly because everyone was outside smoking. I began to wonder how many actual lighters were being used.
As I sat down, I started staring at the TV. It was a commercial for condoms. God knows I didn’t need any of those in here. It took me a second or two to notice that I wasn’t alone. A young woman was sitting in the corner of the room with her legs tucked up to her chest. She looked to be about 22. Why in the world was she in here?
“Can I help you?” she asked, noticing my stares. She was an attractive girl, dark hair, straight, curled under her ears. Her eyes were somewhat darker than her hair. The coloring of her hair and her eyes contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She was dressed in the same way that most everybody was dressed in here…pajamas.
“Sorry to disturb you.” I replied, turning my head back toward the TV.
“Its no big deal. I’m just a little new in here and I’m not quite sure what to think of everybody. I just don’t want any freaks getting the wrong ideas.” She spoke as if she could already tell that I was ‘okay’. At least okay enough to speak to.
“Don’t stress out. I like to think I’m on the low end of the freak scale,” I remarked. She giggled. I laughed too. I was starting to wish I DID have those condoms now.
“What’s your name?” she asked, walking over to me and settling into a spot on the couch.
“Kevin.”
“Mine is Melody.” Then she reached over and gave me a big hug. Oh man, it really has been too long.
Don’t get any ideas, studmuffin.
I haven’t felt a woman since…
“So what are you in for?” she asked.
“Misbehaving, same as everyone. Ya know?”
“Oh, I hear ya. Some people just don’t understand that freedom of expression has a much bigger scope than they can imagine and that it doesn’t exclude public displays of homosexual affection.”
Say what?
“I’m in here because me and a girlfriend felt like doing some experimentation. Next thing we know, we’re dragged down here. They didn’t keep HER, though. I guess she passed the psychiatric evaluation and I didn’t.”
“So how’d you get here?”
“They brought me here.” She looked at me questioningly.
“Who brought you here?”
“Ambulance drivers,” she replied. That was not the answer I was looking for. Ambulance drivers had brought me here as well.
“I’m ready, ya know, “ she said, looking at me full in the face.
“Ready for what?” I asked, almost not interested in getting an answer. Conversations like this always got weirder than I wanted them to.
“To die.”
Wonderful.