The Corpse And The Crazy

Chapters 6 - 9

This went wrong. Way too wrong. 

I should've been smarter with this. I should've waited until the nurse had gone away. I should've done all of this differently. 

It had been like a walk in the park, so I hadn't noticed the mistakes I made. 

I  will be punished for this, and the punishment won't be light. 

But it's too late now. I have to think quick on my feet and make sure I don't fuck this up even more. 

~*Crazy*~

'The question is simple: do straws have one, two, none or infinite holes?' I didn't know why he was being so complicated, it was just a simple question. And like most questions, it was best answered quickly and honestly.

Yet, he didn't answer. He stared only at the road before him, with that never-ending frown. No radio, no music, not even a podcast! And they say that I am crazy!

The lights zoomed past us while he pushed the gas pedal down, one of his hands resting on the steering wheel, the other on the gearstick. Even though he seemed to try and hide it, I noticed he was tense. Probably because of the guys with the mean pokey sticks in the hospital.

They once used those pokey sticks on me, it hurt like shit. It felt like one of those cramps you get when lying in bed. But everywhere in your body. At once. I never really tried anything after that, but that could just be because of the meds.

'The pokey sticks are gone,' I whisper reassuringly, putting my hand on his.

He looked up, but not to thank me for my nice words. He was watching me cautiously as if he expected me to lash out or break down in tears. I've seen that look one too many times.

I guess it was because his hands were stonecold and his fangs had flashed out momentarily when we were escaping from the hospital. But it was not the first time I saw a vampire, they often wander the halls at night. At least, that's what I see, the guards say that it's only the nurses and an occasional cleaner. Liars.

'I know what you are,' I say jokingly. I grin, but he doesn't react. Probably because he hasn't seen Twilight and doesn't get the joke. I put my hand back on my lap and stare out of the window.

After a while of contemplating silence, he finally starts to talk. He couldn't have chosen a worse time, honestly, as I was just pondering about the similarity between street lanterns and stars when you squint your eyes. I love the word pondering, it reminds me of ponds. I love ponds...

'You don't seem scared,' he says.

I can't help but laugh. Why would I be scared? Everyone knows you can't die on a Wednesday.

'Wait, it is a Wednesday right?'

He glances over and hesitates to answer my question. Before he finally starts to talk, I've already deduced the answer by a series of clues.

The first clue is that I haven't showered today, so it can't be a Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday. Sometimes they allow me to shower on Sunday, but that's only when it's a holiday and they think I will have visitors. The joke's on them, the only visitors I have are the shadow people.

The second clue is that tomorrow was going to be Arts & Crafts day. We get to paint and stick things together with not-very-toxic-but-still-don't-eat-it glue. For some people, it's Arts & Crafts day all day, every day. But that is because they paint the walls with their faeces. Not particularly hygienic. I'm still disappointed I'm gonna miss it, though.

I glance over at him. In the hospital, we never really got to read books or watch tv-series. So I haven't seen romance movies in a long time. But somehow I still know exactly what the love interest looks like, and that is what this man looks like.