Chapter 2
The nurse wrapped the blood pressure thing around my right arm, over my tattoo of a sharp, silver dagger with a crimson eyed snaked twisted around it; Kayla drew it for me and I told the tattoo artist to tattoo it onto my bicep that had grown a lot since I came to the asylum.
I’ve been working out a lot here to take my mind off of everything.
The nurse smiled and nodded at me as she removed the tight strap, “you’re good for today, you just have to wait until tomorrow and Clair will be here to take you back home” she told me and I frowned; I don’t want to go back home.
If I seriously have to go back to that cheating little slut that I am forced to call my fiancé, I’m seriously going to start cutting again.
I would sincerely rather stay here in the loony bin than go back to Clair and my parents; they’re all homophobes and me? Well…
I’m still GAP; Gay And Proud!
I had an arranged marriage to a preppy blonde chick with an ego bigger than the New York Jets baseball team. My parents arranged the marriage because they thought Clair would make me straight and forget about Kayla
Ha, fat chance!
I need to get out of here before those three come to get me, I’m used to the routine now of waking up, giving a Kim a hug, showering and going downstairs to get my blood pressure taken, take my pills, eat my breakfast and start my day.
After that we can just walk around the huge Victorian house, or we can go into the living room and do normal-ish stuff, then we get dinner and go to our rooms, lights out is at 9pm, but me and Kim normally just stay up and talk.
Speak of the devil and he shall rise; Kim skipped into the living room as I was about to leave and go to the kitchen so I could get my yummy breakfast.
“Hey Vixon, do you like what I’m wearing?” Kim asked; her hair was in its usual short spiky hairstyle, it was black with bright purple highlights, her blue-ish violet eyes sparkled like the black dress that hugged her torso, the skirt on the dress puffed out around her and barely covered her black spanks, she had black fishnet tights on and black leather Doc Martens that reached her knees.
“What is it today? Ballet Goth? I love it” I told her and then I noticed the fake tattoos she had the whole way up her arms.
“The tattoos are different, I know, but when I get out tomorrow, I’m gonna get my brother to drive me to the nearest tattoo parlour and I’m getting something done; maybe something like yours” she giggled and I wrapped my arm around her small shoulders after the nurse took her blood pressure.
We skipped to the kitchen and Devon – the cook – greeting us with a quick, “hello” and resumed to cursing the food he cooked in Italian.
“He belongs in here more than we do” Kim said loudly as we entered the dining room; Matt, Chloe and Bobby sat eating the food on their trays.
“Coming from the girl who set 3 warehouses on fire, continuously cut herself and ran around in the snow with only a bikini on” I said and she stuck her tongue out at me.
I smiled at Matt, Chloe and Bobby as they gawked at Kim in her striking image.
“You think they’d be used to crazy around here” Kim muttered as she kissed at the tree of them; they flinched and dug into their food, leaving me and Kim to sit at the back of the dining room, on our own, the homo and the gothic weirdo.
Max joined us and pecked us both on the lips; don’t go thinking ‘he’s gay or bi’, because he’s just got a thing for kissing people and that’s why he’s in here – we’re the only ones in here that actually let him kiss us, ‘cause he’s pretty cute with his light brown spiky hair, hazel eyes and light tan – he’s also our only other friend, inside and outside of this place.
