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Warning: Besides some angst . . . nothing bad
at all. Discalimer: The characters within this story are all the creations of my own over-active imagination. Any resemblance they bare therein to any real people is purely coincidental. by Joana Rodriguez a.k.a Lady Dragon I'm really just you're average kind of guy you know. Some people think I'm different, that I'm "in need of help", but they don’t know me, not the real me that is. All these people see is a prepubescent boy wrapped in white and locked in a room with softly lined walls. They don’t know me! They cant know me! No one sees the real me, they never have. People care only to see the boy whom society has rejected, the boy who refuses to be the same as everyone else. I'm kind of like that slogan on that t-shirt you know the one, no not that one - that one! "You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same." That's me in a nut-shell! You're laughing. Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? Wait, you think I'm a liar. Yes that’s it you think I'm a liar don’t you. How could you do this to me? I fucking trusted you! I told you my problems and this is how you respond to that trust by laughing at me? You bastards! I'll kill you, fucking rip out your vocal chords and shove them up your ass so you'll be singing from a different hole. I'll - wait, I'm sorry but what were we talking about again? Oh, never mind it seems your time for today is up! Oh, thank you so much for visiting me, it gets so lonely here by myself. You will come again right? Of course you will! Maybe the nurse will be so kind as to even let me serve you some refreshments as well. Well thank you for coming and do come again. Author’s notes: This was my response to a challenge made to me to write a short (under 500 words) first person point of view story from a bipolar and or schizophrenic’s perspective. I think I may have created a monster instead. Please Leave a Review
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