rakish2000

TooBloodBad
2011-03-01 15:29:31 (UTC)

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"I have seen this room and walked this floor. And that's strange, I know I have never been here before."

Once in a while I will walk into a room or start having a conversation, and it will trigger a flashback of a dream. In the dream I will have walked the same room or be having the same conversation and at the moment I am sure I have been here before. It will always be a moment to late to finish anyone sentence or in anyway prove I am not crazy. Not that anything I ever dream is ever a life changing moment. No...its usually just boring conversation or some bland and completely average room.....

Maybe I am crazy, maybe I should get some medicine....No!...pills make me sad...and I would have to see a shrink for that and they are worthless hacks. The last one said " I am going to have to tell your father that you cant schedule any more time with me" ...I asked why...."Because your a highly developed Sociopath and you only come here to practice manipulation and sharpen your teeth...I am referring you to a friend of mine who has worked with the Bipolar. I am just a child psychologist"..." I am only 15" I said.

....."Yes Nicholas and if you don't get your mind under control you are going to have a long hard life that will more than likely end in prison.'"

"I was just expelled from high school! it is not like I killed somebody." I said with a slight smile on my face. I was imagining I had mind control powers and I was a threat to society.

." You were suspended 16 times before this expulsion.... 7 for fighting and all the rest for out bursts and disruptions. Anyone else would have been expelled after the second fight or third outburst, But you and I both know how you talked you way in and out of all of it for this long...Your are only a sophomore. You tell me nick, where do you think this all goes from here without help?"

"I don't know, but I cant wait to find out." I said with attitude.

He hands me a business card and I walk out of the room forever. For some reason at that age it gave me bang to freak out adults. Maybe it was just because I could...

Maybe I do have a powerful and dangerous mind. Maybe booze and pot are the only things holding me back and saving the world from my enslavement....or maybe that dude was just an asshole who doesn't listen... even when you pay him. ...No one ever listens to anyone. They are all just waiting to talk....And when they start talking I am pretty sure they don't even hear themselves....I know I wish I didn't, its all to depressing.




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