[u][b]part one: pennies in payphones (cont'd)[/b][/u] [i]In the car nothing had changed. Strawberry jam was still on the windows and James was pretending not to notice the small fire in the backseat. Determined to show him that I could keep calm, I got in the car and put on my seatbelt. James gave me the finger and we pulled out of the parking lot.[/i] [spoiler][i]James isn't as smart as he thinks I thought, pulling on my cat mask. North Dakota wasn't built in a week, so that would show the[/i] [i]f[/i][b]u[/b][i]cker.[/i] [i]I waited for him to react, which of course he did. He ripped it off my face and threw it in the fire. I pretended not to notice, as he was obviously not in the mood for a game of cat and mouse. I've been writing violent stories again. I used to do that a lot when I was younger, and I'm sketching it out too. Even thinking of mailing them off to random people; you know, to spread some insanity. I imagine the random person as they open it, pulling out the paper, reading it and then looking around. I wonder what they would think. Perhaps they'll be scared, or perhaps it will give them a few ideas. Either way it's easier to just blame society then anything else. If it weren't for those shiny green things always in the skies I'd say it was the food too. Food and society; pennies in payphones. "Did you use my deodorant again?" She demanded. She makes up these things and accuses me. I don't even know why I put up with it. So I use her deodorant every once in awhile. Does she measure it every day? How does she even know? Just one of those things that makes me think she's an elaborate camera-robot designed to spy on me. She notes everything I say and do to send it back to a lab where they analyze it. She is staring at me, waiting for me to answer. I refuse to comment and flee the scene. James tries to impress me with his knowledge of web design. To be honest, he's not that smart; he just pretends he's smart so that maybe one day he'll trick himself into actually being smart. It won't work, but you have to give the guy something for trying. He plays bowie which is cool, so I'll keep the bag of bees for another night. The movie had been ok but I had been distracted by the Temptation. I'll bet the kid didn't even think about it for a second, yet there I was thinking about it and dropping my candy all over the floor. It all rolls down to the bottom of the theatre, taking the longest and loudest routes it possibly can. They stop the movie, turn on the lights and stare at me. I am forced to pick up each one and eat them. The Temptation probably hates me now. Everyone hates me. I have 14 bankbooks. 4 are red, 6 are blue, 2 are white&green, 1 black and 1 silver. The silver is my favorite; it's the shiniest and has the most interesting font on the inside. The bank threw off the shackles of Times New Roman and embraced Arial. It's ground-breaking really and I keep it in its little plastic holder. Silver, black, red, blue, white&green; that is how I stack them each time. I know all the planets by name now, including Pluto, which is still in debate. I woke up to hear her yelling at me again. She said that my life was pathetic, that I had no purpose in life. She had probably been yelling for a few hours now, as her voice seemed hoarse. She is in the kitchen, yelling as she cleans it. This has happened many times, me waking up to yelling. At no point does she actually speak to or even seen me when this happens, she just begins yelling and eventually I wake up to it. She says that there is no point in making sure I'm listening, because she knows I'm not. Instead she yells at the appliances, telling them how horrible I am to her. I guess I'll get up now. A shower should drown out the sound of her voice for a while. Unfortunately it will also mean that she knows I'm awake, causing the ranting to turn to remarks about the late hour I've slept in until. Whatever. Either way, I don't have a hair dryer so it's gonna be cold for awhile. I'll have to find my winter hat, and I'll just have to ignore anyone who starts asking too many questions about it. Especially James. It's getting so when I wake up in the morning I don't feel rested, but instead feel like I have been awake all night. I had another dream last night, I was at the cottage again by the lake. Every time I had turned to look at the waves, they grew larger and larger, rushing up at me angrily. I would be forced to look away, and then the waves would recede. The water would lap at the edge of the cottage, daring me to look at it. I struggle not to look at it, terrified to see those waves come rushing at me again. I count my bankbooks and make sure they're stacked correctly. Reminds me of that time we pretended to be engaged and got registered at that store. We bothered salespeople for hours and scanned in hundreds of items, then printed it out and left. Nothing like spending someone else's money, even though we didn't get anything out of it. That's the way it goes usually, just a way to waste some time until I'm asleep or dead. I wonder when we'll decided to do that again; I've got the most wonderful name picked out.[/i][/spoiler] [spoiler]I am not the author of this story. I am simply the messenger spreading Insanity for your general amusement and viewing pleasure. [i]Story credit: by DC — Edited/Updated by JCP of TheInsaneDomain, Spreading Insanity Since 1996![/i][/spoiler]