First Refill: Prescription Name – New Friends
Tom-Tom—I’d taken to calling him that as a joke when I saw a GPS commercial during my wings TV time—and I were roaming the halls when we saw a bus pull up to the front of the building. A few rushed to the windows, mainly the idiots, and others perked up at the promise of new arrivals. Others, Tom-Tom and I falling under that category, just moved on our merry way away from the noise.
“So you’re saying that if you asked someone to say it was your fault…you wouldn’t have taken it as them laying on the guilt?” I asked returning to yesterday’s topic that still confused all logic in my brain.
“Pretty much.” He said and shrugged, his hands shoved in his pants pockets. He’d taken another Vicodin from me; just one seemed to calm his nerves, not sure why they aren’t in his daily little pill cup. “But I don’t know why you’re looking at me strangely, you took off a dudes jaw cause he just talked.”
“Not just talked!” I exclaimed and threw my arms up for effect. “He belittled, slandered, and just criticized everyone within ear shot espically me. Just cause I’m not one of his giggly air-headed girl friends doesn’t mean he should rag on me. Okay, so I spoke my mind when he wouldn’t shut it twice, at least four times, but he had it coming.” I said and crossed my arms.
“I guess; it still seems a little harsh.”
“Harsh, that’s not nearly as bad as what will happen to James when I get out of here. His balls will literally be on a sliver platter…maybe with his head. Oh! Or I could take his balls and stuff them int-“
“Stop.” Tom said interrupting me and covering my mouth with his hand. “While I might agree with you on one or two points that your punishment wasn’t that harsh to that Bobby kid I am still male, and the image of that specific future punishment is going to make me cringe every time I’m near you.” He said and gave me a very serious look.
I just rolled my eyes and stepped back from his hand before we began walking again, this time in silence. For however long it lasted anyways.
“Hi!” A girl with bright red hair that was in all sorts of crazy braids exclaimed as she all but shot out in front of our path like the Roadrunner.
I stared at her with wide eyes from my surprise and blinked a few times before I could regain the knowledge I was indeed still in the present. “…hi?” I asked and waved weakly.
The girl hugged—more like constricted—me and Tom before taking her place back in front of us. “…bye!” She said and smiled brightly before waving like her hand was moving in such a slow-mo it was fast and spun like a ballerina before taking off down the hall in the direction we’d come.
“Well that was normal.” Tom-Tom said and shrugged moving on.
“It was?” I asked still in place, my feet glued to the floor with a strange quizitive expression on my face. I didn’t move till I felt it would be possible not to recall her distracting and dizzying hair color without stumbling and jogged to catch up with Tom. “It was?” I repeated as I took my place next to him again.
“Yeah, that girl’s been here about three years from what I hear. Kleptomaniac if I recall. She does that to cope with the docs not giving into her games. …check your pockets.” He said and chuckled like it was just a small rumored joke.
But I had my pills in my pocket. Pills, which from what I could now tell, were gone from my hoodie pocket. “That little b***h…” I said in a revelationary way before turning, seeing one of her many braids disappearing behind the corner to the main common room. I did the logical thing though, the smart thing; I took down the hallway like a hound out of hell.
I quickly located the girl, her hands darting swiftly in and out of a new victims pockets. Stalking up to her I grabbed her wrist the way they’d taught us in defense classes before I came here and she dropped the interns’ cell phone.
“OW! Owowowowowow!!” She exclaimed and started to jump like she was on hot coals and not the dirty tile floor.
I dragged her round the corner into an empty room and pushed her against the closed door once I’d locked it. “Where are they!?” I screamed at her raising my hand in a threat to slap her.
“Where’s what!?” She yelled back at me as she tended to her throbbing wrist.
“What you stole off me, that handkerchief, give it back.” I said in a slightly calmer voice and held the raised hand out as I waited for my property.
The girl started at me dumbly. “…I have no clue what you’re talking about lady.” She said and turned to unlock the door.
I growled and pulled her by the shoulder away from the door and pinned her against the cemented wall hard. “Give. Them. Back.” I said. She didn’t move. I pulled her away and slammed her back to the wall, her head hitting it with an unsettling dulled down crack. “Now.” I growled out through gritted teeth with killer intent in my eyes.
Her clear-water blue eyes widened a bit in fear as the message got across and she reached into her jacket pocket and felt around before pulling out the lavender cloth that was tied to hold the pills with a hair-tie.
“Glad doing business with you…” She said in a shaky voice as I let shoved the thing back into my pocket and let her go.
The next day she was sent to solitary by request.
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“Hi.” The red headed girl said to me in a ‘inside voice’ with lunch tray in hand about two weeks later.
I glanced up at her out of the corner of my eye and went back to eating my soggy sloppy-Joe.
“Can I eat with you two?” She asked in a somewhat desperate tone, her eyes welling up with tears. I gaped.
“A-are you about to cry?” I asked her in a shocked voice backing up a bit from the water works. She nodded and sniffed with trembling lips, her hands shaking the tray slightly, the nasty green Jell-O wobbling a little hypnotically.
“You can sit with us.” Tom said nonchalantly and though she was just a new girl at school. More gaping!
“She stole from me yesterday! You’d be seizure shaking if I hadn’t gotten the pills back!” I said in a hushed yell.
Still though she took the seat next to me with a muttered ‘thank you’, still sniveling as she calmed herself by taking a fork full of dated lettuce drenched in ranch past her purple glossed lips wincing lightly at the tangy taste of the overbearing dressing.
I slumped in my seat glaring up at Tom from under my long lashes with eyes that I like to think the Devil would be afraid of, the green of them once compared to monster blood. …is that really what people believe it looks like?
“So what’s your name?” Tom asked the girl with a dull voice showing little interest but still kept his gentlemanly manners in mind.
“Lola.” She said in a quiet voice through her mouth full of Jell-o.
“…just Lola?” I asked when she didn’t give us a last name.
She nodded as she chewed, quiet since the first time I’d met her.
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Tom and I went about as normal after that with the one exception that was a very hyper red head that swarmed about out feet like a mass of kittens, or maybe more like thick mud or water; the kind that takes shoes off and tires you as you trudge through it.
And that’s what she did; tired the life out of me. She’d dance around us and talk like her mouth was a never ending motor!
“Shut. UP!” I finally screamed out after only the second day of her pestering. “Good god do you even hear yourself talk, you’re like a never ending, big mouthed, water fall of gab!” I fumed, pushing her with every insult.
She looked at me with her crystal blue eyes like a puppy…or maybe one of the kittens I’d compared her to earlier. Either way it was making me feel kind of guilty.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair frustrated and kept going on down the hall without a glance back to Tom or Lola.
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Tom-Tom and Lola came to sit with me at dinner that night; I didn’t eat, just picked at the sorry excuse of a Saul berry steak.
“I’m sorry.” Lola said clearly even through all the chatter that surrounded us. “I didn’t think talking could get on your nerves so much. I just assumed you were a chatty person since you hang out with such a quiet guy.” She explained as she did the same with her food.
I was quiet at first, as her logic sunk in though it made me laugh a bit. “That’s gotta be the stupidest piece of logic I’ve ever heard.” I said through my giggles.
“I-it’s not!” She stammered blushing a bit. It only progressed my laughter.
“W-what did you think I was? One of those gossip girls that entrusts her secrets to the ‘Quiet Guy’?”
“…yes.” She muttered, her head down as she flipped the mushy patty of meat.
I was in hysterics; it was amazing the orderlies didn’t come and sedate me.
“Is it really so funny?” Tom asked when I’d calmed down a bit.
“I think so.” I said as I wiped a few welling tears from my eyes. “A-as if…as if I’d entrust you with a secret.”
“You wouldn’t?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Not something meaningful and embarrassing. You’re still a dealer Tom-Tom, to me anyways. Information like a phobia could get me in a pinch.”
“You analyze things too much.” He muttered as he ate his chunky mashed potatoes. He winced.
“Maybe, but better safe than sorry I think.” I said as I poked my pudding with the plastic spoon…it stuck. “Geez! It’s like food from a bad high school cartoon! Do they expect us to ingest this?” I asked and threw the just as plastic fork at the steak. It bounced off. I sighed.
“I can get us some real food.” Lola said perking up at the thought of being useful no doubt.
“Thanks Lola. But breath mints, hard candy, and bubble gum you pick off the nurses and orderlies won’t suffice for a real meal.” I said and leaned back in my chair folding my arms across my chest.
“No I can get you real food; a hot meal!” She exclaimed loud enough to get around the point she was trying to prove herself.
I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Really… How?” I asked playing along.
She got a devious smirk on her face, her purple lips like petals of poison.
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Okay so that's chapter two; like before I did update fictionpress.net and I also have gotten a WEbook account that I have chapter three uploaded on.
