Troubles
Bed
I lie on the stiff mattress in the steel 3-men bunk bed. I'm in the middle. Luckily, it's some thin junkie who's lying on top, and not some fat drunk. It's totally quiet in the room, until someone suddenly yells:
“This is my bed!” The man sounds drunk or high or stoned or something. Well, he doesn't sound sober.
“I was here first! Find your own,” some deep voice calls back.
I turn around so I won't see what is bound to happen. I try to shut out the noise, but I can't.
“Are you telling me off? I was here way before you!”
“Not tonight, you weren't!”
There's a crash.
“Get out of my bed!”
“Hell no!”
This fight is followed by a lot of loud noises and cries of pain. I think I actually hear a bone break, before I third party – a woman – starts yelling and screaming. The sounds slowly quiet down, until the woman screams for the men to go to each their corner of the large room, go to sleep and not to make one more sound or they'll get kicked out.
This happens a lot – people fighting. Some get kicked out, some just accept the rules. I've never gotten hurt in here, but I know where not to lie.
I wish I had my own bed. Somewhere safe, where people wouldn't knife me for lying. Somewhere I wouldn't have to sleep with one eye open.
“This is my bed!” The man sounds drunk or high or stoned or something. Well, he doesn't sound sober.
“I was here first! Find your own,” some deep voice calls back.
I turn around so I won't see what is bound to happen. I try to shut out the noise, but I can't.
“Are you telling me off? I was here way before you!”
“Not tonight, you weren't!”
There's a crash.
“Get out of my bed!”
“Hell no!”
This fight is followed by a lot of loud noises and cries of pain. I think I actually hear a bone break, before I third party – a woman – starts yelling and screaming. The sounds slowly quiet down, until the woman screams for the men to go to each their corner of the large room, go to sleep and not to make one more sound or they'll get kicked out.
This happens a lot – people fighting. Some get kicked out, some just accept the rules. I've never gotten hurt in here, but I know where not to lie.
I wish I had my own bed. Somewhere safe, where people wouldn't knife me for lying. Somewhere I wouldn't have to sleep with one eye open.