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Loony Bin
Eleven
George and Tucker are in trouble,
they’re under suicide watch.
But that’s not what they should be watched for,
At least not Tucker.
He should be watched for violence towards another person,
if they even have that in this hell hole.
But I won’t tell on him,
but it doesn’t mean I will forget what happened:
“So I’ve noticed you and George hang out a lot.”
Tucker’s voice is un-amused.
“What’s your point?”
My voice is curious.
“Do you like him better than me?”
His voice sounds pained.
“What makes you think that?”
“It’s just you never talk to me anymore.”
He looks up at me. His musty green eyes are clouded with jealousy.
“I bet you’re fucking him aren’t you?”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are, don’t lie you stupid whore!”
He stands up, pointing an accusing finger at me.
“Don’t call her a whore!”
Tucker’s mouth is moving, but I know it’s not him.
“Stay out of this George!”
“Give me one good reason why I should!”
“I’ll hurt you if you don’t!”
“Like you can.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Try me.”
I let out a scream as I watched Tucker hit himself in the stomach,
then another when George picked up at knife.
“Stop it!”
I screamed out this time.
George listened,
Tucker didn’t.
He stabbed his other hand with the knife his brother held,
they both screamed out in pain.
they’re under suicide watch.
But that’s not what they should be watched for,
At least not Tucker.
He should be watched for violence towards another person,
if they even have that in this hell hole.
But I won’t tell on him,
but it doesn’t mean I will forget what happened:
“So I’ve noticed you and George hang out a lot.”
Tucker’s voice is un-amused.
“What’s your point?”
My voice is curious.
“Do you like him better than me?”
His voice sounds pained.
“What makes you think that?”
“It’s just you never talk to me anymore.”
He looks up at me. His musty green eyes are clouded with jealousy.
“I bet you’re fucking him aren’t you?”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are, don’t lie you stupid whore!”
He stands up, pointing an accusing finger at me.
“Don’t call her a whore!”
Tucker’s mouth is moving, but I know it’s not him.
“Stay out of this George!”
“Give me one good reason why I should!”
“I’ll hurt you if you don’t!”
“Like you can.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Try me.”
I let out a scream as I watched Tucker hit himself in the stomach,
then another when George picked up at knife.
“Stop it!”
I screamed out this time.
George listened,
Tucker didn’t.
He stabbed his other hand with the knife his brother held,
they both screamed out in pain.