Chapter 3 Part4 (2/2)
“d.a.m.n it… How could you do this!” He yelled in anger, “How dare you do that! At least you should ask for my permission first! Then I would have told you no, because I have trauma about kissing! Do you f.u.c.king know what trauma is?! It’s not the same as being scared, it’s so strong that I will freeze and want to die! d.a.m.n…” he retched, “My brain stops functioning and I can’t move at all… Oh, of course I am better, now that old man is dead! I f.u.c.king abhorred him kissing me, telling me ‘open your mouth, baby, let me taste you’! d.a.m.n! That loose-skinned, meat-dangling, triple-chinned, obese pig!” He walked around in circles, then started heaving again with the support of the iron bars. Poor Lineas hid in the corner of the room.
He suddenly pointed his finger at Lineas, “You!” He yelled, “Get out, get out! Go ring the bell, and tell the cops I want to kill you, and ask them to arrange you to spend the night wherever! Also clean up that pile of stuff. I don’t want to see your face! d.a.m.n, you make me want to kill!”
“The bell is right next to you…” Lineas said in a faint voice.
Derer smashed the b.u.t.ton with a fist. He hit it violently, cursing loudly, “Are all the cops dead! A murder is going to take place right here, d.a.m.n it!” After repeated smashes, there was still no sight of cops in the hallway. The bell was smashed so hard that it had sunk inside the wall. He turned back and complained, “The cops today are too lazy. How dare they take the money from the taxpayers!”
He kicked the TV to the floor, where it broke into pieces in loud blasts that were especially scary at night. Then he kicked over the TV stand, swearing, “How much money have I paid all those years to these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds that treated me horribly! I spent tons of money, and paid tons of consumption taxes, contribute millions to the economy, and that’s how they pay me back! Even though you need to spend money anyways! The television and commercials only scam you into buying their stuff, and when you hear enough of it you think you really need it! Then you toil and moil to earn money to buy things you don’t need, to feed a monster! They call it the economy! It keeps sucking your blood, but treats you like a piece of dog s.h.i.+t!” He cursed while smas.h.i.+ng everything he could smash to the ground, and creating a huge mess of the room. “If you let them suck your blood then you’re a good citizen, and if you refuse you get sent to an asylum! It controls everyone, telling them you’re insane, because your existence threatens its growth, because you don’t want it to suck your blood…” – he kept going, until the cops rushed in.
Quincy and Truman grabbed him from behind, and Lineas unexpectedly noticed Olay among them. Derer struggled for all he’s worth, while yelling, “I’ve had enough of it! At least in this place they can leave me alone! Hey, send the kid away, I don’t want to see him… I know, I know, I am being crazy, a crazy man of course will go crazy! Oh, injections again!”
Quincy saw the vomit on the floor and complained to Olay, “I told you not to give him too much tranquilizer. That’s bad for the brain. Look at him, spewing everywhere.”
Olay was comforting Derer as he finished the injection. He heard Quincy’s complaint and answered, “If the effect of the drug was too strong then he would be lying quietly in bed instead of being like this. I’ve said so, his brain is hyperactive and different than ordinary people. Sometimes tranquilizers have no effects on him. When he’s hysterical, he can’t control his body, and his autonomic nervous system dysfunctions. I suspect there are other reasons that caused him to throw up.”
Lineas kept his mouth tightly shut and said nothing.
“Man, and you told me that psychos have hyper-functional brains?” Truman asked sarcastically.
“Some are, and Derer’s situation is even more special.” Olay said. There’s only a very thin line between genius and crazy, and obviously Derer is the latter.
The crazy man looked better. They helped him sit on the floor. He waved at Olay, “Doctor, ask the a.s.shole to get out! I don’t want to see his face. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee not to dig his eyeb.a.l.l.s out in the middle of the night.”
Olay s.h.i.+vered. He told the cops in a low voice, “He’s serious. He’s done it before.”
Lineas helped clean up the room before being escorted out. When he looked back he saw Derer sitting on his bed, smiling creepily at him. He looked away, and followed the guards out. He would spend the night in some other cell that had an empty bed tonight, for example Jim’s cell – thanks to Jim starting trouble with Lineas, he’s currently lying in the infirmary.
I will definitely not request to come back here because of nostalgia, he thought.
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