Post by Publicist on Nov 25, 2018 7:18:11 GMT -5
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Written by
ROXY COTTON
Produced by
KENZI GREY-LACKLAN
DARK GODDESS PRODUCTIONS
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Wednesday, September 19th 2018 - 2:00 am
They told me to write things down, but diaries and journals and all that shit are for little babies. I don’t blog. Blogging is a thing that losers do and I’m not a loser. Even plogs are lame (sorry Angie, love you bb). But whatever, if I have to do it to get out of this stupid place I will. So here. My name is Roxy Cotton and this is why I’m in the hospital.
Last night I was sitting at home and brushing my hair. I keep seeing things in my mirrors that scare me. I know they are real. Vinnie says it’s in my head but that’s because he’s stupid and doesn’t listen to me. Oh, Vinnie is my fiance. My EX fiance. Since he made me come here. He says I’m crazy! Well not, like, CRAZY, he didn’t say that exactly. But he thinks the things in the mirror aren’t really there. He thinks they aren’t really looking at me or talking to me. He thinks I’m making it up. And if I WAS making it up, well then I’d be crazy, right? So even if he didn’t say it he said it.
Anyway.
I was sitting in front of my mirror that I just got from Tiffany’s after I broke the last one. It’s so pretty! Sterling silver. So fab. I looks totes gorgeous on my makeup desk. Looked. Whatever. I was sitting there and brushing my hair and counting out loud so I didn’t forget my place. I always do 200 brushes on the left and then 200 more on the right. It’s a good way to keep your hair strong, shiny, and full. Everybody should try it. Oh my god! I should give beauty tips! I’ll write that down so I remember to do it when I get home in 72 hours. They told me in 72 hours they would read all my writings and talk to me and determine if I could go, which duh, I’m going to get to go because I’M NOT CRAZY. Besides, I have a job. I have wrestling matches next week that I have to be in. I have to partner with Angie for Unified Global Wrestling Coalition Outlast and then with Kenzi for Queen City Pro Wrestling. It’s a really big week! They’re going to let me out.
Where was I?
Right. The mirror. So I’m sitting there counting, I had finished the left side and it was beautiful, natch. I was at like 125 or 126 on the right when I noticed the girl in the mirror wasn’t me.
Like, I wasn’t scared of that anymore because TBH it happens all the time now. I think I’m like psychic, you know? Like I can see these other versions of me in these other places that maybe are a little bit different from the real world? Or maybe that’s the real one? I don’t really know but it’s not important. What’s important is that the other me’s hair looked like shit. The hair on the left side of my head was light and feathery and platinum blonde like always, but the girl in the mirror had this tangled nest of dirty blonde hair with roots darker than Kunta Kinte. She just got there, so I figured I should just start over and do her hair. I’d lost count anyway so it didn’t matter. So I did the left again. But every time I brushed my hair the girl in the mirror’s hair fell out. I tried being, like, REALLY gentle too. Like baby soft like that time I French braided Angie’s hair and she kept whining about me pulling it too hard and stuff so I basically had to barely touch her. I brushed it maybe ten times and these thick knots of hair were coming off of the other girl in the mirror and some of it had blood at the end. I saw skin coming off of her head at the ends of her dirty blonde hair. It was like she had one of those diseases where your skin comes off. Alopecia or whatever. I stopped brushing because I hate bad hair and I didn’t want to ruin this poor girl in the reflection’s style, even though between you and me it was already really rough. See that’s the thing about these other girls. I know they aren’t me. I mean they LOOK like me, but not really. They look like me if I went bad. Like went bad like food that was in the refrigerator for too long I mean. They look like me but if I wasn’t me. So they can’t be me. Plus I don’t live inside a mirror. Duh.
The first time I called Tiffany’s and complained about their mirrors being broken they said it couldn’t have been a manufacturer issue and that it wasn’t covered by a warranty, but I told them they needed to stop being stupid because I spend like thousands of dollars a month there and I know the manager. I talk to the manager all the time. Whenever I go there one of the dumb counter girls does something dumb and I have to ask for the manager. So we’re friends. I told them they sold me a mirror that had people in it that weren’t the right people and that I needed one that had only me in it. Also that the first one broke like way too easily. My hairbrush isn’t even that heavy but it broke the glass in like one try. That’s just poor craftsmanship. What, was this thing built in one of Sarah Lacklan’s Legion Sweatshops? As if. Not for that much money.
They sent me the mirror. Of course. And last night was the first time I got to use the new one. Breaking it in, you know? I spent all day making sure it was in the right spot on the desk, that it hit the light just right, and most importantly, that nobody else was inside of it. I checked like at least five times. So you can imagine that when it was almost time for bed and I’d already taken my night time pills (don’t get dramatic, it’s just three valium and a mimosa) that I was super pissed to see this other girl with all her hair falling out. I told Vinnie that the new mirror was bad but he ignored me. I told him I was serious and he left the room. Whatever. He’s been busy and I get that but my hair is important and I need my mirror to work right. So whatever I figured I could go back the right side of my hair because the girl’s left side was obviously a lost cause, but then her hair on the right started coming out too! And like this time it was even weirder because when I stopped brushing the other girl just kept going, and the hair just kept coming out in clumps. She stopped even using the brush she had and just started grabbing at her hair, pulling it out, showing it to me in her fingers and throwing it onto her side of the desk. She was losing more and more and more hair and I could see the cuts and stuff in her scalp, it was really gross. It didn’t even seem like it hurt her though, she just kept going and going and going until there was hair all over her desk and like almost none left on her head. This is when it got really weird. The other girl was trying to talk to me but I like couldn’t hear her. Which is strange. Usually I can hear them. It was like the other people but this time it was like the mirror glass was like soundproof or something. She kept banging on it and shouting, I could see her mouth opening really big and her neck straining like she was screaming. At least the mirror they gave me this time had really thick glass I guess. Even though it still had the other people. So I decided to break it so I could hear her. I knew Vinnie was probably downstairs and would be all mad about me breaking another mirror so I got up real quick and locked the door, then pushed one of the other chairs up against it to make sure it stayed closed. Then I went back to the mirror and grabbed my hairbrush and threw it right at the glass, right in the middle, like I did last time. This time it didn’t shatter though it just cracked really big down the middle. Like I said, thicker. I could kind of hear the other girl better since I made the big crack though. It was still really quiet so I kept shouting at her to be louder. Like over and over and over again just yelling "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" and "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" and stuff like that. Vinnie told me that it went on for a really long time but I think it was only a minute tops. Finally I figured it out, she was asking me to let her out. Vinnie was knocking on the door by then because he heard me yelling and cracking the mirror and I think he had a drill or something because it sounded like he was taking the hinges off the door. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time if I was going to get the girl out of the mirror so I threw the brush again and again and again until finally the pieces of the mirror glass started to break and fall out of the mirror. I could still see the other girl in the reflection luckily and by now I could totally hear what she was saying. I couldn’t get her out of the mirror she said because she wasn’t in the mirror. My bad Tiffany’s. She said she was inside me.
Which honestly makes SO MUCH SENSE you guys because that explains why I felt so bloated lately no matter what I do and also why I kept hearing whispers and stuff. She was in there the whole time! Duh! So that’s when I figured out that all I had to do was take the broken glass and like cut open my stomach really deep so the other girl could get out. Like having a C Section, you know? So I grabbed the glass and I don’t really know why I started screaming but I figured it would like help numb the pain of cutting myself open, I don’t know, I’ve never done it before because I’m not some sad little emo like Mizore Payne.
Anyway I grabbed the glass and screamed and I was like just about to get the other girl out from inside my belly when Vinnie got the door off the hinges and ran in and grabbed me. Now I’m here for 72 hours and that other girl is still inside of me.
I told you I wasn’t crazy.
Thursday, September 20th 2018 - 12:00 pm
Hi again. I have to have notes from every day. Whatever. They sent me for an MRI but they said it wasn’t like a regular MRI, they called it a functional MRI.
They did this thing where they put like a weird hat on me and mapped my brainwaves. They showed me different pictures and asked me questions about the other girl and they showed me where in my brain all my memories are. They said the other girl isn’t in my belly but she’s just a bunch of misfiring neurons in my brain. They showed me. She’s over my left ear. Every time I talked about her the map lit up there.
They said they can help me. They can erase her. They took me three times yesterday and the rest of the day I just sat at a table where they have these little kid arts and crafts. Paper and crayons and stupid shit like that. Scissors like you get in kindergarten that are so dull they can barely cut anything. They make me wear these stupid blue pajama pants and sandals with socks. I tried to not wear the socks but some other patient here kept staring at my feet and asked me if he could lick them so I put them back on. There’s one guard by the door and every twenty minutes he sneaks out to a side door and smokes a cigarette. I know the people here are going to read this so I want them to know that he smokes on the clock. I even saw him give cigarettes to one of the other women here and then they went into a janitor’s closet together for like ten minutes. If he didn’t have the keys on him I would have just walked out the door while he was in there getting his dick sucked by whatever her name is.
I just want to go home. I have two more days here before they’ll even think about releasing me. I got checked in at midnight on Wednesday morning, so 72 hours means midnight Saturday. If it had been any later then I would have had to wait until Monday and I would have thrown a temper tantrum like you have never seen in here. How does 72 hours not count on the weekends? So stupid. The food is awful, by the way. You guys really need to respect people’s dietary wants and needs. I’m a vegan and I’m non-GMO. Gluten free. Your lunch cart full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches is disgusting and insulting and I swear to god if I weigh an ounce over 120 when I get home the first thing I’m going to do is call my lawyer and file a suit against this place. Well maybe not the first thing. First I’ll have to make sure Vinnie gets the chewing out of a lifetime. I won’t give him any for at least a week, maybe two. He’s going to cry and beg but it won’t matter. I make the rules because I’ve got the vagina. Simple as that.
I have another hour before my next brain thing. When they try to delete the electromagnetic waves they say are the other girl. I told them they could just sedate me and give me a c section but they said I was missing the point and that they didn’t do that kind of thing here anyway. Some hospital. I decided to just play with the paper and crayons and stuff, there’s nothing else to do. So I made my BFF Angie like a string of paper dolls. It made me happy to see her even though it’s not really her. I just cut her out and colored her in and made her walk around on the table and say nice things to me like she always does. I even cut out four little title belts for her to wear.
“Wow Roxy you’re so totes ubes pretty you and me are going to win at Outlast because we’re the bestest of best friends and we’re the best wrestlers in UGWC. We have the best team.”
We really do, too, and I made them all. They’re all here with me. Little paper versions of them anyway. I made a big strong Captain 80’s and he just walks around the table with his muscles and his captain’s hat.
“Ahoy mateys! Ahoy Roxy Cotton! My tug o’ war partner in crime! My Outlast first mate! Your eyes are like stars in the sky! My abdominal muscles ripple with excitement one at a time every time the Captain sees you climb aboard the ship! Watch them flex! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Hashtag!”
He’s so dreamy. Even when he’s just a paper cut out doll. I made sure his arms were super big too so he can wrap them around the little paper me that I made. Oh yeah, I made a me. Tall and tan and beautiful. Green eyes and high heels. My makeup is as on point as it can possibly be considering it’s just crayons. Captain 80’s lifts me over his head like it’s nothing, like I’m light as a feather. He barely has to even flex hose amazing biceps he has to hold me up in the air like we’re figure skating at the Olympics.
“Oh Captain 80s! I’m free as a bird when I’m in your arms! I’m soaring in the sky like pegasus riding on a rainbow!”
“Ahoy First Mate Cotton! Watch as the captain’s back muscles become iron girders for you to climb aboard the starship!”
God he’s sexy.
Oh! And I made a Liz Blackwell too because why not? She’s on the team so I guess I have to at least pretend like I like her. Angie would be mad if I was rude to her. Plus she’s on the Hit Girls now so I guess we’re basically friends. She was actually really easy to make a paper doll out of because she’s already only got two dimensions and all of her for real colors are pastels. I had to get in the toe licker guy’s face though because he was trying to eat the hot pink crayon and I needed it. It was gross. He swallowed like half of it but luckily not the pointy side. I colored her hair with it and dressed her like a witch because IDK. She looks cute with a pointy hat. And a broom. And she’s kind of witchy I guess. I’m still mad at her mom or whatever Annie is for touching Captain 80s before I did a few weeks ago but that was my fault anyway I guess since I was staring at his body instead of paying attention. It happens.
“Hey guys it’s me Liz I can’t wait to stand on the apron and watch the rest of you do really awesome when you fight Maggie Lockheart’s team at Outlast! Wow Roxy you’re so much prettier than me! Oh and you really kicked my butt back in Ladies All-Star Wrestling that one time! You are WAY better than me!”
I made Liz the shortest doll except her hat makes her pretty much the same size. I also made like an origami pirate boat for us all to sit in just so I had a way to keep them all together. Tomorrow I think I’ll make the other team and play with them all like Outlast is really happening here in the hospital. Why not you know? It’s not like there’s anything else to do. The TV’s broken and only plays one channel all day and it’s nothing except infomercials. So I’ll just keep on sitting here and playing with my paper dolls and pretending there isn’t another person living inside of me who keeps laughing every time they try to kill her with their brain machine. The EEG they called it. Actually I have to go and do that right now. They’re coming my way so I’ll show them my dolls and that I’ve been writing like they told me too so hopefully they’ll let me get something good to eat for dinner instead of another stupid sandwich.
Thursday, September 20th 2018 - 6:00 pm
I hate it here. They didn’t even care that I was doing such a good job on my assignments. The one orderly who always walks me to the brain thing wasn’t here for whatever reason and I got a different guy. The one who always smokes. He stank like nicotine and he kept ‘accidentally’ touching my ass as he walked with me.
I guess he’s used to people so doped out of their minds that they don’t care because he seemed really shocked when I pushed his hand away and cussed him out. But then he told me he could make it so I get bad marks on my behavior report and they’d make me stay longer, so the rest of the way to the session I just let him feel me up. Whatever.
Oh! I asked about the machine. They said what they were doing to me was called ‘neurofeedback’ and that they used electroencephalography (I asked them how to spell it) to translate my brainwaves into recognizable patterns. They said they can retrain your brain to go around the neurological pathways that people want to avoid, like if they want to get over an ex or get past an addiction or something like that. So really they aren’t even trying to take the other girl out of me. They think they can just make me forget she’s there. It sounds like fake science to me, but I admit I feel different after they do it. It takes me a while to start hearing from her again, sometimes hours. Maybe they’re doing something right? Maybe they’ll be able to help the other girl after all? I don’t know. But I do know that they didn’t care about my dinner request and the don’t even know what quinoa is! They didn’t have soy milk or kale salads or anything! Just another pudding and another slab of potted meat slapped onto a plate. Oh and apple sauce. Yum. That’s sarcasm, by the way.
Tomorrow’s my last day here. I’m going to bed soon so I can just sleep through some of these hours left. There’s three more neurofeedback sessions scheduled and then I go and have my meeting with the administrator to get out of here.
Oh! I almost forgot! I told the nurses that I didn’t want Vinnie visiting me. Honestly, I love him, but this is such a betrayal that it’s going to take me a long time to let it go. I can’t look at him right now. He’ll convince me to forgive him and I don’t want to yet. I deserve to at least be angry with him for a little while after this. It’s the least he can do, to let me hate him.
Goodnight.
Friday, September 21st, 2018 - 10:00am
Neurofeedback session this morning was strange. They said that the part of my brain they were dealing with, the hippo something, has a spot called the VTA and that’s where the other girl built her house. That’s where they’ve been using the EEG to rewire everything. But today they said it was pushing back, like my brain was fighting against the machine. I tried to tell them from the beginning that it wasn’t going to work. I think that whatever they did for the last two days just made her mad. I woke up with a screaming headache and it only got worse after the session. Now I have to just sit here and deal with it because they won’t let me take any extra medication while the treatments are ongoing. Bullshit. I ate a bowl of corn flakes this morning. It was disgusting.
Right now I’m sitting back at my little arts and crafts table in my ugly pajama pants and my ugly socks and my ugly sandals. I haven’t brushed my hair since Tuesday night. I look like the girl in the mirror. The girl in my brain.
I made a Kenzi. I had to color her in with kind of burgundy color because the toe guy ate the brown crayon and they said it would be a while before they got more. Sorry Kenzi. I was really careful when I cut her hair out though. There’s so much! I put like a whole pile of braids on her so she wouldn’t seem so small compared to the other dolls.
“Wow Rox! We get to fight each other! Kazam! Pow! I bet it’ll be a great fight!”
“But I don’t want to fight you bb. You’re my friend. I don’t want to hurt you I’ll feel bad.”
“Nah, it’s okay Rox! We’re athletes! I’m sure you’ll win and you’ll probably kick my butt but then we can go hang out and maybe go to da club!”
“Okay but do you think Maggie will be mad after I beat her up too? You know she’s on Vinnie’s football team now, so I don’t need her trying to seduce him to get back at me for being better at wrestling and stuff than she is!”
“No I don’t think she’ll do that Rox, she’s got a good attitude I’m sure she’s used to losing all the time anyway and won’t mind losing to someone as hot and talented as you! Also I like bread now for some reason!”
“Yeah that’s weird.”
I need to make a Maggie doll but I’ll get around to it after lunch and after session number two. I just want to relax right now because my head hurts so much. That gross orderly/guard/whatever is leering at me and I bet he’s going to find a way to grab my ass again today. Jerk. How does he take so many cigarette breaks anyway? Seriously it’s every twenty minutes on the dot. No one even pays any attention when he goes to smoke or goes into the closet with that girl. Hmmm.
Okay, lunch time.
Friday, September 21st, 2018 - 2:30pm
You guys are not going to believe this. The EEG machine almost overheated when they had me in there. They tried to turn it up to a higher setting to compensate for the fact that my VTA wasn’t responding correctly, and it worked for a minute. I heard her laughing in my head when they did it and then after they turned it up even higher she suddenly stopped.
My headache went away. The doctors sounded like they were satisfied with the adjustment and then BOOM. The whole room lost power and the laughing came back way louder than before. It was so weird, I swear.
I had another peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch and I just know it was totally inorganic and probably full of MSG and corn syrup. I thought I was going to puke right there at the table but then I bet the nurses would say I was sick and needed more time added onto my hold. No way. I just fought it back down even though it basically meant swallowing my own vom. Really really gross.
I made the Maggie doll, and a Travis Pierce and Dave Rydell as well. Now I have both Outlast teams. I might go ahead and make everybody if I have time, since who knows who I’ll be in the finals with you know?
“Hey Dave it’s me Travis, how are you bro?”
“Good bro how are you bro?”
“I’m good bro. Really scared to fight Roxy Cotton at Outlast though bro.”
“Me too bro.”
“Bro?”
“Yeah bro?”
“You think we’ll ever be able to wrestle again or even show our faces in public after she humiliates us in front of the whole world by beating us pretty much by herself with like barely any help from her team bro?”
“Bro I don’t know bro.”
“Bro.”
“Bro.”
God I hate them. They remind me of every stupid jock who ever came into my old club after their college football team won against some other no name school and they had a spare fifty dollars to spend from their daddies’ wallets and thought they could buy a cheap handjob from any stripper they met. Like uh, no, I’m not in your price range, losers.
My Maggie doll is more fun. Pastel colored like the Liz one but instead of making her a witch I made her a vampire. Don’t ask me why, I’m just trying to make her more interesting. She’s totally boring. All she ever does is whine and cry about Lucy, who’s actually pretty cool, and how she’s going to be the best wide receiver in the LFL. Uh, newsflash Maggie, that’s already me! Just because you probably have a better quarterback than I do doesn’t mean you’re just going to do super good right away. I bet I win the super bowl or whatever this season.
“Hey Roxy it’s me Maggie please put a good word in for me with your super hot boyfriend so I can try an blow him in the Tenochtitlan locker room to get you back for beating me up soooooooooo baaaaaaaaaaad at Outlast! I know I can’t possibly beat you so I’m just going to plan ahead to how I get you back for embarrassing me out there!”
“Screw you Maggie! Vinnie and me have a love that will never die! We’ll always be together and he would never touch a gross vampire cartoon girl with hair the color of…. Uhhhh hold on… burnt umber! You’re dumb and I’m going to kick you and your whole stupid team right off of our Outlast Pirate Boat! Right Angie?”
“Yeah! We’re gonna win because you’re the best ever Roxy!”
“I know! Thanks bb! I’m the best and we’re gonna win, right Liz?”
“Exactly right Roxy! I hope someday I can be half as awesome as you are at like wrestling and football and just general hotness! Can’t wait to learn so much from you at Outlast!”
“Aw you’re so sweet Liz! You keep trying and maybe someday you really can be half as good as me! So are we all ready to toss them overboard, Captain 80s?”
“AHOY! The captain is ready to watch his beautiful hashtag first mate make those nobodies walk the plank and be drowned in the ocean and eaten by sharks except Kenzi because she’s cool!”
“Yay! I knew all of you guys on my team loved me the best and think I’m like totally going to do an awesome job at Outlast! Let’s toss them overboard!”
Splash! Splash! Splash!
That’s just me pretending to throw Rydell and Pierce and Maggie into the pretend ocean. I let Kenzi stay on the construction paper pirate ship with me and Angie though because we’re #CoolKids together and also #ClearConnection sisters and I love her. I love all of my friends.I miss them. I miss playing around on Twitter with them. The nurses told me that Vinnie tried to visit and that he left a phone for me to go online with but that I wasn’t allowed to have it. I guess they threw it away or maybe they’ll give it to me when I leave late tonight. I’m mostly glad they sent him away like I asked them to but part of me is kind of sad that I didn’t get to see him.
Oh, here comes the handsy orderly. Told you he’d find a way to get to walk with me. It’s fine. I have an idea. First I want to see how the neurofeedback session goes. There should only be one more, so I’m done after this one! They’ll figure out I’m not crazy after all and that there’s really another person inside of me. Why else would I draw my paper cut out doll of myself with two different faces? Duh, I wouldn’t.
Time to go.
Friday, September 21st, 2018 - 5:30pm
The neuro session broke the machine. I guess they think it just overheated again or blew a breaker like earlier but I know what happened.
She did it. She broke it. They tried to make me forget she was inside of me and she fought back and broke their stupid machine. Good. They signed off on the treatment sheet which is all I care about. They said they think they had already done enough in the previous sessions so that these last two going bad shouldn’t matter. I think they were just scared and wanted me out of here almost as bad as I want out myself.
By the way… he’s so stupid. The orderly I mean. He did exactly what I thought he would and he started running his hand over my ass and over my chest as soon as we turned down the hallway to head for the therapy rooms. He looked like he was ready to remind me how much power he has over me if I pushed him away again but I tricked him this time. I made him think I liked it. I sighed a little bit when he touched me and let out little whimpers and moans the whole time. He ate it up. He thought I was enjoying it! When I got to the neurofeedback room I winked at him and told him to make sure he was the one walking me back. Idiot.
So he did. He was standing there all stupid and eager like a puppy dog waiting for a treat for being a good boy after I came out of the room. So when we walked down the hallway again I asked him for a smoke and he gave me one. Then I asked him if we could go into the closet, so we did.
Then I asked him for a light. And then when he pulled his lighter out and put my hands on his face like I was going to kiss him but instead a slammed the back of his head into a rack full of scrubs and towels and bedsheets and shit like that. He was so soft and weak and not expecting anything. I felt her in my head telling me to hit him harder, hit him again, and again, and again, and so I kept doing it until the back of his split open like a ripe melon. I felt his sticky blood in my fingers and I wiped it on the scrubs when he slid down onto the floor. I got what I wanted anyway. I got his lighter.
So now I’ve got my writing and I’ve got all of my paper dolls and I’ve got my lighter and it’s time to go into the administrators room to talk. I spent the last few hours just sitting and playing with the dolls. Playing Outlast. Having all my friends and coworkers one at a time tell me how pretty and wonderful and amazing I am and how they can’t wait to watch me win. I think I like this game. I wish I could take the dolls home with me but I need them to make sure I get out of here.
I promise I’ll write more though, even though really don’t have to anymore. I’m going home. I hope Vinnie’s there.
Saturday, September 22nd, 2018 - 4:00am
The administrator tried to betray me. He tried to tell me I wasn’t ready to go home. He said that things I was writing were crazy and that the dolls were crazy and that the people doing the neurofeedback were worried about me.
I knew I couldn’t trust him. I’m so much smarter than everybody gives me credit for, except for the other girl inside me, she always reminds me how strong I am and how I can do whatever I set my mind to if I just listen to her. And the dolls. The dolls were always so good to me.
I wouldn’t have gotten out of there without the dolls.
After I hit him a few times he signed the release form, like I knew he would. Weak old man. He said it wouldn’t matter anyway because I’d never get off the property even if they took the signed form because they’d find out he only signed it after I beat him.
But he didn’t know about the dolls.
I made him give me my whole file. Every little scrap of evidence that I was ever there. I made him delete me out of the computers. All I had to do was drop off the form at the desk so they wouldn’t put up a fight letting me out, and so they’d give me my stuff. Then I’d be gone like the wind.
I heard his teeth breaking when I slammed his face into his desk the third time. I saw his arm go limp. The other girl said he was unconscious. That it was time to use the dolls.
I put them in a little pile under his desk and I said goodbye to all of them.
“Goodbye Rydell and Pierce, I can’t wait to beat you at Outlast!”
“Goodbye Maggie and Liz! You guys should be happy here together because you have so much in common and nobody really likes you anyway!”
“Goodbye Captain 80s, thank you for going down with the ship and for being such a beautiful beautiful man… and thank you too, pirate boat. You’re so big and orange, just like the captain!”
“Goodbye Kenzi and Angie… I’m really really sorry to have to do this to you but I need you. You’re my very bestest friends in the whole wide world and I promise I’ll see you both really really soon.”
I put all of them into a pile and then I took out the lighter. I set the corner of the boat on fire and I left the office. The fire didn’t spread really fast, just like I knew it wouldn’t, even with the extra fluid I poured onto all the dolls after I broke open the lighter.
The alarm didn’t even go off until I was already outside with all of my stuff and walking down the road, waiting for my Uber. I hung out for a little while, just to make sure everything was okay and stuff.
The fire was on the news a little while ago. None of the other nurses or the other patients were hurt, which is good. They didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe the toe guy but it probably wasn’t really his fault.
I’ve been home maybe an hour. Vinnie isn’t here. I think I’ll let him think I hate him.
But I miss him.
And I miss the dolls.
Except for Roxy with the two different faces. I brought her home with me.
CREDITS
MAIN CAST
Roxy Cotton as Herself |
Maleek Raheem as Guard |
Steven Holmes as Administrator |
Girl in the Mirror as Girl in the Mirror |
STAFF & CREW
Story by Roxy Cotton
Directed & Produced by Kenzi Grey-Lacklan
Musical Score by Guilty Pleasure
Casting by Roxy Cotton & Kenzi Grey-Lacklan
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A Dark Goddess Production in association with CTN Studios
