Questionable Short Stories

mentally disabled? more like just a sadistic prick

It's the fucking screaming that always gets to me. If only I could get my hands around the neck of the one who stuck the him in the room next to me. He's either screaming or weeping. Sometimes I get a glance when they take me out for the therapy. He lays on his back with his legs against the wall. The boys in white don't give him any attention though. The only time he's quiet is when they sedate him to pull him out of that God forsaken room. It was hell in here. The boys in white don't care though. I know they conspire against me. Sitting in that hall watching like we're animals. They told me this place would be a paradise that I'd be fixed. Still nothing. I laughed out loud to myself, hearing the jingling getting closer. "Must be that time again boys!" I called out. Click click. The door opened and within a second there arms were around me pulling me out of the room and dragging me down the hall. "THEY'RE FUCKING EVERYWHERE!" Ah there's that familiar screaming. I looked over to the boy on my right. He showed no emotion, none whatsoever. "I bet that screaming gets your dick hard. Am I right? I bet you and this one here on the other side beg each other. 'Oh stick it in me! Get in the tune with the screaming!" I laughed like a maniac. They said nothing. They brought me into that God forsaken room. It was all white, a desk in the middle and chairs on either side of it. They sat me down and left the room, locking the door on the way out. Here came the doc. Sitting right across from me. His face was generic he didn't matter. He was incompetent to the outside world. That's why he's stuck in here with us nuts. "So doc. What's on the agenda today? Telling me about my heinous acts against this well functioning world?" He looked at me with cold eyes. I just gave him a wicked smile. "tell me," he began speaking to me in that 'friendly' voice. "Why is you act the way you do?" "Hell doc why do any of us act the way we do? If you ask me doc we're all fucked up. Just some are better at hiding it. Can I tell you a story doc? Well it's not really a story but more of a joke." He placed his hand on the top drawer of the desk. He thinks I don't know what's in there but I do. "A decent looking man finds out he's not important. He finds out that if something were to happen to him the world wouldn't care, it'd move on. He decides to place himself among non functioning members of society, to give him that superior feeling. But he's a bit jumpy with these people. Has what I'd like to guess is a .45 Magnum in the top drawer. In case one steps out of line. I bet when that screaming fucker comes in here it's when he barely twitches you already have your hand on the drawer. Ready at any moment," I begin chuckling. "Now here's the punchline. He's to much of a pussy to put it to his own temple and paint these walls a pretty red!" I begin laughing uncontrollably. It sorta gets me off to making people feel like shit. He looks at me like he's actually considering it. "Sounds fun don't it doc?" He opened the drawer and set the gun on the desk. I stared at it with a bit of lust. "You may be right. I could just take the easy way and get out of this. I'm actually considering it." I gave him that same wicked smile. "Do it." I pushed him towards it. He grabbed the gun off the table and placed it to his head. That wonderful sounding click of the hammer being pulled back. Then. The clicking of the trigger and a bang. Bits of his brain went everywhere. He slumped down dropping the pistol. I bursted into maniacal laughter, getting out of the seat. "You're not the only one who gets an overdose on painkillers." I picked the gun up off the floor and pressed to my head. Click. I am so close to getting out of here. My finger slowly pulled the trigger then bang!

A/n- so this is the first one please give feedback I really want to know how I did.