white cedar WHO Josiah and open. WHAT Joey's got a busted face, so he's gonna watch Psycho. Come bother him. WHEN May 19, afternoon WHERE Leisure Room C2, movie theater RATING tbd
It's days like today that he's thankful for the limiter. It pushes into his head, white noise overcoming the shifting talking that overlaps in his brain. When he spits, he spits blood, worrying the scabs on his lips with his teeth, pulling them away. His eye has really swollen now, pulsing whenever he tries to open it. It's amazing how little it takes to damage a face. It's bad design, all these important parts shoved together on an extremity. And his face throbs when he walks. Any time his foot connects to the ground. What causes that? Why is everything so connected?
He needs to transfer to another base. He can't be around her. Anyone who thinks they can work together is sick.
He's back at the scene of the crime, the leisure room's movie theater. On screen, a black and white movie, Hitchcock's Psycho, something he's seen a million times before. The sound of it is a comfort. Huddling down in his seat, he tries to read his book in the dark again. Drops of blood from yesterday have sunk through the page, vague hints of colour. He can't help himself when a few tears drop too, falling silently from his eyes and hitting the book. He hates her. He can't help that, but he doesn't want to. But he had been right. She had left him. He had come back to an empty motel room. Facts were nothing to be punched over.