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A story from Wonderland Overdrive
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«How can we show, how to feel
Situation ain't so real …»
Morcheeba, “Part of the process”
I walk towards the door, desperately trying to find an escape route. I put my palms on the wood but I can't sense anything... no vibes, no sounds. That door is massive like a gravestone, and as much appealing, for what I concern.
I turn the head back, but the only thing I see - aside from that damned freak - is the little window in the center of the opposite wall... and I don't think that playing Spiderman would be a great idea.
"Oh fuck."
A little, annoying laugh resounds into the air.
Maybe I could use that little jerk as my personal guinea pig and force him to open the door and let me see what's behind it... but I have this bad feeling he could simply slip on the other side, leaving me all alone in this shit.
I spin around and take a deeper look at the room. For what I can see, the whole place is colorless… a white window and what it seems a white little chair in a corner, with a big, strange white bed on the other side. Nothing else. That’s odd. I always thougth Joel’s room would have been a mess but this room looks neglected, like if the real owner had left it long ago and never came back. I walk to the little window – no curtains on it – and graze a finger on its frame… it’s clean.
Outside, just the usual Wonderland’s view.
Ach. I’m trapped into this fucked cubby-hole, with mr. Death waiting behind the only door and nothing to eat. Damn. I should have kept those magazines with me, after all.
Lost in these gloomy thoughts, I’m about to sit on the white mattress, when a hand grabs me on the right wrist, pulling me away. The touch is firm.
“Do not touch that bed, mr. Cat,” says a voice, coldly.
“What? I don’t want to do dirty things on your precious bed, sweetie…” I reply, shaking the arm to get rid of his hand, but he doesn’t loose his grip.
“Hey, I just want to relax a bit, put your hand off!”
He’s still smiling but his eyes are cold. “Beds are made to sleep, chairs are made to sit…” he sings softly, pulling me towards the chair near the window. I move a couple of steps and see him shakes the hand, beckoning me to keep walking. “You’re so annoying, little freak…” I say, sitting down the chair. I give him a miffed look but he seems not to care. He nods, then sits down on the bed, playing with his puppet.
“Oh, are you going to sleep now, little bastard?” I reply, bothered.
“Who knows? Maybe,” he says, keeps humming. “And you? Are you going to open that door soon or will you stay here with me? Do you like tea? I think it will be teatime soon…”
“I know your ‘teatimes’ very well,” I reply, disgusted. “I don’t like to play with nursery school’s children, dude.”
“Housie was too kind with you,” he continues, laying his back down the bed, without listen.
“Housie what? Is that one of your invisible friends?” I laugh.
“You shouldn’t make Housie angry. At least if you really want to leave this room, sooner or later…”
“Oh, I’m really scared…”
“I already told you you should pay attention to what you say, right?”
“Otherwise? Housie will come here and slack me on my dirty mouth?”
“She could trap you into Reuben’s office for the rest of your life, for instance,” he replies, grinning.
“Oh, really? I’m shivering, look!” I say, shaking an arm in his direction, “I have the creeps…”
“But she’s kind and maybe she’ll let you find the kitchen, if you’ll apologize.”
Oh, wonderful. Trapped in this stupid room with a complete idiot. How cool.
“Okay, okay… what should I say? I’m sorry, miss! I wouldn’t have made a fool of your little friend! I’m very contrite now!” I say, trying not to laugh.
Joel shakes the head and keeps playing with his puppet. “You haven’t understood yet…”
Geez, I really should have kept those magazines with me. I start to feel bored beyond
description.
“And, tell me… what would happen if now I came there and kicked your ass off that bed and took a nap on that precious mattress? Housie will spank me?”
“You perv,” he replies, with a subtle grin on his angelic face.
“Me? Ah, this is fun! Little children shouldn’t talk about sex, don’t you know?”
“You shouldn’t speak at all, then.”
I stand up. This is too much. I start walking to that stupid freak but when I’m close to grab one of his legs and drag him off that bed I hear a click behind my back.
Joel looks at me with a little smile on his lips. “It seems that Housie doesn’t like the idea of you and me on this bed, all alone…”
“You and me what?”
“I won’t say anything,” he says, crossing two fingers on his mouth.
“And why are you thinking I should do something with… with you? Holy God! What do you think, that I peeped into this room just for you?”
“It isn’t so?”
“Yeah, sure! My brother kicked me out my fucked room just to let me come here and molest a freak in the meanwhile! Go fuck!”
He keeps smiling. Good Lord, if I’m pissed! I turn my back and face the door, that now’s slightly open. A golden light slips trough the gap, like if in the other room it was midday and not the sunset…
“Oh, no… won’t you stay here with me, at last?”
“I prefer to die.”
“This isn’t the set of a movie, mr. Cat… life’s funny, you should try to laugh.”
I don’t reply. I’m sick of this room and its owner. What will be, will be…
I move to the door, take a deep breath and slip though the opening, slamming the door behind me.
I can hear his little laugh resounds in the air, once more.
It seems that Housie made a fool of myself, at last.
Life’s funny, mr. Cat… you should try to laugh!
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