Sometimes I feel like going up there.
Just take a drainpipe or something and hit blindly
around me. Maybe an axe, but where would I get a hold of that?
That dripping noise makes me go nuts. Drip, drip, drip...
I hate living down here, and I hate hearing the
people up there. People-- not a beast like me.
I hate it when my head fills up with happy sounds
from above.
People laughing, people talking, and that happy
music that goes on and on and on...Thump, thump, thump...
The bass almost bursts my eardrums and I can
feel it vibrating in the ground, in the walls and in the air.
Why did I have to go live under a disco? Why do I torture myself like that?
Because you want to be close to the humans...you want to hear them, you want to smell them...
Shut up! I don't want to be close to those prejudice assholes! OK, fine! I'll move! Right away!
But you don't want to move, not really...
And when you say that you want to hurt them,
it's just because you need to be angry at someone else than yourself for
once...
I said SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
I grip my head and sit down in the dirty water.
Why do I think things like that? The humans aren't
my friends, they can never understand...I must be so lonely that I'm starting
to hear things...
Yes, you are lonely...you only wish you could go up to the surface and meet somebody...somebody who would understand...
But that's not going to be a human. They judge
everyone and everything. I look down at my purple skin.
Of course they would judge this, too.
To them, I'm a freak. A monster, a beast. But I can't help it, I was born that way!
Whatever that voice was, it was right. I am lonely, and I want to go up there.
So, go then...
Not in my lifetime! They will put me in a circus
or in a laboratory, gawking at me, testing my blood and trying to find
the answers to everything by poking and pribing me!
And in the end, when they've decided that they've
learned everything possible from me, then they're going to stuff me like
and animal or maybe chop me up into little pieces and sell me on jars!
So, no, that's NOT a good idea!
Don't be so pessimistic...
I'm sorry, but I'm born that way! That's just who I am!
Hakuna Matata...
Oh, shut up, will you?
OK, but only if you promise to do something...
What?!
Go up there...
You're my inner conscience, aren't you?
Yes...how did you figure it out?
Because I'm me.
Now go up there...
I open the grate and climb up the ladder. I stand
in the middle of the street, just waiting for someone to scream.
It's better to be stuffed in jars than to sit
down there, listening to myself, under ground...alone.
I know what you're thinking...what a rip-off!
And you're absolutely right. <G> Anyway, it got a B.
Phish, another fan fiction writer, once told
me: "When you're writing fan fiction, you almost HAVE to be ripping off."
How true, people...how true. ;)