lol I had to write this for my english final, a chapter after what happens to Holden, so if you want to read the book don't read what I wrote.


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It’s been six months. Six goddamn months that I have been staring that these flaky white painted walls. They’re even chipping. How pathetic. I bet if I ate one I could sue this place. I don’t know why I even agreed to come here but that face Phoebe gave threw me in. I hate this place. It smells. I swear they have cameras watching me all the time. Seriously, one time I was taking a shower, and this guy was sitting right outside my stall, it’s how they do things around here, but anyways I was taking a shower and I could of swore I saw a camera lens peeking out from a wall. The guy told me I was crazy and I returned the favor with a dirty look and some lewd joke towards his misshapen head.
My bed is all lumpy too. You’d think with all the goddamn money my parents put into this place I could get a comfy bed and maybe a normal roommate. But I guess normal isn’t a common word around here. I think his name is Sven, Svun, I don’t know something Russian sounding. He doesn’t talk or really move. He is so creepy. He just sits curled up in his bed. Sometimes I feel his beady eyes watching me. When I feel that I turn around to bark some rude comment about him watching other people and how he needs to back off from my personal space but I never catch him.
My therapist says I need to stop being so vulgar and rude to people. He claims I need to “think before I speak!” in his “I went to Harvard so I know everything” kind of voice. He pisses me off. He is not even that smart. I think his daddy paid for him to get into Harvard; stupid family tradition or some crap. He likes to sit me in some oversized chair to make me feel helpless and tiny while he sits in this comfy leather chair scribbling notes on his pad. He does the traditional “how do you feel?” questions and I just stare at him like he is some kind of moron. I love it when I reply “I feel like I’m in heaven” with this sneer on my face and he just sits back and nods like its not completely clicking in that comb over head of his that I was being sarcastic. One day he even had the balls to ask me why I hate everyone. I told him that I didn’t hate everyone but that they were all fake and boring. He just leaned back and nodded yet again. It makes me want to hit him every time. It reminded me of Ackley and how he never would cut his nails over my goddamn table in Pencey until you screamed at him.
It’s the same boring routine everyday. I wake up, go eat, get watched while I’m taking a piss, and go see Mr. Harvard. After my lovely session with him I get to walk back to my room and stare at the flaking white wall, flaky like these people. I am tired of being surrounded by flaky people. I am bored to high heaven too. There is nothing to do here. I don’t want to draw some stupid rainbow, I don’t want to envision what I want to be when I get out, and I don’t want to watch television with a bunch of loons. Let me tell you, the loons they got in here. This one girl, man, does she have it rough: apparently her boyfriend beat her so badly that her brain got scrambled so she is back into a child-like state. She is the easiest thing to scare. Sometimes when I get bored I scare her just for shits and giggles. I laugh and then I get thrown into isolation like it is some big deal that she couldn’t stop crying.
So I’m sitting on my lumpy bed waiting for my dinner when I see a piece of paper on the floor. Granted it is under Sven or whatever his name is bed but I go to pick it up and I see he scribbled, like a two year old, a picture. It looked like a squirrel on roller blades. I mean humans do not have tails so I do not know what he was trying to draw. Shit I can draw better than him and at least mine would look human. What was I talking about? Oh yes that is right. Well I see this squirrel on blades and it instantly reminds me of Phoebe and how we use to go to the park together. I was trying to teach her how to roller blade but she wouldn’t let go of my hand. I kept telling her “Phoeb you’re never going to learn if you don’t let go!” but she didn’t care and honestly I didn’t either. I wonder if she ever skates at the park still.
My roommate came in, bragging me out of my reminiscence. I lowered my head so I wouldn’t have to look at his bulky neck and beady eyes. He was dragging his feet as always. I don’t know what came over me but before I knew it I asked him, “Why don’t you ever pick up your feet? It bugs the hell outta me.”
And that is when his feet stopped moving and I could sense his entire body slowly turning towards me. I gulped hard and did not dare to raise my head. I could feel those bulgy beady eyes staring coldly at me. I oddly found this hilarious. I wanted to see if he would actually speak to me or start using me as a punching bag. It seemed like there was silence forever but after awhile he sat on his bed and curled into his normal position. I finally had enough guts to look up and see that he was staring at the wall. His yellow stained teeth were chewing on his bloody bottom lip.
I made myself as comfortable as possible on this bed and stared at the ceiling. I guess I was in a talkative mood since I started talking out loud.
“Hey, you ever think you’re going to get out of here?”
No reply.
“I don’t belong here you know. I just got sucked in because of some lies, avoiding home, and something about me yelling at Phoebe, she is my sister, to get off the carousel before she froze under the pond and couldn’t fly away. I don’t remember that. They told me I lost it especially when I took off my shirt and then passed out in the middle of the street in the pouring rain. Man can some people make up crazy stuff. I would never do anything like that.”
No reply. I looked over to see if he was even still awake. He was but I guess he wasn’t paying attention but I didn’t care I continued to talk.
“Man when I get out I don’t know what I’m going to do. School is boring. It’s full of phonies. I hate phonies. Maybe I’ll give Jane a call.”
By this time I was getting agitated. He could at least say something.
“Are you ever going to talk? It’s kind of rude you not replying when I’m speaking to you. Hey you! Can you even hear? Or are you some sort of moron?”
That did it. I guess he’s like an insane version of Stradlater. He hated to be called a moron too. Before I knew it this beady-eyed roommate of mine was on top of me pounding me with his fists. I guessed I screamed or something because guards ran in pulling him off of me. I caught my breath and pulled myself up touching my face to see the damage. Bloody nose, go figure. Why is it always a bloody nose? Why can’t it be like a goddamn black eye or a missing tooth?
Some chubby female in a white jacket walked in, “Andrei, calm yourself. Remember what we talked about?”
“Andrei? I thought your name was Sven.” I said out loud to myself. The lady looked over at me and peered at me through her thick glasses. I guess that meant to shut my mouth. I just shrugged and leaned against my shitty peeling wall.
“I take it you’re a doctor here?” I asked her.
She nodded, “My name is Dr. Jespick. I am Andrei’s therapist. I take it you’re the one called Holden. I’ve heard about you from Dr. Wazuv.” Wazuv is my crack nut therapist by the way. You know the bad comb over guy. I just stared at her.
“When are you guys going to let me out?” I asked. Obviously I was pissing her off since she was trying to tend to poor wounded Andrei. “Why don’t you let my good doctor know that I’m ready to get out this place”.
She ignored me and finished tending to Andrei, who was now asleep on his bed. I guess she gave him a sedative or something. She got to the door and turned around on her tippy toes like she was a goddamn ballerina or something.
“If you never open up you’ll never get out of here.” And with that she closed the door on me. Boy that pissed me off. She’s lucky she is not my therapist else I’d let her have it at the next session. She doesn’t know what she is talking about. I am plenty open. I tell Dr. Wazuv what I’m feeling it is just not anything he wants to hear. Everyone is a goddamn loon in this place, doctors included. Shit with people like that running the place I am as good as stuck here. Maybe if I start lying about my feelings I’ll get out. It’s worth a try.

nice work as usual. i always fuck up dialogue.