Rickie Monologue

I woke up the very next day, feeling rested, yet startled from the recent day. I usually wake up fine, but only if I awaken naturally. If anyone or anything wakes me up, you can almost guarantee I'll be at least a bit cranky.

A few hours later, I checked the time, and it was 12:07 in the morning... Mom hadn't returned. What is Dr. Browne doing? Or wait... Ricky isn't listening, isn't he? But he was listening to him just fine when I was there! Why would he suddenly change his behavior? Maybe Mom's just running late...

I pondered what may have happened, as I consider the fact that my enemy is possibly... dead. I'm happy thinking about it, but if it doesn't happen, I'll probably be quite sad. I despise of this kid, and I don't care if he despises

You're staying here, we're waiting for Dr. Browne. I need to discuss something with him." She said with a firm voice, knowing I wanted to get out of here.

I was on my phone, playing Flappy Cat for a few hours, but Later that day, a familiar face came through the door. It was Dr. Browne.

"Ms. Fauster, we've arranged time for Ricky's surgery. It may be as early as next week, but two weeks would be ideal." He said. Surgery?! Finally, he will die!

"... Yes, I think two weeks from now would work best with our schedule anyway. Are you okay with that, Ricky?" My mom questioned Ricky's preference.

"Yeah, Mommy. That's fine." He said, almost as if he was whispering. He was still lying on the bed, with his eyes closed. There was a somewhat long silence, then, Ricky popped up with five words "Can I have... a pineapple..." He as-- "Mommy?" Never mind, he said six

Let's see if Dr. Browne has any." Mom answered, as she looked at Dr. Browne with a look of curiosity. Dr. Browne sighed, and said "Let me check...". He left the room for about twenty minutes, and came back with a cut up pineapple on a plate. "That took long enough..." Dr. Browne said.

"Thank you sir!" Ricky exclaimed, snatching the plate from him. He then angled the bowl for the food to fall in his mouth. He opened his mouth, and everything on the plate was suddenly in his stomach. Dr. Browne's hard pineapple cutting was all sent to waste...

After a couple of hours, I started gaining a need to use the bathroom. "Mom? Can I head to the bathroom?" I asked.

"Do you know where it is?" She responded. I didn't, but I didn't see why I couldn't look for it, so I lied.

"Just around the corner." I said, trying to make it as if I was telling the truth.

"I don't really know where it is, so I'll take your word for it. Be back in at most ten minutes." My mom responded. Finally! A chance to get out of this place!

I went into the hall, and started scavenging for the restroom, I looked around the corner. Nope. I then went around that corner of that hall. There it