The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter One

I'm sitting with one leg over the other in the waiting room of a mental hospital waiting to see my brother. I watch myself in the fish eyed mirror right next to the TV. Static ruins everything. The heavy makeup used on the actors is a complete waste. What's the point if no one can see you?
I look at myself from across the room through a fish eyed lens.
I look at my purple hair and my polka dot dress.
Black and white, with a purple sweater to cover my shoulders.
I look at myself from within my gigantic white sunglasses.
I see myself sitting, cross legged, next to an old woman. She's staring at me.
"Never seen a wig before?" I ask her. She shakes and looks at the ground. That's what I thought. The security comes in.
"Are you here to see," He makes the sound of a whale. "?"
Obviously. I say and stand up, he leads me down a few hallways and opens a door. He makes more whale sounds to the people in there, an old man stand up and desperately tries to walk out. Two nurses come to his aid, I laugh and they look at me with disgust. I shrug and flip my hair. The security tells me to have a seat my brother will be out soon.
I wait and I wait, then I look down at my pretty black watch and I've only been waiting ten seconds. Finally, my brother walks in. He sits down, they have him on something I'm not sure what but he's acting really strange. He keeps going on and on about how cold it is, and he's really jittery.
"Well, I brought you some books, John." I say to him.
He keeps mumbling about how cold it is and he keeps going on and on about some girl telling him that the world has turned to cream.
"Who am I? She said to me." He says as he scratches his arms, that are heavily rashed by the way. "Who am I?The world has turned into cream."
Whatever.
The nurse comes in and takes my brother out of the room. "Come on," Whale sound. "Its time for your....." She pauses. "Sister to leave."
"Can I just sit here and read my books?" He asks.
"Of course you can, honey." Then she motions to me with her head nod to leave, and I do. I walk outside to my black Ford Focus. I turn the key and the engine growls to life, like a lion. I turn up the radio, god I love trance, all the way to max, the bass is pushing me back further into my seat, then I put my car into drive, and that's what I do. Off to the nearest club.
God I love trance.

-Sir Jestro