Life On The Murder Scene

I kind of stood up to quickly then i should have because i realized that i had jelly legs. My body was shivering, the last thing i dared was look that bastard Bert in the eye.
"Go on then, chap." Bert muttered, hands gripping his knees dangerously tight for an unknown reason
"It's stupid. I was walking out from work and then i get threatened by a gang of pricks who want my money. I told them i didn't have fuck all, thing is they didn't believe me. Then i realized one had a gun, aimed at my neck and forcing me to tell the truth....what was i supposed to say back?
"It was pretty bad ass when i think about it, me, tripping one up and catching his gun in my hands, only to shoot the lot of em'. That's when a police car comes up, and my life is pretty much in the shit. I was traumatized though, them standing around me all fierce and proper, it hurt to kill them. It was also not my fault."
I sat down, Bert blank faced, no expression. Everyone was shuffling in their chairs, eager to leave here and that strange guy who calls himself Mr.Benjamin.
"Well, that was a nice session..." He paused for a moment, fiddling with his dangerously shifty 'haircut'. "thank you."
"Do we have to come to these...like next week and so on?" Lindsey asked, her red lips sinking back between her teeth.
"Yes, always, it's compulsory."
"Shit." Jimmy whispered.
"Fuck that..." Lindsey answered.
"You WILL turn up and you WILL enjoy your lessons, i don't get fucking paid for this!" Bert stood up suddenly, his notes dropping to the floor, my heart in my throat. "I don't get paid to fucking joke around like this either, neither do you, that's only for fucking clowns!"
"Then you should be getting paid!" Jimmy laughed out.
Bert Benjamin was a real idiot, the way he said things naturally. He had this weird stutter and high-pitched voice, mixed with a croak, like a frog was sitting at his throat. You could see blonde shabby locks coming out from his wig.
Ah.....so it was a wig.
His hair was shitty, no wonder he wore a wig, it looked like someone had gone physcho on his head with a butchers knife and cheap hair gel.
I laughed.
"Shut up you little rats!" Bert struck out, finger pointing to Jimmy's nose, supposedly intimidatingly. "Honestly, no wonder you guys are here....you're all fucking dismissed." He looked down at his notes then, picking them up and acting casual. Had he just realized he had probably stepped over the line with those words?
I fucking hope there's CCTV in here so they caught him.
"I said YOUR dismissed."
I didn't really listen to anything else being said as i stood up, all i hear was a string of 'ok's' and 'fucking-hell!'
"He's a sad sad man." Jimmy spoke as we left the clammy room, boy it stunk in there.
"Looking forward to next week though?" I laughed as i spoke. Bert was weird and i couldn't put my finger on it, i'd finger it out sometime though. Maybe it was just me thinking out of place or it wasn't the right day, however i couldn't pass it.
He is creepy as shit...
Luckily the guys ran off to their cells and left me to go to mine myself because i needed it. Again, my thoughts were buzzing, the most pre-occupied one being about fishy asshole.
I want to tell Gee about it...
God, it's only been a couple of hours and i already miss him!
I imagined his greasy black hair and killer smile, that almost made em melt and want to run to him straight away. I couldn't, i needed to play the game right. It was almost like if i stepped the slightest out of line, that would be it, our relationship...done.
That was the last thing i needed...
There was also another though...Pete.
Fucking Pete Wentz.
Stupid fucking eyeliner.
It almost felt like i could here him on the floor of my cell, crying and whimpering like a lost child. I must of been dreaming though, i felt quite lost in everything anyway.
But he was there, crying and whimpering.
I turned the corner and he was sitting there, his knees up at his chest and hands scrunched on the sides of his face. He was flushed, eyeliner smeared and eyes puffy. Why was he so upset? Every time he was sad it made me scared, almost like he'd come out of it any second and knock me unconscious.
His face was hardened, he was going to say something, or do something. That was the weird thing, he was the only thing i found intimidating and i had already lied to him saying that he didn't scare me.
"What's up Wentz?" I waved, probably to calming for him to reply with a suttle response.
His face rose up...
Then his eyes sagged...
Then his lips stretched into a thin smirk...
"Just you wait Iero..." He growled. "Soon, your friends will be gone, fucking dead!"
And just like that, on queue, the light dimmer in his cell, covering him in a blanket of darkness, his grand goodbye. I hate him more then ever now, like a rancid stew bubbling at the pit of your tummy. I want him out. I want him to explain everything.
Fucking dead?
What does he imply by...dead?

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