A group of various teddy bears greeted Annette in the next room. Their sweet, adorable smiles almost took the edge off of what she had been doing.
Then she remembered the reason she was even in here. Annette tried to alleviate her burgeoning by picking one of the bears up, holding it close.
“Why am I not surprised?” She asked herself when she saw who the juror was this time. Continue Reading
Once again, Annette was in what looked to be a kind of church. Unlike the churches she witnessed Ox-Head in, however, this one was far brighter and not invoking general coldness of religion.
In fact, the overall atmosphere promised a rather joyous occasion, if not a rather obvious one. It was clear from who was present as well.
This time, Annette saw a slightly older-looking Dennis standing at the altar, sweating profusely.
The next day, around lunch time, things had managed to sour even more.
As it turned out, Shark’s mother was none too happy about him staying in the hospital. It wasn’t out of concern for her son’s health, but rather how much the hospital bills were going to cost.
Even now, Shark could hear his parents out in the hallway, bickering over medical bills. Dennis was trying to convince Silver that the precautions taken were necessary, but Silver protested that it was all a waste of money.
“Silver, please! He’s got a bad case of influenza! You want to risk infecting the whole household with it?”
By the time it was three o’clock, Shark was practically bedridden. He was at least grateful for his father bringing up things he could entertain himself with.
Now Shark was pulling out yet another DVD after watching the whole thing, all while trying not to knock any of his books onto the floor. He then held up two more cases while debating which one to watch next.
“What am I in the mood to watch now?” He asked himself in a voice strained by illness.
A scratchy, yet pleasant sensation was what brought Shark out of slumber the next morning.
He could feel Sinbad nuzzling against the back of his neck. It was sad that he had to make him stop.
“Mornin, Sinbad,” Shark ended up mumbling to him. Right away, Sinbad quit what he was doing.
Later that evening, Shark was still reading as he was taking a bath. He made sure not to get his new book all wet, by using a footstool as a makeshift table.
Somewhere outside, he could hear his mother drunkenly singing off-key, which made him cringe and cover his ears. He was at least thankful he locked the door so she couldn’t get in.
Gently setting his book onto the footstool, Shark tried to sink deeper into the hot water. Hopefully he could stay in there until Silver passed out somewhere in the house.
(Note: Homophobic slurs used at some point)
Although it was just the beginning of November, the Christmas decorations were already out.
Shark looked over a package of Starburst flavored candy canes, as he heard Sinbad’s voice in the aisle next to him.
“Yeah, I got them. I’m telling you, Amy, you gotta be more careful next time! Something called birth control? Maybe use it-eh? What?” He was presumably talking into his phone as he walked by.
The rest of Sinbad’s house was still cold, and now just a little bit gloomy.
Shark had wanted to go sleep in the other bedroom, but there was no telling when Sinbad’s roommate would be home.
He also didn’t want to sleep in a bed full of piss.
(Warning! Disgusting implications, possible OOC, and a traumatic C-section! Seriously, this chapter will most likely have a rushed feeling to it, and suffered for it!)
Silver looked up at her son entering the room, with a haunting look on her face. Her eyes followed him as he slowly approached the table she was sitting at.
Most would often show signs of improvement after an extended period of sobriety. Silver was not one of those people. Then again, she could also have attributed her poor condition to the life currently growing inside of her.
(WARNING! More torture, vile insults, and some other things that should not be said in polite company, if ever)