Hearing Voices Inside Your Head?

Habang ako ay nagpapatugtog ng isang lumang kantang may pamagat na "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" sa bersyon ng The Starting Line, biglang nag-materialize 'tong wirdong couple at nag-umpisang magtalo. Wala akong ibang nagawa kundi ang makinig sa kanilang kwento.

* D E A D A I R *

You know I'm crazy.

Aren't we all?
I mean, mental. I've just been out of rehab. You know, I had problems with depression...

Earth to psycho!
What??
Are you talking to that invisible friend of yours again?
No. I just wanted this fact be passed on to you.
Well, too bad, my brain's damaged. Can't process it.
Oh yeah, right. I'm sorry.
Stop that shit. The world's not sorry for us.
It's our fault, you know.
No, it's fucking not. This world should've been a better place.
Dear, you're not God.
No. Of course not. I can't even play the guitar.

* D E A D A I R *

She didn't like him because he can't play the guitar.

If I could I wouldn't be here.

Why not?

I would have lived outside. Besides, I'd be too cool to waste my time talking to you.

That's how they ended up together, back in the rehab when they first met two years ago. She was lonely. He was angry. Both took pills of the same brand, on the same night at the same street address in their rented apartments which are, coincidentally, both four blocks away from the Institute.

She was the first to arrive in the ER. Her classmate who was supposedly meeting her up for a study session stumbled upon her at the doorstep. She called the 911. Forty-five minutes later, the ambulance arrived bringing him in, with his roommate, who had found him unconscious in the tub.

They spent six-and-a-half months inside. She was forced to drop her classes. He quit his job. They shared their new-found haven in the medical library located on the west wing of the Institute. At first, it was only he who'd read. She was never fond of science. She'd just sit there to pass the time until the nurse calls them for a routine checkup.

* D E A D A I R *

You aren't smoking. He throws an accusing look on her as she lit the cigar dangling from her mouth.

She shrugs off, No.

He grabs the cigar and throws it out. Into the fountain. They are in Central Park now. It's a lazy Sunday afternoon.

What the hell did you that for?

Stop this shit. You're ruining our date.

* D E A D A I R *