The Deconstruction of Trisha Trousseau 1

Trisha had no control of her thoughts. She was in an isolated room of an insane ward. She looked up and she kept on staring at the light. It seemed as though she could reach God through the asshole of the lightbulb.

A clock appeared in her head and it kept on going on and on. She began to shake a little. She was sweating. She felt exhausted and she wondered who she was.

everyone had declared her insane. Jason Kang was an outstanding citizen. There was no alternative fuel. they had accused her of lying her pants off just to get some attention. the cia had no record of her. chopin industries thought she was just an insane person asking for a job.

who was she? did she exist. trisha bit her arm as hard as she could. it didn't hurt. it left a mark though. where was god? was she god? Was she God? she looked at the lightbulb once again and got up on all twos. it seemed to breath. it was so alive. she  tried to listen to what the lightbulb was saying.

trisha

trisha

what lightbulb?

come back to your roots.

come back to your roots.

fuck you fuck you fuck you FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! then, she began to laugh deliriously.

then someone came out of the lightbulb.

Jim?

Yeah.

what are you doing here?

just thinking?

Jim, what happens after the end? Do all the children die in the summer rain?

don't know. stoned.

jim disappeared.

Jesus came down from the lightbulb.

"Believe in me and abide in me."

people can say the cruelest things with the nicest accents, she thought.

trisha began to just walk around the room. Sometimes, she tried to scale the wall like a blonde.