Room One-Three-Ow : #5 - Farewell The Ashtray Girl

Dee smiled her sweetest and explained, 'Dear, you are his mind.'

I wanted Dee to repeat what she said.

I'm a what?

What was Dee suggesting? What did she meant by that?

I'm not real? How could that be? I hacked a sneeze. I'm real. I know I am. I must be real. I ought to be real.

'Look, you can spend the whole day quoting Descartes' shite after when we're done with you.' promised Dee with ever a smile.

'What... what? What are you going to do' I asked.

'We need your surrender.' Grinned Schizo, baring his lithium teeth.

'I... me? How do I do that?' I asked.

'Just take my hand and agree to it.' Coaxed Dee. 'And you'll be forever in a safe place.'

'Where?'

'In her arms.' Smiled Dee.

'Who? You?'

'No sillykins, I will be too busy running this body. You will be with your ashtray girl.' Winked Dee.

'Oh. What will happen to Ang Wei Kiat then? What would you do with him?'

'Many wonderful things. The sole reason why we didn't rid him the way like the others, was that he has potential for great stuff, higher level of destruction. His threshold for madness is low, while its capacity is infinite. His obedience to his delirium will be his greatest servitude to further the doom of many more around him. We can do so much better than you. All you ever was, was to whine and swing between delusional narcissism and the bowels of melancholia.'

'I... I...' Seriously I don't know what to say anymore but only to cross my fingers and hope I could wake up from this very overdue nightmare.

'Just take my hand.' Said Dee as she extends her silky arm, laundering down the axis of the open palms.

'How could I? You are going to destroy him.' I pleaded.

'No. You are the one destroying him. You know that. You suck at what you do. Now playtime is over, Wei Kiat needs to be cared by professionals.'

'What will happen next?'

'I like how your mind work, excuse the pun.' Dee smiled. 'Schizophrenia will replace you in room 130. Then... woo! I'm so turn on just by thinking all those parties!'

For the first time in my life, I kept my silence. It was somehow a relief more than anything else. I was going to shoot myself in the head sooner or later. It's nice to know I'm not the one committing to fuck it up in the end just because I had to. Let somebody else do all the dirty work. A rest seemed very tempting at this moment. Just imagine the peace.

I took my red uniform and passed over to Dee. I kissed her on the cheek. And then I left with Schizo.

Schizo, despite missing his eyes and many important facial features or that he just killed the only two persons I ever knew was really kind to me. We took the lift to a level up. We went to a unit.

'This is the room which leaked over yours.' He offered.

I opened the door. The room was spartan. A large heart-shaped box laid in the middle of the room. Water ran along the edge of the lid and dripped to the damp carpet. Somehow I knew instantly they were more than just water.

'His heart's been crying? Is it not?' I asked.

'You know him better than I do.' Schizo commented. He went over the heart-shaped box and pulled open the lid. There was a staircase inside its red interior.

'This will be your asylum.' Stated Schizo coolly. 'In there, you'll find what you have been seeking for all your life.'

I nodded, bid the brute goodbye and climbed into the heart-shaped box. Schizo offered me his cigar, telling me I would need it and closed the lid over me.

I sat down in the red darkness with only the light of the cigar's glow. I felt I'm sitting onto something and reached for it. It was the ashtray I was looking for.

I remembered who that ashtray girl was.

I remembered every aspect of her, her angelic smell, her smiles and her lovely eyes.

And I will remember that forever.

The cigar burnt out and everywhere went dark.

I held the ashtray close to my heart.


The End.