Me, Myself and I

Contributor: Christopher E. Long - - Pete lies atop a plastic mattress cover on a bed. He’s in a fetal position and the flap is open in the back of his hospital gown. His body is deflated like a balloon, and he has dark circles around his bloodshot eyes. There’s a four-leaf clover tattoo on his neck, which is pretty ironic because Pete feels like the unluckiest person alive. The only light in the room comes from under the door, illuminating the drain in the middle of the tiled floor where human fluids are washed away. “You look like shit.” Pete turns his head toward the steel door, but nobody is there. His arms strain under his weight as he pushes himself up. “Hello?” A teen-ager steps out of the darkness, wearing ripped jeans, a flannel shirt, and a patch of peach fuzz on his chubby face. “You’re a mess.” Mustering all his strength,...
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