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Cutting Sixxis, Chapter 1: You don’t Belong

Rufus Ryan

    After the jury reached their verdict, the “honorable” Judge Bukowski addressed me. “Ronimus, the jury has found you not guilty, because they believe that you were insane when you attacked the victim. Therefore, I am required by law, to send you to a mental hospital. Where you will have to stay until a psychiatrist convinces me that you won’t attack people who call you names.” He shook his head. “You don’t belong in my society, Ronimus.”
    Bukowski stopped talking; he just glared at me for a few moments. Then he continued. “I truly feel sad for you and your family. And I just wish that your mental illness could have been cured before you—”
    I abruptly stood up. “THERE IS NO CURE FOR MY RAGE!”
    Bukowski started banging his gavel. “ORDER IN THE COURT! ORDER IN MY COURT!”
    Bukowski was showing everybody in the courtroom that he clearly had anger issues, too. And I just laughed as I thought about his temper.
    Bukowski banged his gavel a few more times. “Stop laughing, Ronimus! And don’t interrupt me again!”
    Bukowski pointed at the identical twin brothers: the sheriff deputies that took me to the courthouse for all my hearings. Roy and Ray grabbed my arms and forced me to sit in my chair. With their hands still on my shoulders, I gave both of them a “fuck-you” smile. They responded with a “we’ll-get-you-later-fucker” smile.
    I turned my attention back to the judge. I grinned at Bukowski. He shook his head. “Ronimus, you severely beat an innocent man for no reason. And I think—”
    “FUCK THAT!” I stood up. “He hurt me with his words. He called me—”
    The power-tripping bailiff, Ray, silenced me by using his dirty hand to cover my mouth. Then Roy wrapped his arms around my torso. Bukowski stood up from his throne. “RONIMUS! I told you not to interrupt me again! Now let me FINISH!”
    With Ray’s hand still covering my mouth, I nodded my head as I made eye contact with Bukowski.
    Ray removed his hand from my mouth, and Roy released his grip on me. Roy told me to sit down, and Ray told me to shut up. I obeyed their commands. Then I grinned at Bukowski. “Sorry, Your Honor.”
    With disgust on his face, Bukowski shook his head. “There are no excuses for what you did to that innocent man. But unfortunately, under the law, your behavior is excusable.” He cleared his throat. “If I had my way, you’d be going to PRISON! But I don’t, so I am sending you to an institution called Nobla.” He took a drink from his cup; that I suspected had alcohol in it. “Your mind may be sick, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to violently attack people. You have been arrested over and over for fighting, but this time you almost killed a man. And because of your actions, I’m taking your freedom and liberty away from you. And though I am disgusted by what you did, I sincerely hope that you get the help you need at the hospital. So you can return to society as a productive citizen, and not as the same violent criminal that you are now. Do you have anything to say for yourself, Ronimus?”
    I let out a loud, annoying laugh. “Yes...yes I do, Your Honor.” I grinned. “AHHHHHHHH!”
    Roy and Ray quickly shut me up and subdued me. Bukowski banged his gavel repeatedly. Then he yelled at me. “RONIMUS! STOP YELLING!”
    With laughter in my mind, and with my eyes looking at Bukowski, I nodded my head. Bukowski motioned to Roy and Ray, and they took their hands off of me. I sneered at Roy and Ray. Then I turned my attention to Bukowski. I smiled. “Judge Bukowski, Your Honor. I don’t give a fuck if you send me to the hospital for the rest of my—”
    Before I could finish my sentence, Ray’s dirty hand covered my mouth. Then Roy and Ray started to escort me out of the court room. But right before I was almost out of the court room, Bukowski ordered them to bring me back to the defense table.
    With Ray’s dirty hand still over my mouth, Roy and Ray dragged me back to my chair. Ray whispered in my ear, “If you disrespect the judge again, I’ll rip you out of this chair and drag you out of here by your feet. And later on I’ll kick the shit out of you.”
    Ray took his hands off my mouth; then he smiled at Bukowski. Under my breath, I said, “You’d probably like to drag me out of here by my prick.”
    “What did you say!” snapped Ray.
    “I SAID...you probably would like to show me a magic trick.”
    Ray put his hands on my shoulders. “Stop trying to be funny. Just chill out, Ronimus. Got it?”
    I laughed. “Yeah, I got it.”
    I smiled at Bukowski. He shook his head. “Ronimus, take that stupid smile off of your face and listen up. I am going to let you finish what you wanted to say. BUT, if you disrespect me again, you’re out of here, bud!”
    I took the smile off my face. “That’s fair Your Honor.” I grinned. “I don’t care if you send me to the hospital for the rest of my life, because I don’t want to return to your society that’s full of inconsiderate, greedy sociopaths who don’t care about anybody but themselves. And here you are, doing what you do for a living, taking freedom away from people. Well, I don’t really care if you take mine away. Because there is not a lot of freedom in the free world anyway. At least not in the societies that you and your people control. I want to live in the mental hospital. So, I’m denying you the satisfaction that you’re used to getting when you take away someone’s freedom. Take my freedom and liberty and shove it up—”
    Ray covered my mouth with his hand. Bukowski’s face turned red as he banged his gavel; he looked like he was going to explode. He said, “You don’t care if I take away your freedom, huh!” He shook his head. “Balls!”
    Judge Bukowski got up off his throne and he started walking towards his chambers. As he walked away, he ordered Roy and Ray to remove me from the court room.
    After I was taken from the courtroom, Roy and Ray put handcuffs and leg shackles on me. While they were putting on the shackles, a beautiful woman wearing a skirt-suit walked by us. Roy looked at her; then he looked at Ray. Roy said, “I’d eat the corn out of her shit.”
    “So would I,” said Ray.
    I laughed. “I think you guys should be the ones getting locked up in a mental hospital.” I shook my head. “You sick fucks.”
    Ray punched me in the stomach. “Shut up, Whitey!”
    Though I could barely breath, I was still able to kick Ray in the leg. Ray pulled his baton from his belt ring. “You son-of-a-bitch!”
    Roy put his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Not now, brother. Not here!”
    Roy and Ray took me outside and loaded me into a van. We left the courthouse and started heading towards Nobla: the oldest mental hospital in the state of Oregon.

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    When we got to Nobla, Roy and Ray dragged me towards the hospital’s entrance. As I was dragged along, I looked at my new home and its surroundings. The exterior of the mansion was ugly. The only beauty I saw was nature’s; the trees, bushes, and flower gardens that were everywhere around the property.
    Despite what I told Judge Bukowski, I really didn’t want to be locked up in a hospital. Especially, because I knew I would be there for an undetermined amount of time. Which was a scary reality to me; I knew it would be like life: I wouldn’t know when it would end.

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