PermaLurker

Here I am in my little space, just sitting here. The TV is on, but the channel is nothing but static. The sink is full of dishes that need to be washed. My bookshelf is toppled over, books all over the floor. The heater isn't working, it's very cold here. But this is fine. I can live with this. "Can you really, Rickafat?" No... "This is a mess, Rickafat. Just like you." Go away... I'm not even turning up to look, I know that voice, and know who it is. Some stupid teenage kid with nothing better to do. Someone I haven't seen in years, but there he is, just the same as he ever was. "He's right, you should pick this place up. It's almost as bad as you are." A girl's voice, from behind me. Leave me alone... "Or is the baby too scared to do anything?!" Her friend too? Please no...just go away... "What kind of a wimp are you? You don't even fight back, you just take it! Even girls can beat you up!" Now he's here? All three of them. How can I fight back when I'm outnumbered and