19 year old Cj is holding the body hostage. She cuts, she burns, she smokes a pack of cigarettes a day even though the body had cancer two years ago. She doesn’t care. The others are playthings to her. In fact, she insists no one is real. The are toys, things. Objects for entertainment. Her versions off christians and lions in an amphitheatre.
Not long ago she was a stable member who helped out in tough situations by watching over the more demanding kids. Her role generally is to handle stressful hospitalizations, for which she was created many years ago.
But now she is renegade, wreaking havoc on the body, alienating people in the system, scaring kid. Engaging in destructive behavior. She lurks in others consciousness and peeks out to insert her foul mouth, her fuck you attitude.
She pushes every button the therapist has and it’s going to land us in the hospital if the rest of us can’t do something about. When she figured out one of us needed to stay with her to protect the rest, she flipped out, walked out on therapy and did more cutting, now on the face. Sometimes 27 against one isn’t such a good thing.
The smart ass needs a bitch slap. Or a hug.
UBUNTU: i am/we are 