time is money

"please stop, you're hurting me"

3 officers shoved me into a room. they handcuffed me to the table.
" Now, you have 8 seconds to tell me where the money is before i bring my boss in, young lady"
i kept quiet. i couldnt tell them even if i wanted to. i promised gen.
i knew they could see the desperation to leave in my eyes. they knew i had the money.
suddenly the boss came in with a giant bucket of water. he took me by the hair and shoved my face in the water for which felt like 30 seconds.
the coolness of the water awoke me but i was gasping for fresh air. he pulled me out and then dunked me back in again. the second time felt weird. i could feel some type of liquid burning my face, like something eating it.
when he took me out again he got a mirror and put it directly in front of my face. i looked up and saw the flesh from both my cheeks being exposed. blood was pouring from my scalp. the water was acidic. i laughed and then dunked my head back in the acidic water. i rather burn i screamed.

coin operated boy

i like to think i am somewhat special. i want to feel special. other people are special, so why cant i be. i do not feel special. but that is what my mother calls me. she had her angry face on today. she told me it was because i had dropped the plate because i did not like the colours on the plate. the colours were orange and green. they made me feel uncomfortable. i told her sorry because i did not mean to drop it. i went back to my room and thought about how i am special. but i am not a good special  neither am i a bad special. i do know what i am good in and that is math and science. i do well in those. i am special because i have the asperger's syndrome and i do not mind having this.