[ WP ] The only , and deranged , live man on the planet does n't know that he lives among mannequins . Start with the line , `` They do n't usually answer back to what I say . ''

They don ’ t usually answer back to what I say. They don ’ t have to; I know what they ’ re thinking. Every last one of those fuckers. They glare at me when I walk by. They glare at me as I wait on the bus bench. They glare at me as I sit at home watching the news. “ Yeah? ” I scream at one of them. “ Why don ’ t you take a goddam picture? ” I turned and walked away. “ Piece of shit, ” I muttered under my breath. They were thinking cruel things. Evil, hurtful things about me. They think they know me? They think they ’ re better than I am? Like hell they are. I pluck the wooden baseball bat out of the kid ’ s hand – like taking candy from a baby – and storm back to Frank. Frank, who has the nerve to criticize my useless life. I ’ ll show him useless. I felt his skull dent as the bat snapped in half. That ’ ll show him. 
 
 But she was watching. Jeanette saw what I had done. No. “ Hi Jeanette, ” I stammered. “ Lovely day, isn ’ t it? ” She glared at me coldly. “ Sorry you had to see that baby. You know how it is. ” She nodded at me. Why don ’ t you just speak? I approached her remorsefully, my arms open. She collapsed into them, and I hugged her closely. I felt myself grow. I knew that she loved me. I loved her daily – like clockwork, I loved her at the same time every day. Sometimes she even kissed me back. And tomorrow we were going to run away together. 
 
 I woke up the next morning. I was eager for tomorrow, to run away with her. But I heard their voices in my head. Alan was telling me that Frank was going to fight back. That he was going to come after me. “ Thanks for the heads up, Alan, ” I said. I walked back to that goddam sonofabitch. And I felt their glares. Why would they never leave me alone? Please, leave me alone. “ Not today, Frank, ” I muttered, as I took the wooden bat from the kid ’ s hand. 

