Ward B

"Cheater, cheater, cheater."
"I ain't no cheater."
"Yes, yes, you are a cheater. Let's play dice."
"Nobody calls me a cheater and gets away alive."
"You're not a cheater, you're a liar, liar, liar. Play dice, play dice."
"That's enough."
Poker man jumps out of his orange plastic chair flipping it over backwards. He starts to bang the table with his fists. Cards and dice scatter all over the stained brown carpet. Poker man starts to cry.
"Baby, baby, look at the baby cry."
This scene unfolds right before my alpha eyes. I can see all from my special corner space. I try to escape farther back into the corner. I can't. It's a trap. Somebody is trying to keep me out of the walls. Huddling in the corner I feel the warm wet liquid dripping down my legs. It colors my yellow pants darker. The liquid spreads out onto the floor. The strong urine odor catches attention from the enemy.
The large blob dressed in non-white advances to my hiding place. I try in vain to ease my body into the partitions. Sweat pours down my nose. She's getting closer. It's not sweat. It's tears just like the poker man had.
"I don't want to be like the poker man," my mouth says.
Hurry, hurry hide before she catches you. Slowly my body enters the wall and conceals itself. I'm safe inside the wall, they can't get to me. I can see out but they can't see in.