Chapter 16:
A social worker saw me, looking back, I know this is pretty stupid but I was pretty worked up. I asked her to get a hold of my "mom" (still deluded enough to believe she could've been my mom then). I gave her her address. simona came and visited me, she brought me a little ceasers pizza. I asked why we got seperated in the store, she said that she just went back to the apartment and though that I'd just leave and walk across the street when I was done shopping. I was like, okaaay.
She told me that she couldn't have me living there at her apartment, I told her I don't have any place to go. She said what about your dad? I said I'm through with him. The socail worker said that there's a facility called bridgeway that may take me, I told her. "Bridge way!" She got all excited and drew a crude smily face and a rainbow on a small piece of ppaper, or the card, that she handed to me. That's it, youre going to bridgeway!"
Visiting time was up before I could even finish the pizza and when the social worker saw me. She said bridgeway wouldn't accept me, but that a place called gaslight manor might. In Lebbanon, MO. I was sent there shortly after. A worker there said they had a charger that fit my
phone, my "moms" (not my mom)s phone, so I gladly accepted it. There wasn't much to do in the gaslight manor but lay on the bed and come when called to the cafateria. We weren't allowed to leave the property at all because of covid, it was mid spring, I think? 2021 at this point. I was able to order some pizza pretty often with the money I had with me, for what ever reason, the paper work didn't go through for me to be paying to stay there. I walked around the facility not often but occasionally, I spent most of my time in bed looking up vore and, although I didn't know the term at the time, foalcon. I found a bible with a picture of a sailboat on it, "that ship has sailed" probably, looking back in hindsight, but I still thought, well, I could've been child trafficked, David could not be my dad, simona could not be my mom. Lots of "coulds". My name might not be Steven, but what ever it was, how the hell was I supposed to find it out? I read the bible, spicifically the new testament, occasionally, you can't masturbate to vore forever unfortuantely. I saw a drunk guy get tazed by a cop in the cafateria, that was something. One day at the gaslight manor was kind of scary, I got up, went to the cafeteria line, and for 5 seconds I completely lost all eyesight, I yelled "I can't see!" and then slowly, colorfully and blurrily my vision came back and whatever dizzyness that accompanied it went away too. Some workers had already called an ambulance, I don't remember if I told them if I was fine,or if I just wanted this to play out so I could get some different scenery at this point. Either way, I ended up at the hospital in Lebbanon for a day, physical, not mental.I got some chickenstrips and fries, it was nice. I even had my wallet with me so I ignored the stupid covid
rules while I could and walked to a kum and go I saw down the hill. The chocolate milk and white cheddar cheetos were fantastic.
 
I'm ashamed to admit this, I should've fucking known better after all I'd been through but the gaslight manor was closing down, just a little over a month after I had gotten there, synchronicty showed me this prince whateverer song "fan the flame".
And with no one else to turn to, again, I called david. His number to this day is the only one I have stored in memory, he's had it since forever, ... probably not before augest 23 1992 though! When my birth and name records were altered! anyways. He instantly took to being all friendly again and wanted me to watch bo burnhams "inside". he gave me his netflix account password so I could watch it on my phone.
When david got to gaslight manor 3 days before closing time, he gave me a monster energy drink and a water, he knew I liked monster.
When he brought me to the house, the same house I felt the fucking devil in not less than half a year earlier,
 I felt no demonic energy, there were no negative syncronicites. He just wanted me to stay on medication again, I said LIGHT. Light medication. I didn't want a repeat of that 800 mg cyroquil crap.