Infestation

City Highlights

"Dammit" that's all I could think about as I looked at my aunts farm cabin. This was going to be my home now until my parents got released from the boarder...if they ever got released...fuck...the boarder. How could I forget...how could I be so thoughtless and spineless it just happened a couple of hours ago...how could I have just forgotten. Looking back and seeing my parents following closely behind me, making sure we avoided every street light and stopping occasionally behind a parked car whenever a patrol unit drove by...and foolishly thinking to myself " we're gonna make it, we're so close! All those stories about hounds being released on whole families, people being brutally beaten in the street; those stories weren't true...we are the exception." To hiding in a desert bush holding your breath, quietly watching as your family is being attacked and detained, making sure to ignore that lump in throat because if you don't than you'll start to cry and your caught too. Your a couple of yards away from your family being attacked and beaten. Blood splatters onto the ground in front of your face and you don't know which member it belongs to. Have you ever filled your ears with sand to drown out your families screaming? You hear ever slap, punch,cry and scream. All while you hide and remain quiet. I felt mixed up. I felt how the morning sky looked. The deep purple puffy sky with a hint of beautiful indigo suede ness now being abruptly obliterated by the flames of the neon orange sun rising. The feeling of drastic change from "we got this" to "oh shit" as you realize your walking into an ambush is a swift blow to your fragile state of mind and is enough to make anyone lose control of their bowels. I wanted to fight and I didn't. Yell but I didn't. And now seeing my aunts cabin. The big beautiful open sky, the immense sense of freedom. Not a single caution police tape insight. No mandatory curfews being passed off as the "it's for your protection" bullshit propaganda. No air raids that now plaque our urban skies. We thought they were spraying the minor fields but they were spraying us the whole time. That's what brought on the vaccine war, and the outbreak of diseases that called for the cities to be "contained" Being here now. I wanted to cry. From happiness from joy. This was a second chance at life this was a new beginning. A possibility to be part of the change that would make a difference in the future. But I refused to cry. If I was going to cry it was going to be a war cry of victory. I wasn't going to cry from this weakest point in my life. No, I was going to cry holding my family and sharing this beautiful fucking picturesque moment with them as we had intended from the beginning. I was mad. I wanted to break something. Make something feel pain like I did. Break it under my fist and see it crumble to dust. Return Dust to dust...now return to that, bitch. My aunt pulled up to her property but didn't pull up her driveway. I guess she was trying to give me time to take it all in which only made it more awkward. Just show me to my room and let me plot in peace. She tried to comfort me and give me a hug but I could see she was still in shock and sad as-well, I think my face must've told her I didn't want to talk either because as soon as she reached over to hug me she stopped and returned her hands to the steering wheel. I was trying to make out the outside of her property and home. I remember visiting it once when I was a little kid when her husband, my uncle died, but I was 3 and didn't remember much of it if any. I could make out a couple of cactuses but that was it, it was hella dark still. Right outside my window was her mailbox. It was a thin black squared mailbox. It's lid was rusted open and the once bright plastic red flag was now chipped and warped. It sat barbed wired on a crooked post. It looked like she hadn't checked it in a couple of weeks because it had a shit ton of mail hanging out of it. I started to bite my nails which I immediately regretted because I got a mouth full of sand, blood and whatever else shit was under them. I could see now that the front door of the cabin was a faded mint green and hung a little of balance. I liked that, it gave the cabin some character I thought. After sitting in silence for like 20 mins my aunt turns on her Plymouth deluxe and slowly goes up the sandy gravely long narrow driveway. Dust started to rise on both sides of the car. She didn't have a garage or carport. She just parked the car right next to the concrete steps that led to the side entrance of her cabin. The side door was white and had a busted screen door in front. She parked... "well...this is home it's not much but it's home" she said humbly and softly... " no it's perfect" I said " thank you" "don't even mention it, it's what family does" she replied as she lend forward to pull the trunk release button. She hobbled out of her side and up the steps. " no need to open the screen just put your hand thru it."...she laughed to herself. I open my door slowly, and slowly started to slink out of the car. That's when Humberto my aunts fat beagle jumped on me and started to lick my muddy tear stained cheeks, pushing me back into the seat. I smiled. That feeling of happiness seemed like a foreign feeling now. I push him back. "Humberto get inside!" my aunt yelled. The fat dog sighed and jumped off, waddle to the steps, pausing at each one just before hauling ass inside. I started to get back out the car, again, and went around to the trunk. One little luggage. There were suppose to be 4 and all I see is one little mustard colored leather luggage. The bronze clasp reflecting the suns rays and reactivating the sting in my eyes from tears, lack of sleep and pepper spray. I pulled the handle the luggage felt heavier. I put the luggage standing up, down to my right and closed the trunk. I put my hands in my front jean pockets, leaned against the car and look up. Wincing at the sudden intense blueness of the sky...I breathed in deeply and exhaled loudly... " Roswell, New Mexico...I bet nothing strange happens here."