STRANIERA

Part 20

A smell from a mile away irritates my nose. I move my nose up and down ,to scratch it.A fly starts buzzing around my ear and comes sits on my nose,out of reaction I slap my nose with the need to slap the fly.

"Easy there ,girl."

I scratch my nose and open my eyes. "Who are you and can I help you?" "Well if you don't  want to pay your own medical bill , I will advice you to keep your questions for yourself and leave that up to me ,so that I can fill in these papers and we can leave." 

The guy with the hand tattoo sits on a chair next to the drip thats needle is stinging into my right arm. He is still in a black suit ,he has a clipboard in his hand and his right legs feet resting on his left knee. "I'm not going anywhere with you." "Well , maybe you should've thought of that before you fainted and didn't make a run for it.''  "You would've shot me!" I protest. "Would not." I just glare at him. He stands up and put a spare of new glasses on my face. How did he get a new one this fast,how long have I've been out? He takes his position back in the chair.

"Name?" 

I glare at him. I take a breather and answer the question.

"Valida."

"Fullname." He looks up and glare at me.

"Don't glare at me,you just asked for my name,how should I smell you want my surname as well. Then you ask , 'Name and surname?' Which is, Valida Van Schoor.''

"Married,single or divorce?"

"Do you see a wedding ring?"

"Fuck,you're cocky."

"Thanks."

"I'm going for divorce. I guess your parents paid him to marry you and then he paid that money back to you so that you would just divorce him."

"Single." I just state.

"With that mouth ,no wonder."

"Birth date?"

" Two May 2000"

"Address?"

"Ghost town."

"Sorry?"

"Nothing, 56 Dorthey Avenue , Canada."

"Phone number?"

"I lost it ,so not applicable." 

"Allergic to anything?"

"Yes , you."

"Ha-ha-ha." He says sarcastically. 

"Medicine you're on?"

" Alprazola and Activans "

"Medical aid?"

"Discovery."

"ID number?"

"20050205050471."

"Siblings?"

"Daniel Van Schoor."

"His address?"

"Six feet underground and I don't want to talk about my parents so make something up."

"So do you have a brother or not?"

"Had." 

He stop with his questions and I get up in a sitting position. I stare at his hands. Both has tattoo's on it. On his left  hand he has a basic skeleton hand on with a small butterfly sitting on it and on his right hand he only has a small normal rose ,the stump beginning at the top of his knuckled on his index finger. I wouldn't say it is longer than five centimeter.I wonder if he has notice mine, it's  on my wrist and it's small so I doubt.

"Can we please leave?" I ask with a low voice tone.I really do want to leave. "How do you feel?" "Fine, I promise.I want to go home." "Luv,you live in Canada we are in Afric a." I just look at him, 'till he gave. "I live in New York, come." "Why can't you take me to Canada?" "Because I'm holding you hostage." "Excuse me?" "You hear me?" "Why?" "Because I saved you." "From what?" "Being deported , raped , rotten to death or feed alive to sharks. You owe me." "Owe you what ? " "A date." "Your fucking crazy dude." "Rule number one never call me that again." "Dude." "You're so childish." So I choose to stick out my tongue. "Coming?" he ask holding out his hand. "How do I know your not going to rape,or kill me in silents?" Why am I even considering this? Because I'm mental and haven't taken my meds in days. "Faith." Faith ,the five words I  told my mom ,and look how that turned out. I just give him a question mark eyebrow. "Let me guess, you're the type of girl that believes in pinky promises. "You meen soul promises?" "Whatever pip squeak." He hold out his pinky and look at my hand with my tattoo on it. I give him my pinky and we make a soul promise. My brother died in suffering , I might as well do to.  "Get a nurse." "Good girl." "Say that sentence ever again and I will kill myself before you ever get a chance." He just nods and get the nurse. She comes and starts to remove the drip. "What's your name even?" "You're a mystery, 'till you're not." He winks at me and ends it off with a smirk.