Childish Tendencies

(Un)Wanted Encounter

Mia

"You could have died, " I screamed at the brunette cowering in front of me.

"I like it when you're angry, it's hot," she flinched, uncertainty prominent in her voice.

"Who told you to drive so fucking fast?!" I screeched.

"Sorry, sorry," she cowered away from me, "I wasn't that unsafe."

"Unsafe enough that it got you to a hospital!" I pointed at her broken leg, rolling my eyes.

"You're not supposed to be shouting at me when I'm hurt!" she screamed back, all of a sudden.

"We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your stupid antics!" I exasperated.

"I was just trying to get to Fae.." Her voice dropped as she gave me a guilty look.

I sighed and sat at the edge of her bed, "hey, there's a history between Fae and you, you don't have to be guilty about it. I totally get it if you, you know, forgive her and wanna get back and all, I mean you are having her baby.."

"Woah, woah, calm your titties woman. I was not thinking of getting back together with her. I just, I just went to her because I, I found out the gender of the baby."

"The gender?" I gasped.

"Yeah.." she nodded, "I wanted to tell her first, cause I thought she had a right to know.. it is her baby."

"Yes, ofcourse," I nodded, processing what she'd just said, "you should call her and tell her, I can leave."

She nodded, smiling while grabbing the cell phone near her hospital bed. I kissed her lightly on the cheek before taking my leave.

The hallways in the hospital reminded my shockingly of my time in Prison. Same overly clean floor, same stench of detergent and doctors gloves. It all seemed so familiar that for some reason, it reminded me strangely of the time I'd escaped or tried to.

In the Prison, time was a notion not many could keep track of. Minutes, hours, seconds, all seemed endless and all for the sheer reason that we had nothing to look forward to, or strive for, or hope. All we knew, all we could think about, was the reality of the hard bed that bounded us to the four walls that was our first barrier to the outside world. It pained me, wrecked me, but for some reason, when I did have the opportunity to escape, I was unable to.

Jake's face blocks the blinding light.

"Let's go," he whispers. I look at him, confused. I have no idea what he's doing here. I hear him shuffle backwards into the dark room.

"You know I can't leave," my voice breaks, "even if I want to." He and tells me to raise my hand. I do as I'm told, and to my surprise, I'm free. Jake helps me off the bed. I feel the cold floor under my feet. He hands me his arm, prompting me to walk forward.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Out of here, into the normal world. C'mon." I look at him. Normal. Normal.
"I won't go," I look at him close-up in the eyes.
"What?" he asks. "I thought you wanted to get out." I shake my head again. Normal.

"C'mon Nora. You've wanted to get out for months." His eyes plead. Normal.

"Look, I got you in here, I'm going to get you out." He grabs my arms. Normal. Normal.
He pulls me forwards dropping me into his open arms. Carrying me like a baby, he walks towards the door. I smell the fresh air outside, the shattering aura of normalness with the ever-too-happy nurses, droopy desk attendants and scheming doctors. I smell the normal fresh air outside.

"Drop me and run," I warn Jake. He looks at me in bewilderment as I begin to scream. I scream louder every time, tears forming in my eyes. I can hear the footsteps of the nurses outside. Jake drops me onto the hard bed.

"What's wrong with you? I can't believe you want to stay in prison," spitting the words and backing away. My screams grow louder, making the metal bed under me shake. Jake disappears just as the nurse injects me.

Normality is my prison.

***

I stood in the endless line in the cafeteria of the hospital, waiting to buy a pastry. The woman in front of me was immensely pregnant as she rubbed her protruding stomach and breathed lowly. She wore a long floral gown and her fiery hair was tied in a careless bun on the top of her head. The man in front of her looked nervously towards her every time she took a step forward as if she had cooties he didn't want. He repeatedly brushed his mustache with a tiny comb that he kept in his shirt pocket on his left side. In front of him, stood a teenage couple, entangled into each other's arms.

There was no telling who stood in front of them, but it felt like an endless swish of waiting.

I ran my hands through my hair, standing on my tippy-toes to see just how long the line was but all I could see were a mass of heads with mostly blonde hair.

"N-Nora?"

I drop to the floor, searching frantically for the person who called me by a name I hadn't been called for more than five years.

My eyes met his and for a minute I thought I was being delusion.

"Nora? It is you, isn't it?" His voice broke into my bewilderment.

"Jake."

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