SIX DOORS

Ol'man

It had taken awhile to get used to the bike. I'd fallen more times than I can count, but each time, I got right back on it. I had bruises on my legs, arms and a couple scratches on my face and back too.

With each attempt I failed, I'd look around to see if anyone saw. The funny part was I was wearing a hideous hospital dress with nothing but underwear and boots. Anyone who saw me in my condition would have thought I escaped a nut house.

The road I'd been on led me to the city. Expensive towers looked down on me and I could feel every eye on me. I pressed on the gas until I stopped at a gas station. The tank was full but I was pretty sure there was a washroom somewhere in the station.

I pulled the keys out and got off the bike, I grabbed the duffle bag and headed towards the gas station.

A bell rang startling the old guy who had fallen asleep behind the register. A mischievous smile played on his lips, i compress my lips together in disgust. "Is there a washroom I could use?"

"Ya have to buy something first" his voice sounded just as hoarse as mine but deeper. "I'll get something after. I use. The washroom"

He chuckled then tilted his head to the left, his dark grey eyes seeping through my brown ones. "Do you take me for a fool?"

"No, I take you for a pervert"

He jumps up, and surprisingly his actions don't startle me at all. "Listen here missy, you can buy something and I'll give you a key to the washroom or you can leave my station, with your hands behind your back and a pair of handcuffs"

I wouldn't consider myself a tall person, but I wasn't short either. I stood on my toes with my chest over the counter and my eyes squinting at the man's sudden rush of words. "Are you threatening me? Because last time I checked I hadn't done nothing illegal. It was you that questioned your own intelligence."

The guy smirks and his hand slowly reaches under the register. My heart starts to beat fast and I slowly open my duffle bag to search for the needles.

As soon as I grip one, the man shakes a pair of keys in my face. I grab the keys with one hand the other still clutching the needle.

"So, where is it?"

He points to a door as he falls back on the chair he was sitting on before. I sprint to the door quickly unlocking it and locking it behind me. A breath of relief escapes me and I let the needle go in the duffle bag.

I turn around to face a surprisingly clean washroom. My gut was twisting again and I couldn't tell if I was hungry or if I was getting another bad feeling. I head over to the sink letting the bag fall to the ground. I rip the dress off and stuff it in the garbage. Thank god that woman dressed me in a bra and an underwear, else I would have left a show for anyone who might have seen me on the road.

Pulling into the duffle bag I took out a pair of dark grey jeans, a plain black shirt and a grey sweater with a black leather jacket. I took off my boots and got dressed again and pulled the jeans and the shirt on.

Facing the mirror on top of the sink, I started to work on the bandage on my head. My head felt lighter when the bandage came off. There was no wounds or even a scar. Only blood on either sides of my temples.

I rolled out the toilet paper and put a bit of water on it. I wiped the blood out and wiped the ones on my face from the bike today. Once again there was no sight of any scratches.