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Once I can get my mom to agree on letting me out of the house, I’m gone. It would be nice to spend some more time with Ethan figuring out how to make me, not die…but this is good enough, I need this. I need to get out.
“Hey…” David’s voice is cold and slightly stale.
“Hey, listen babe I need you to not act dead” I say, we have a relationship where we are comfortable with calling each other on our shit. “It’s been a bad morning.”
“What happened?”
“I just, I couldn’t sleep right…bad dreams” this is as close as I can get to being honest with him
“What were they about?”
“I don’t want to fucking talk about it!” I say, slightly blowing up on him.
“Okay…fine”
We drive for a little while in silence, until David is smart enough to turn on the radio. Like always, the second it’s on I take over, flashing through the channels like a mad woman. When suddenly the nob is stuck. I can’t change the channels. On is hardly what I’d call a song…it’s more a guy screaming.
We made a sacrifice
And now we get to take your life
We’ll shoot without a gun
We’ll take anyone
It’s really nothing new, just a thing we like to do
You better get ready to die
Get ready to run.
Get ready to die.
“MIA! Stop!” David’s yelling at me.
I look down to see that I just beat the crap out of his radio, and now my knuckles are red. “I had, to stop it”
“Why didn’t you just change the fucking channel, now my radio is totaled?”
“I’m sorry”
“You’re fucking sorry!?...Mia, look at my radio”
For the second time today I start to cry. Why do I always cry? I’m such a baby.
“No…Mia….please don’t cry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have gotten so angry”
I accept his apology and promise to pay to get him a new radio. Then we pull up at my favorite diner to get some food, and hopefully wash the blood off my hands. Although as normal as David’s acting about the whole thing, I can sense that something’s wrong with him.
There’s something he wants to tell me that he’s putting off. And as I’m finishing possibly the best blueberry pancake I’ve ever had he starts to tell me.
“Listen, I really like you. I had a crush on you for years before we started dating. But the thing is that there’s always something your holding back from me, something you can’t tell me.”
“I….”
“And that’s not all; I mean what’s up with that crap about me not being able to touch you?…we haven’t even held hands in the three month we’ve been dating….i know this is a bad time for you and stuff, but I don’t think we should go out anymore”
“Did you just break up with me?” I’m stunned, shocked I mean I had to see it coming, but on today of all days.
“Yeah…” he put a twenty dollar bill on the counter and stood up “come on, al drive you home”
“No, just leave me here, al get a ride.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” I take a deep breath “just leave me alone.
This is not what I needed. Just another thing to deal with. And now, stupid me, I’m stuck at Marie calendars with no ride. The thing is, I don’t want a ride.
So I go out front and just start walking. Hoping that eventually I will end up somewhere better than the diner where I just got dumped. The nicest thing about my special ability’s is that fate seems to keep a special eye on me. And if I just walk, usually fate will guide me in the right direction.
Where I end up is some voodoo booth in a nearby shopping center. I’ve always walked by places like this, trusting my own ability’s to get me through day to day life, but now it just seem like a good time to double check the rules of a psychic reading.
Inside is pretty cliché, purple sparkly walls and candles in every corner. A bored looking guy who I recognize from school leads me to an orange back room where a short fat little gypsy-esk woman sits in front of a way to cliché crystal ball.
“Get her out of here” she says, without even looking at me “she has bad spirits hunting her
“Yeah, I know that’s why I need your help”
“No you are bringing in bad energy, get out! Get out!” Her voice sounds like a bat who has been trained to speak
The boy without having said a single word to me this whole time shoos me out. Even my own people, freaks like me don’t want anything to do with me…great
I nd thininking about the problem with the radio in davids car gives me a pretty good idea of what fate is trying to say.
get ready to die.
get ready to die.
get ready to die.
(i know the last two chapters have been short, but the next chapter should be longer..youll never guess what happens...wha hahahaha!)
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