Immune

Chapter Two

 

I closed the bathroom door and looked at the bed. Maybe I could just eat in the morning? I thought. My stomach grumbled in objection and with a last glance at the bed I went into the living area. The pineapple lying out made me forget about my fatigue. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I paused looking at the cold stainless steel in my hands. The light above shone in the reflection. I tossed it up and it landed in my hand again. I gripped the edge of the end. I whipped it at the white wall to my left, keeping my wrist stiff. It plunked against the wall and fell to the ground with a clank. I frowned deeply.

 

I had planned on learning how to do this; you never know when you’ll need to know how. I walked over and picked up the knife. I frowned at it but went back to the place I had thrown before. It plunked to the ground again.

 

It took me several tries just to get it to stick clumsily into the wall. With a sigh I left it there and grabbed my pineapple taking it to the kitchen and slicing of the skin to the over ripe pineapple. I stood there and cut strips off eating the whole pineapple. I went back to my stuff and grabbed an apple from the bag I had gotten. I ate it as I tried again to throw the knife.

 

It was getting easier every time and when I reached the core of the apple, the knife was sticking an inch deep into the wall. I tossed the apple by the mess of pineapple on the counter and headed to the bedroom after turning off the lights.

 

I closed and locked the door. I took my gun out as I crawled under the covers and slipped it under my pillow, sleeping with my hand on it. I set my head on the cool soft pillow and felt the comforter fall in place on my body. My body sunk into the memory foam and I was asleep before I could think of where I was going tomorrow.

 

I groaned as I stretched in the bed wanting to sleep forever. My hand still gripped the gun and I stretched with it. My muscles stretched as I wiggled my toes. I had been waking up every few hours in a cold sweat, thinking I heard something, I had even gotten up and made sure no one was there, I had had nightmares throughout the night, it finally subsiding and I had a good dream set in. I opened my eyes and stared at the roof, the smile on my face disappeared as reality sunk in and I realized my dream was just a dream.

 

I felt a tear silently roll down my cheek as I felt the pain of wanting it to be real, wanting to be with my parents. Wanting to be in a better world.

 

I angrily wiped the tear off my cheek and sat  up, I put my gun in my pants and got to my feet slightly light headed. I wondered how long I had slept and made my way to the living room. I pulled my phone out of the duffel bag and looked at the time. It was past noon, I had slept for almost sixteen hours. I kept looking at the phone wondering if it was somehow wrong. Even though I had been waking up all through the night I had managed to get tons of shut eye.

 

My stomach growled and I decided to have a quick breakfast. I grabbed an apple and a can of chicken noodle soup, finding a pan to boil it on the stove. I cut off the bad parts on the apple and started eating it while my soup was warming up. I walked to my duffel bag, I shuffled through it to find the map, I pulled it out and grabbed a pen off the table with the phone and popped the lid off sitting with the map spread out.

 

I circled where I was; it looked like I was about two hours until the border which would bring me to America. I could very easily do it today and go way further even. I circled a city about seven hours away and decided I may as well stop and rest there.