Waking Up Dead

Chapter 19: The Seven Deadly Sins, Greed

“I’m just going to fill her up be back in a sec” I heard Vic say as I opened my eyes and stuck my head back inside.

I have been fluttering my eyes open and close not managing to doze off since we set off, my stomach seemed to have calmed the hell down but I still have the acid after taste and every time I swallow my saliva seems to clog up my throat and I end up chocking and forcing it to go down. 

I touched my face and it felt all sticky so I got out of the truck and as I climbed down I felt slightly dizzy and the nausea decided to creep back in so I held onto the side of the truck for support. Once I was sure I wasn’t going to vomit I slowly dragged my feet into the service station and headed for the only restroom at the back.

“Where are you -” Vic started to ask as he was about to pay for the gas but I pointed to the restroom and he nodded his head in understanding, “just hurry up” he said as I continued to walk off not bothering to reply back.

I pushed open the door with the top half of my arm and shoulder and had to squeeze in as the size of the room was like a janitors storeroom and somehow they managed to fit a toilet and it seems they forgot to attach the toilet seat and the other half of the smashed sink; “oh look they added a mirror, how thoughtful” I said miserably and annoyed.

So I stood there pants down squatting above the foul smelling toilet waiting to relieve myself but nothing seemed to come out, I imagined a waterfall, running water and even made a ‘piss’ noise for a whole minute to try and trick my mind but that didn’t seem to work either. But before I pulled up my jeans I tried one more time by squeezing hard to at least let other things out and I came out with the same result, nothing.

“I don’t know if I should be happy or not, I mean there isn’t even toilet paper to use anyway” I couldn’t remember the last time I went to the toilet either.

Beginning to worry I grabbed part of the sink and focused on the last time I used the toilet, shutting my eyes I retraced my memory to the day I woke up from the ground concentrating on the time I was home and in the bathroom and blocked out forcefully the extra details that I didn’t want to think about right now. I know I had a bath but that’s it and the same when I was at the mansion, never did I feel the need to go.

I lifted up my shirt and placed a hand on my flat stomach trying to think of a medical reason for this. I was knocked out from my deep concentration when Vic banged on the door and yelled out to hurry up or else I would be left behind. I had forgotten to lock the toilet and was glad that he hadn’t tried to open the door I then stepped out of the toilet a leg at a time and followed Vic back to the truck who was now eating a packet of crisps.

“Want some” he offered as we got in but I turned my head around in disgust.

“No thanks I still feel sick” I feel like a pregnant woman starting to feeling nauseated by the smell of food.

We were now back on the road and the sun was about to disappear for the night and according to Vic we would reach Maca town in the morning. So I leaned my seat back and tried to find a comfortable position to relax in, “can I turn the radio on?” I asked.

“Sure but don’t put anything ear splittingly horrendous” he replied back.

I laughed and went through every station looking for something I liked until I found something decent to listen to, “It’s a pretty old song but I like it” I defended myself before he even had a chance to complain about the music choice.  

“Are you kidding me I love this song!” he nodded his head to the beat as he began to sing along with Jessica Simpsons’ these boots are made for walking, “come on sing with me” he encouraged.