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Dick Detour

20. Dick Detour

It was starting to rain, like the angels cried in Heaven. They sympathize our situation. Is this how it ends? Going back to the dick rehab? Talking again with the patients I named with alphabet? There was hesitation of going to my parents, like I couldn’t trust them anymore, such trust will vanish if the doubt hits, or I’ll just stay in Bud’s vehicle.  I took a deep breath.

“Bud, whatever happens to me you should not make a move to save me. Instead, you should go back. I don’t want you to be harm.”  I said and gave a smile, and then I went out from Bud’s car. I felt the rain dropping on my head. Mom saw me first and ran towards me like we haven’t seen for ages while Bud drove away.

“Meg, are you alright?”

“No. I am not alright since I saw that van. I am not crazy and there’s no reason for you to bring me back to that place.”

“No, you’re sick. You need medication. I know how you feel but---“

“Did Chip tell you something stupid?”

“Chip is just helping you Meg. You should know that. He said to me that you’re seeing ghost again and I thought Dickenson will help you with that. Remember how that place cured you? Remember how you improved when you’re there? You’ll meet new friends there and when you come back you’ll be the same Megan I knew before Thomas died.”

Thomas…

I chuckled, but I was angry. Dick Rehab cured me? Improved? What the hell she’s talking about? I’m good since I was born. The Men in White approached me.

“You should come with us Meg,” the handsome man said, “Dickenson Rehab is a good place to start for a change.”

“Do I look crazy in your eyes, mister?”

He didn’t answer. Then, they started to hold me but I insist. I fought them both. I kicked them but it was not worth to fight for I was too tired to kick their ass like a horse. I was tired to fight so I let them be. The other man-in-white didn’t come. So I was with this stupid hot guy who told me about Dick Rehab as if I haven’t been there. I was so weary and wet as I stare at the handcuff that tightened my wrist.

“Do you believe in ghost?” I asked the guy.

“Yes,” he said, looking straight on the road.

“Then you should believe me that I can see ghost and I’m not crazy,” I snapped.

“I’m just doing my job,” he replied. I sighed.

I couldn’t do any further explanations or pleadings just to make his mind. I just sat silently. Then he suddenly stepped on the brake. I was slightly thrown forward and hit my head on the seat.

“What the---“

“I’m sorry,” he said, “are you alright, Meg?”

He turned his head looking at me, seemed waiting for me to respond. I felt different about the guy. I could feel the cold sunk into my flesh. It was too impossible to utter that I was thinking but I blurted it out.

“Ed?”

I was waiting for him to say yes, but then it was a different affirmation; he nodded.

“Oh my, it’s you! How…how did you…did you…” I couldn’t say a thing. It just trailed off.

“We’re going back to where my body is hidden,” he said and started to drive back after he unlocked the handcuff. “I followed Chip and he went to an abandoned cottage not far from the lake. We need to get there as soon as possible. We’ll be together again, Meg. You and I.”

Together. Such a lovely word to think.

“You and I,” I whispered.

There’s always something magical about life. Something magical that our naked eyes couldn’t even notice. We live in this world with several signs, signs that guide us througout in our entire life. These signs are leading us to a good path. Now, we’re going to the so-called good path. Towards Ed’s body. We must be cautious, I thought. Not the word cautious, but vigilant. Chip is like a hungry wolf, ready to kill. If I stay insensitive, we might be in harm. Ed is not using his real body, and I’m afraid that this guy might be hurt because of this stupid dilemma.

“How did you able to get inside to his body?” I finally muster the words.

“It was like intuition. Like I believe I already knew that I can go inside someone’s body. And here I am now.”

A familiar song played. American Pie.

A long, long time ago...

I can still remember

How that music used to make me smile.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while…

The day when my parents brought me to Dick Rehab.

I can’t remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride,

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.

"this’ll be the day that I die."

This will be the way when Ed will be alive from his death.

This will be the day.