The True Life Of Me.

TWO.

I was running for what felt like ages.
Did I know where I was headed?
No...
Was I tired?
Yes.
Scared?
Absolutely.
The colors seemed like they belonged in a pastel picture; the light blue sky and mustard- tan sand. What blended this cohesive piece altogether were the seemingly endless dunes and the bright pops and tints of green cacti and dessert bushes. It all seemed so flat, and it dragged on for ages. I thought about the men in mysterious white suits and strange masks, as well as that silhouette of the city that always managed to captivate my attention. I started to lose my train of thought. What caught my eye was some tire tracks; they led off into the horizon.
"Let's go, Noir," I whispered to the already tired cat. She responded with a small 'meow' as we continued on our journey into the horizon.
The tire tracks led to a shack that had a sign labeled 'MOTEL'. There were busted and cracked light bulbs surrounding the perimeter of the sign; it was definitely not in good shape. The so-called motel wasn't, either. It had a tin roof, and it was decked out with wanted posters, banners, a vending machine, and the ground was littered with soda cans and debris. Some of the 4-panel windows had a panel perfectly busted out, revealing the inside of this odd looking shack. After some investigation of the outside, I needed to look inside; my curiosity was eating me alive, like it usually does. I walked towards the door and slowly turned the knob. It creaked open, revealing a -somewhat- clean house.
A brown couch was positioned in front of a small bubble screen TV with wire bunny ears. The walls and floors were different shades of brown-the walls were lighter than the floor. I heard a muffled voice coming from down the hallway. I moved towards the voice. As I neared it, the voice got louder.
"Alright you Crash Queens, it's that time of the night for me to fly, but only for a little while. This is Dr. Death, signing off." He opened the door and we stood face-to-face. He was a husky man garbed in all black, with a black bandana wrapped around his black shoulder-length hair. He had black aviator sunglasses and black facial hair. He essentially appeared to be somewhat of a gothic version of Axl Rose in a wheelchair.
"Well well," he said, clearing his throat," who are you?"
"I...I-" I stuttered, trying to form an audible sentence, which failed.
"It's alright, you're safe now. I'm surprised you even found this little place in the vast desert. You must be exhausted. The name's Dr. Death, but you can call me Dr. D if you'd like."
I just wanted to take it all in-depth my mom and her current condition, the people, the voices...it was all too surreal.
"Why don't ya sit down, kiddo? You're lookin' whiter than a ghost."
I slumped onto the lumpy coffee-colored sofa; Noir kept up beside me and nuzzled my arm, as if to say, "stop ignoring me and show me some love and affection." I pet the little black cat, it then sat down next to me in the arm rest, looking content.
Dr. D returned from the other room-which I presume is the kitchen-with bowl of chicken soup and a bright purple soda can.
"Nothin' like some soup and Electric Grape to wake ya up. Take as much time as ya need, Doll. I wouldn't mind a little extra company around here." He handed me the bowl and the can, smiled, and wheeled towards the small TV across the room, and pressed the power button. He readjusted the wire antennas to get a clear broadcast of what was going on in, possibly, 'Bat City?' Dr. D watched it diligently, occasionally fixing the wires when the screen started to grow with static. After a while, he seemed frustrated, and started muttering cuss words under his breath. He wheeled back into the kitchen, and the sound of a soda can filled the air. I just sat next to Noir, eating my soup, drinking this odd fizzy beverage on the lumpy couch.

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A/N!
Hello again, reader. Sorry about the 100 year wait for this chapter- there were concerts and sickness, and forgetfulness that happened while I was gone. Alas, here is the second chapter, I hoped you enjoyed. The next chapter is very short, so sorry in advance. I pre-wrote a little bit of this story in a notebook, and yeah. Chapter 3 is short.
Have an amazing Saturday!

~Quinn~