A Little Tøø Lucky//21 Piløts

The Truth Comes Out

     The setting started to change drastically.

The once black car, was now the back of an ambulance. One that I felt was familiar.

The cologne smell has disintegrated. Leaving a sweaty, metal smell.

The band mates were now two disgusting
security guards.

This throws me completely off.

The first one has a ring. His dark, short hair ruffled and a mess. He's sitting down, but yet sways unsteadily, clearly drunk off his ass.

I make out a name tag that reads, "Michelson".

The other guard has slightly curled, medium-long hair. His pants and shirt unbuttoned. Lips spread as if to smirk.

His name tag gone, as if to represent my respect.

He stands, starring at me, taking swigs from a vodka bottle.

I notice that I'm undressed. Blood spreads across the hard floor beneath me, darkening as time passes.

My tears have dried, but my eyes still sting. I can feel crust begin to build around my eyes.

  "You know, I've always dreamt about this day", the security guard with no name says, as he approaches me.

  "I was so close last time to this moment, but you fucked it up. I was careful this time though",
He says this as he tucks my hair back behind my ear. I feel the touch of his cold hand brush against my cheek. Bumps start to develop along my skin, as his breath comes into contact with it.

     "I know to be that now. Careful that is, so you can guarantee carefulness next time", he says as he buttons his shirt and winks.

    The officer who was sitting down, is now passed out. I watch him closely as the drool slowly glides down past his chin and onto his neck. I'm secretly hoping that he's dying of alcohol poisoning.

     The unidentified officer, whom is next to me sees me ignoring him, gets up and starts to walk to the sink. He talks indirectly, but I'm too distracted to care what about. I begin to dress ever so quiet and fast, as the sound of water drowns out the small noises.

I find that what was once my shirt and shorts, is now nothing but a hospital gown.

Having occasional blood spots, I slide it over my head, and put my arms through.

     The squeak of the sink knobs turning, go through my head in slow motion. The same happens as I quietly go over to the sleeping guard and grab his gun. At this point in time the unidentified guard is almost done turning the knobs and is reaching for a rag to dry his hands.

Without hesitation, I aim for his shoulder and shoot.

     He yelps in pain and grabs a hold of his shoulder.

A deeper red, starts to settle in his brightly colored shirt.

I run over to him and grab his taser gun. He puts a bloody hand on my ankle, and I shoot his wrist with the few many bullets I have left.

Letting my attention shift from the bloody guard, I then shoot the sleeping one in the head.

I feel no remorse as the familiar red-black color starts to drip from his forehead, off his nose, and run past is cheeks.

This makes the rapey guard scream and plead more.

"I like that", I say aloud to myself.

The name, 'rapey guard' seems to fit.

It takes me a while, but I mange to grab Michelson, and slowly drag him to the rapey, injured one.

A light trail of the familiar red follows.

I stand on both sides of Michelson. My feet aligning with his sides. I put both my arms under his. I then lift, using all my strength, and drag the body on top of the rapey gaurd's.

This reassures me that he will not be able to move. Not be able to try anything.

   I begin searching the dead guard's pockets for a phone, the rapey one starts to apologize.

"It's okay, really", I say.

    I walk over to the upper half of his body while he continues to cry.

I gently set his taser gun beside him, knowing that he's unable to grab it.

I begin to speak, "You know, I've always dreamt about this day".

    I kneel down and start to stroke his hair back, as he tries to hold his tears.

  "I wasn't careful with him. I know to be that now, so you can guarantee that I'll be careful this time".

      I say this as I point the pistole towards the rapey guard's head, and pull the hammer back.

His tears are really flowing now.

"Please, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry about what I did. I can't control myself sometimes. Please just let me go", the rapey guard pleads.

I start to consider what he's saying, but then it's easily drowned out. I tilt my head, and recognize the most satisfying thing that my ears have yet to hear:

*BANG*

     I stand up, and drop the gun. The last bullet wasted on a lifeless body which lays.

I walk out the back of the ambulance. I'm now in a closed garage that has a small door leading further inside the building.

I walk through it, and immediately recognize the place.
My home.

I guide my way into the common room to find out that the song Ride is playing by my favorite band.

I walk over to the small radio, and turn the volume up.

I go ahead and enjoy myself, dancing and singing along to the lyrics, as the other patients try to follow along with.

My feet making a faint swishing sound as they dance about the bare floor.

Before the song could even finish, I'm getting pushed really hard. I look behind me to find two nurses pushing me forward, forcing their hands around me, to walk me to my room.

"I remember you two", I say softly.

As I was right about to tell them I could get to my room just fine, I'm hit several times to the floor, and everything blurs.

I try to move myself along the hall, but am stopped.

I see a dark shadow grow.

Just before everything goes black, I faintly hear the last lyrics of the song,

"Help me".