She Coyote

4. long-haired stoner

COYOTE

I stood rigidly on the outskirts of the park where Jasper encountered us yesterday. I clamped a cigarette between my teeth, a black hood pulled over my head, casting a dreary black shadow over my face. I felt a coldness throughout my entire body, stinging me.

I refused, refused, to believe anything that pig Anthony had to say. Last night I was a mess, an utterly destroyed creature that had absolutely no reason to live anymore. My mother was the only person I truly, genuinely had a connection with. I had no idea if she was alive or dead, all I knew was that I had to go see her.

I waited by a wall of trees, leaning against one. I didn't know if I was expecting Jasper to somehow sense my presence and to miraculously appear or what, but I still prolonged my stay despite the silliness of my intentions.

I wasn't attracted to him, I was intoxicated by the warmth and kindness he provided. It had been years since I received it from someone besides Margaret. It left me dazed and I felt like using a friend right about now. I could of resorted to contacting one of the girls, but I doubted any of them would be at home to answer the phone.

I waited for twenty more minutes before deciding I was an idiot whose brain was fogged and pushed myself off the tree, heading towards town.

As I trekked alongside the brick buildings, I felt a constant, dull ache. I struggled to pace my breaths, just the thought of my mother had me of the verge of tearing up. I clenched my fists and cursed under my breath. Why was I outside? If I stayed indoors I would have been left alone with my thoughts and overthinking in a time like this is dangerous. It was for the best to stay outside and it also was absolute torture.

As I walked I noticed a distinctly familiar motorcycle. Bobcat's baby blue Kawasaki 250 tr was parked outside of some hair salon, not an uncommon scene for her. I knew it was her bike because she spray painted her name on the fuel tank in bright purple. It made me cringe every time I set my eyes on it.

I wished to silently pass by without greeting her, she was the last person I'd attempt to find comfort in. She has failed in doing that many times before. But of course to my luck she appeared from the doorway, laughing with some girl hanging her arm around her shoulders. When she spotted me she called me over. "Hey, Coyote! Get your ass over here, kid."

I had a long string of curses to shout at her that I kept tucked under my tongue, trudging towards her reluctantly. The girl wrapped around her had a shaved head and every inch of showing skin was decorated in tattoos. She must have been rich if she could afford so much ink. Probably why Bobcat was wasting her time around her.

"What's wrong?" Bobcat inquired through a wispy giggle, obviously slightly intoxicated. I didn't want to even think of what hardcore drugs she was pumping into her system.