My Encounter With Boo Radley

Is it Me Or Does This All Seem a Little Cultish??

                           I quickly sit up, and turn on my bedside lamp. When I look down at my pillow I see blood covers the entire front of it.

          I stare at it with wide eyes for a few moments like an idiot, and then I climb out of bed as quickly as I can.

          What do I do though? Who is going to help me? Doc is convinced I'm a mental patient.

          I think I really am dying though. I pull my keys off my dresser and then sneak out of my house.

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I don’t even realize where I going until I see the fancy sign for the ROSE GARDEN COMMUNITY, where James lives.

          I don’t have my sunglasses, so the drive here with the street lights was hard enough without having to catch all the blood coming from my mouth as I coughed, and feel close to passing out as I enter the community.

          I have no other options.

          I don’t have a clue what house in this place is his, so I just start driving around, looking for his car.

          As I do I try to keep my eyes open and the shaking down to a minimum. I keep wiping at the blood covering the lower half of my face with my arm.

          I finally find James’ car far back in the community, one of the largest houses I believe.

          It is white, large, and expensive looking. I can't imagine people actually living here though.

          I park on the street, and then stumble up the drive, ignoring the black dots filling my vision. I'm scared shitless, but also determined to get to the front door.

          When I reach it I crumble to the top step, and use my clean hand to pound the door as hard as I can. When it hardly makes contact I force myself to stand up and then just fall into the door as hard as I can. It makes a suitable sound, and I hope someone in the house is a light sleeper.

          I crumble right in front of the door, waiting for someone to answer.

                             “Oh! Uh, Vivian there is a girl laying here covered in blood! She is as white as a ghost!” I hear, and squint up through my sunglasses to see a woman with blond hair wearing a nightgown staring down at me from the door frame. I must have missed it opening.

                             “Move, let me see,” I hear, and can tell the by the woman’s voice she is in charge.

                             I look up to see her brown hair and slight wrinkles by her eyes,

                             “I need to talk to James,” I say, and then cough again.

                             She sighs, “What did my son get into?” she asks, and then surprises me by bending down and picking me up into her arms.

                             She carries me into the large house as if I way the same as a feather, and carries me straight into a room full of girls.

                             I'm not kidding there could be twenty girls of all different ages looking at me.

                             “Kathy, Marie, why don’t you go wake up your uncle,” the woman holding me says. James’ mother obviously.