The Among

Chapter 4

The fame, the glamor, the consistent badgering. It hadn't taken very long for word to spread around like wildfire, especially when Flamour had no intention of drawing any sort of attention from the media, but much to her disapproval she was approached by several hundred people who stood at the terminal gate awaiting her arrival. A wave of crowded cheers erupted as Flamour looked behind her to make sure she wasn't on some stupid candid TV show. People from all over followed her like lost puppies to ask her numerous questions as the overwhelming sense of importance made her feel uncomfortable. At this point, Flamour felt flustered. She ducked into the ladies bathroom with her suitcase slung over her shoulder.

Flamour slammed the metal door shut as she sat on the cold toilet seat rim, covering her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth trying to calm herself down. She couldn't help but spew out tears like a rusted faucet. The emotions just kept bubbling up inside of her seemed to be never ending as her adrenaline seemed to subside. She let herself cry for a few more moments before she wiped her eyes from the salty tears, trying to calm herself down in order for her to figure out what to do next.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she muttered as she dug through her pockets looking for her phone. A jolt of fear and anguish shot through her body as she felt around for a heavy metal device. Much to her dismay there was none to be around.

"Shit! shit, shit, shit!" she cursed loudly. The metal walls echoed her swearwords as she heard a young girl around the age of five mimic her words.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Flamour stopped talking as she kept hearing the girl next to her mimic her new profound vocabulary words.

"Shit, Shit, Shit, I am taking a shit, shit, shit shit!" she sang in an innocent but adorable tone. Flamour groaned as she looked on the floor noticing a dark rectangular device sitting next to the toilet in the next stall. She groaned as she hung her head listening to the girl continue to sing her song. A few moments pasted when she heard a final splash drop into the toilet and then the sound of the echoing flush. Flamour sighed a breath of relief as she heard the stall door open, then close before she finally was able to go into the next stall to retrieve her phone that had dropped. But where was it?

"Oh, no!" she gasped, "no, no, no!" her only communication style was now being sent to a water treatment facility with some other rather disgusting unmentionables. She leaned against the stall door and began to bury her hope in the fate of humanity. She quickly gathered her bag and slung it over her shoulder. A deep and dark aura filled every fiber of her being as she slowly walked out of the bathroom towards the Terminal exit. Once again she was flooded with questions from bystanders as she sighed a heavy breath of aggravation, she finally have had enough. A sense of rage filled her as she took off her shoes and lifted it menacingly.

"Do you think this is funny? Do you think it's okay for you dumb bastards to harass people just so you can write an article that no gives two shits about?" Flamour screamed as people bustled to get out the deranged girls way. She was about to walk away when she saw a large office speak into his radio on his shoulder. She knew she was in trouble now, and so she did the next worst thing she could do—she ran.

Flamour ditched her suitcase in a large dumpster which was only slowing her down. She still retained possession of her old raggedy garments as headed out the door on foot. Tires squealed as she dodged traffic during the middle of the day. She slid across the hood of one car and continued to head for a large forest across the interstate. Sirens wailed in the distance as flashing patriotic colors pursued her from every angle. Car honked their horns as they swerved out of the way trying to avoid hitting the pedestrian, but instead, they ended up hitting the squad car that they did not slow down or pull over for the urgent emergency.