Everything Hurts

HER STORY

Her Story

I was running.

Running as fast as possible, as far as possible – and not planning to stop.

I was running.

It was too early in the morning – six, maybe seven – but it didn't matter. I didn't have time to grab my purse, and I didn't have time to think about where to go.

I was running.

Mitch was not able to catch me though; that's all I cared about.

Running through the neighborhood street, up to Stockton Boulevard, I saw the gas station/liquor store on the main street. Sid and Mitch's other tweaked-out friend were walking down the sidewalk with a bike. Catching sight of them, I could already tell they were high as they walked up to me.

"Oh, hey." I didn't stop, running as Sid spoke. "What are you doing?" He asked, following as I continued on my way to anywhere but there. I shook my head in refusal, as if he had offered something toxic to me.

In a way, he had.

Being Satan's friend was an offer of poison in itself. "Where are you going? Where's your car?" I continued to shake my head. "Oh no. What'd he do?"

I let out an incredulous breath, "He's fucking crazy!!! He's lost his mind!!!" I replied in a tone of disbelief to their lack of knowledge of what could possibly be wrong. I suddenly remembered that Sid was the reason I had even been forced awake.

"Where's Sid?!" Mitch barked, kicking at my side repeatedly. Lying on the couch, I groggily woke up at the edge of the opposite end of him.

I blinked incomprehensively as he aroused me from my sleep. "Huh? I-I don't know."

"FUCKING GET UP AND LOOK THEN!"

"Huh? Oh..., okay...," I said, just barely understanding his demand. I glanced over my shoulder, looking outside of the window that gave view to the backyard. "It's already morning," I suddenly realized. "He must have left."

"Why are you still sitting here?" He snarled. "Get-up-and-check. Did he leave or did he not leave?!" He growled dangerously.

Finally, I got up as he continued to yell at me. Not thinking, I suddenly opened the fridge, looking into an abyss of nothing until I heard, "What are you doing? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"I'm at the fridge," I dumbly replied.

He lost it, coming over with a crooked gait I couldn't remember how he had obtained, but thanked God for in that moment of time. "BITCH! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!"

I ran.

"He woke up and was looking for you. He was mad that you left." I stared at Sid and the other tweaker, feeling sick. They gawked at me. My legs felt numb, the rest of me a jittery mess as I jogged. I suddenly looked around anxiously. Would he be searching for me? Of course he would be.

"Why?"

"Idunnowereyousupposedtodosomethingorwhat?"

He shrugged, "I don't know; I was heading back there right now."

An alarm went off in my heads. "Don't tell him you saw me." I began to panic.

He nodded before beginning on his way again. He stopped before leaving, "Do you want me to see if he calmed down?"