Mindless Self Indulgence (Fuck Off)

One More Pill

I open the front door and surprisingly my parents are there, "James you look glum. Do you want a pill?"

That's the first thing she tells me. Not 'How's your day been?'

"No. I'm just going to sleep," I start my way upstairs.

"Don't you have homework?" she asks.

"I'm taking a nap."

The next thing I know I've fallen asleep. I don't even remember trying to my room.

***

"Mr. Euringer come out now," someone shouts from outside.

Am I dreaming? Wait. No I'm not. Are those police sirens?

"Mr. Euringer you have five minutes. Please come down unarmed."

Unarmed? I don't own any weapons. Unless you count a cigarette lighter as one. I don't think anyone does.

I look outside. There are three police cars outside. And five fat cops. Why do they want me?

I grab my stuff and sprint downstairs. I don't want to get arrested. I go out the backdoor quietly. There is no way I'm spending anytime in a boring-as-shit prison.

I start running to the bus stop. The bus pulls up and I try recollecting myself. If anyone saw me like this they'll freak and call the police. And they're already looking for me.

God, they're stupid. Why didn't they just barge in?

Probably because they were expecting me to willingly come out.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

No.

I collapse on the bus seat.

Why did they want me? Was I late for school?

It's Saturday.

Did they find out I was in the ruins?

I left the bike outside...

I'm so fucking stupid! Nobody owns any bikes. Especially not ones like that.

The bus stops.

I need to find Lyn-Z and Steve again. I can't go back. The police (though lazy) are very strict about law breaking. They can't tolerate people who don't follow the rules. They used to do that eye for an eye thing but now they just use pills.

I've heard that they even put some people into comas. Or they give them amnesia to make sure they don't do anything bad again. I can't do that.

I slide under the fence and start running into the ruins. It's still bright so it's not too hard finding their half-collapsed building.

This time I knock on the door.

Lyn-Z pokes her head out. "Hey, Jimmy. Why so early?" She lets me in.

"The police-and the bike. I had to run away," I tell her out of breath.

"What?" She raises her eyebrows at me, "Here, sit down."

I'm so tired from running. I could pile or something. "The police found the bike Steve gave me outside. They came in the morning and I had to run out. That's why I'm here."

"They had bikes when I left," she frowns.

"You probably had one illegally or something because the government deemed them unsafe. And plus they were making them lose a lot of money because people weren't riding the bus."

"Oh."

"Where's Steve?" I ask looking around.

"He's getting food."