Escape

Doctor

"God damn it...what's happening?" I thought to myself as I eyed the broken tiles. The front wheel jumping in every broken hole without care- creaking, which I've familiarize the wheel chair with.

"What's happening is that you're going to visit the doctor," a gruff voice from above my slumped body grunted with annoyance. Apparently my thoughts were aloud.

I tried fixing myself in the chair, but I felt the chair jerked on some broken tiles- on purpose. I hissed in annoyance rather than pain.

Wait?

Why can't I feel pain? I was basically tossed in this chair and buckled in like a corpse. I knew I'd feel my neck stiffend at least from my broken posture.

"Quit you're moving! You're lucky I didn't dump you with the rest of the corspes for punching me," he spat as he violently shook the wheelchair.

I hadn't recalled hitting anyone. The chair landed in a deep hole, which flung my head back.

"Dave!" I said as my eyes widened.

"For the last time you lunatic, it's...screw you!"

He sped up and flicked my head forward with felt like a playful shove with only his fingers.

We came to a black rusted gate. Dave pushed a button which made a loud crackling like poor electrical work. The gate was backlit by a dull yellow light. Apart from that, the little wet area was shrouded in darkness when just several feet behind was brightly lit.

"Come on..." Dave sighed as he tapped his foot with impatience. He may look and sound like Dave, but he's acting like a stick's wedged up his ass.

Iron against iron screamed in agony. The grinding should of the rusted metal pulling across one another scorned my blood. I squinted in anger and pain as the gate was opening. From behind My tightly shut lids I could tell the light was now flickering before us.

"For God's sake you're grinding the gears, jackass!"

My eyes flung open to swallow the now exceedingly bright yellow light.

The door slammed as I saw my dad angrily walked over to the passenger side.

"Move over! Let me show you how its done!" he almost sat on me. I had to quickly shift over the gear shifter and flopped into the passenger seat.

"What about the doctor?" I asked unconsciously.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"You just said something!"

"No I didn't..." I thought to myself, looking down at my palms. I honestly felt I said something, but honestly felt...it was nothing at all.

I peered out of the window to see the colorful trees. It was chilly and my dad was teaching me how to drive his old truck. I didn't see why I had to be here when I could've been elsewhere pissing off people. By now I've zoned out. The vehicle was moving and the I lost myself in the autumn light breaking from behind the trees. It was beautiful. For once I felt at peace, until my dad had to be a dick and hit me in the head.

"Are you listening?"

Obviously....not.

"Yeah, yeah I got you."

Obviously....a lie.

"Then take the wheel."

We shifted for what felt like the fourth time.

"Remeber your clutch and how the gears are set up."

"Yeah dad."

We drove smoothly for what felt like hours. I always enjoyed biking through the back roads. If it's not playing "Scare the Shit Out of People" by dressing up as a scarecrow with a knife in the cornfields, it's a nice bike ride through the woods...with a knife.
Don't worry I only use it to do whittling when I find a nice spot or got tired.