Deception

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" Can I have a mc-chicken drenched in mayonnaise, sorta warm fries, and a vanilla shake that never melts no matter how hot it is." I ask.

" That'll be $10.98." The cashier responds.

I pull out my wallet and I hand over eleven dollars. I sit down on one of those weird chairs that sits way too high and you have to jump to put your butt on it. I wait for them to give me my bag and I walk out to my garbage heap of a minivan even though I have no kids, or a girlfriend, or a house. I drive down to the woods next to an apartment complex that I'm hoping to get into. I sit in the back seat where there's room to put my McDonald's. I slurp down the shake whilst I mull over self loathing and the fact that I don't have a house. I take some whiskey from the trunk of my car as I have started eating my fries. I gulp down half of the bottle and I just start muddering curses and I drip tears for literally no reason. I was eating my mc-chicken and tears just started falling out of my eyes.

" What the hell?" I say confused.

I just start munching down on my sandwich and the smell radiates throughout the car. I lay my head down and I eventually go to sleep. I wake up to a man in a mask with a knife pointing it at me and telling me to hand over all that I have.

" Are you seriously robbing a homeless guy." I say.

" Yeah." He says.

" I hate my life so much."

I hand over everything I have, which isn't much but it's something. I take the McDonald's wrappers and just toss them to him. I then tossed the only wallet I'd ever owned to him, and he opens it but there's nothing in it. Whilst he's distracted I punch him in the nose and then I grab his knife by the blade and it cuts deep into my palms. The blood seeps down onto the carpet of my car. I try to push it back but it slides through my fists and plunges into my chest. I look down at the wound and he pulls it out of my chest. I fall down back onto my uncomfortable seats and as he leaves I reach over the back seats and grab the whiskey. I pour it down onto the my mouth like a waterfall. I gulp it down and the pain washes away. I push myself up and I step down out of it and I attempt to get myself to the hospital. I walk through the dark streets in the middle of the night. No one will ever see me, so I have to get myself there, but it comes to the point where my legs don't work, and my bones won't move. My eyes close and I drift into the road into an oncoming car and it smashes into my midsection. The horn of the car morphs into a ringing sound.

" You awake?" I hear a woman's voice say.

" Depends on your definition of awake." I respond.

" What is your name?" She requests.

" Cole Lane."

" Parents names?"

"Ariel Lane and, uhhh... I think his name's something like John Proas."

" Phone number?"

" I don't have a phone."

The nurse looks at me like I'm some sort of alien. Her brown eyebrow raises on contrast to her obviously dyed blonde hair. She has a thin nose and her hair sticks up pompously with two buns running down from the back of the base of her skull and then below it on the back of her head.

" Do you know your parents numbers or your siblings numbers?"

I eventually remember my Mom's number and I tell her so she can call her and tell her what happened and that I'm okay. I've been kinda seperate from family for a long time.

" Your Mother wants to know how you were injured." The nurse says as she hands me the 1990s nokia brick looking phone.

" Hey Mom." I say.

" How the hell did you get stabbed." She says.

" I was mugged okay, when I went for his knife the blade slipped through my hands."

A combination of shouts and expletives spill from her mouth.

" Well, can you pay your bill?" She asks with hesitation.

" I'll scrounge up something." I respond.

" Okay... have you heard from your brother?"

" No, he doesn't talk to me anymore."

" Why?"

" How do you not know these things?" I say sarcastically.

" I don't know."

" He got pissed off at me for something but he never told me what it was and now I don't talk to him."

" Well you need to."

" Fine."
We both say goodbye and she hangs up. I put the phone onto the dialing pad thing and sit up but I can feel the stitches start to loosen. I grunt in pain and I shout for the nurse to come let me sign some papers and then I can leave. She walks into the room and I ask for the papers and I sign them. I walk out with my normal clothes on with a few specks of blood still on my shirt and a hole in the chest part. Hopefully I can get in touch with someone to help me pay for my medical bill.