Jimmi Theodora

Part III

It’s been two months and there haven’t been any bloody episodes. I am starting to show quite a bit though….

“If it’s a boy name it Valentino, and if it’s a girl name it…… Valentino!” gushed Donna.

“How about no…..” I rolled my eyes.

“Nothing says ‘don’t fuck with me’ like the name Valentino,” persisted Donna.

“Jesus you want this kid to get bullied!”

“Sorry….” Mumbled Donna as she sipped her wine.

“Uuuuhhh I need a drink!” I whined as I lay my head down on the kitchen table.

“Then go have one…” said Donna with a shit-eating grin.

“You’re the worst. I’m going to bed….” I got up from my chair and headed to my room.

“Wait!” called Donna, “What about movie night? James will be over!”

“Watch Mean Girls without me!” I called from my bed. I let the comforter swallow me whole as I allowed my mind to drift into nothing.

<< Water. All I feel is water. No, this is not water. This is much thicker than water. My body is flamboyant and silk. I finally open my eyes and saw nothingness. Wait, there is an image. Soon the nothingness faded. Faded, and then the dark became lighter. Tinted red, but not black. There is someone with me. Another mass. We are at close proximity. Too close.

Feel unease. Feel danger. This is not my friend.

Very little light, but I can see it move. I can see me move. I have…. Tiny feet. No toes.

It has no toes either. We are equal, but it is much stronger than I. I sway my limb, try to touch it.

Ow!

What? It hit me. Hard. This is not a friend, but we are one. We are one, but we have different minds. This one is mocking. This one wants no friends. It doesn’t want me here.

Ow!>>

I woke in cold sweat, heart beating. My first reflex is to place my hand over my stomach. I couldn’t help but feel a stir within, so I carefully got up and made my way to the door. I could hear Gretchen Weiners in the living room.

I came out and saw my two idiots sitting on the couch with piles of food on the floor and goofy smiles on their faces.

“Jimmi!” greeted James. “Hey—whoa what’s up girl?”

“Huh?” I moaned out.

“Jimmi are you sick?” asked Donna, worry crossing her face.

“No I just got out to get some water….”

(not my friend)

“You look terrible…. Look at you, you’re sweating!”

I didn’t realize this, but yes I am. My feet suddenly felt ice cold.

“Let me make you tea,” said Donna as she got up from her man cave. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and led me to our small dining table.

“Sit,” she commanded. I obliged.

“I had the strangest dream….” I mumbled more to myself.

(not my friend)

“Oh? What about?”

“I’m… I’m not sure.” The dream was quickly fading and I tried my best to recollect as much as I could. The aroma of tea filled my senses now and my tongue instantly watered.

“Here… No sugar, it’s better to drink it pure,” instructed Donna as she set the mug in front of me.

“Thanks boo,” I smiled, “Now get back to the Plastics!” Donna chuckled and resumed her spot on the couch.

I let my stomach settle before I weakly grasped the handle of my mug. As I brought it to my lips my stomach lurched and I almost dropped the scorching liquid. I set down the mug with a loud thud and cupped my stomach with my hands. Donna caught my sudden jolt.

“Jimmi? Jimmi are you okay?” Donna hastily came over to me and James followed her.

“Jimmi—“

“I’m GONNA BARF!” I howled as I shoved them away and ran straight to the loo. I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet heaving, waiting for my stomach acids to run its course. My esophagus contracted and I felt it come up, only it wasn’t what I thought it was.

I coughed into the toilet to coax it out, and a few white pill-like droplets splashed in the toilet water. I stared at it, having no idea what it was. I heaved up some more, now a lot of whatever it was. Some came out of the corner of my mouth and I wiped it with my hand. I examined it and saw movement. The tiny white pills were squirming like a fucking worm. Maggots.

Now I really felt like vomiting, but instead what came out was a blood-curdling scream that startled even me. I kept screaming; some came in short frantic breathes, and some prolonged. I fell on my ass and backed away from the toilet until I hit something.

“Jimmi—fuck!” James wrapped his arms around me from behind, trying to calm me down.

“Jimmi what’s wrong! What happened!” I just trembled and rested my cheek on his chest. I heard Donna shuffling around in the bathroom, but she wouldn’t find anything. I know it. Something fucked up is going on here. Something unnatural. Every time something like this happens it’s gone as soon as someone steps in.

“Jimmi!” cried out Donna in sorrowful frustration.