Year -1
February 20, 2007
Dear Diary:
So, I got back in touch with Francine, which is awesome, it's been years since I heard anything from her, and we're going to hang out tomorrow, so that's exciting. So, I've decided I'm going to loosen up, I'm sick of this shit. I'm tired of being so good all the time, the sexual frustration is rearing its ugly head and I can't wait until marriage any longer, and I promise this has nothing to do with what happened between Lois and Nicholas, it was a decision I came up with on my own. I figure if I'm going to be in a relationship, I don't see the harm in letting myself have sex if I'm together with that person, after all, they could end up being the one I marry anyway, who knows? Anyway, tomorrow's the big night where I get to hang out with a friend I haven't seen in years. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little excited. It'll be a relief to have someone other than Michael to hang out with. Well, I'm gonna go, good night.
The next day, Sandra is messaging Francine over the computer when there's a knock on the door. Sandra opens it and sees a short, fat woman with round glasses. "Hi, I'm Erica."
"Who?"
"Francine's friend, I'm here to pick you up, she's back at the house, she sent me to get you cause she's currently busy. Anyway, you ready?""Oh, yeah, uh, sure." So they drive and go to a bar where there's a tattoo party going on and Francine is getting a tattoo on her leg of two speakers connected by a beating heart. "Whoa, awesome, Francine, I love it, and how are ya?"
"Good to see you too, Sandy, and thanks, I'm good."
"Didn't expect to end up here."
"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you." Her tattoo finishes and they head back to the house where there's a case of beer on the table. They crack it open. Two beers in, Francine breaks out a bong and stuffs it. "You're not gonna snitch, are ya?"
"Hell no, I was hoping you'd have some."
"Haha, whattt? Little miss perfect ain't so perfect anymore?"
"Well, I found out it's good for my epilepsy, so, why not? Besides, it feels like how I did when I was on Phenobarbital, kinda. Not as strong, but close, while this lasts four hours, Pheno lasts twelve."
"Good to hear you're cool."
"I've always been cool, but I still love doing the right thing, I'll never stop trying to do the right thing."
"Well that's good and all, but in the eyes of the law, you're a criminal."
"You're only a criminal if you're caught, and I don't intend on getting caught. Besides, the law is stupid, there's no reason to make a plant illegal, now pass that shit."
"Wow, you've really surprised me."
"People change, it happens."
"I 'spose you're right. You ever trip, man?"
"Man?"
"Yeahhhhhh, mannnnn" She says slowly, dragging it and lowering the volume.
"Uhh, no."
"Here, take this tab, when was the last time you ate?"
"As of now... seven hours."
"Here, this should be enough."
"Are you- I don't know if I should."
"Whatever, you don't have to if you don't-"
"I always have wanted to go on a trip though." She takes it and lies down. After a few minutes, the room around her gets darker and she hears a voice, female and light. She descends in front of Sandra, a pale white woman in all black and black hair.
YOU ARE READING
Unbalanced Electrical Storm
RomantikSandra Zircon is an epileptic teacher who tries to get over her tragic love life