Madam Kindrie handed me the wooden box and hurried me out the door. I was pushed out the door and as the red drapes of the tent folded over my face felt something. I cant explain it. It was a brushing feeling of the tent but I wasn't the tent. Like if you're foot fell asleep and it spread through your whole body. Then it was like I was in a field with a gentle breeze blowing across me, threw my close, all the tingles were being blown around me and moving. Even this description was nothing compared to this.
I found myself outside the tent. I turned around to go back and ask more. The tent was gawn.
I turned to a man in the booth across from where the tent was. “Excuse me sir. Do you know what happened to the old lady in the tent?”
“What tent?” The man replied.
“The big red tent! It was right there! I just came out of it!” I described.
“You were just sitting there, talking to yourself, for the past six hours.”
I looked at my watch. It was now nine o’clock. I didn't even see the darkness. We were under one of the many street lights posted on the boardwalk because of a near rape experience some girl had three years ago.
“So I sat there for six hours straight and no one did anything!”
The man leaned in to the light more. “You did nothing.” The man was the same russian man from the bell ring game. “Shes dying and you did nothing! Youre weak!”
The phrase repeated over and over in my head! “Your weak!”
I sat up in a dead heat. I was in my bed. I looked around and it was just me in my dark apartment. “Oh good god it was a dream.”
I got up and looked at my alarm clock. five am. There was no going back to sleep for a while. I got up and walked to the bathroom.
*Chink*
It was the sound of glass cracking. I looked at my feet and saw my shoes were still on. I was still dressed in all my day close. I can understand waking up in my jeans but not my shoes. I moved my foot and I saw my self in the floor. My head was wrapped in bandages and my face had a blood stains running down from under it. It was the mirror. I opened the door and the mirror was still there. I looked at the floor and the was still glass everywhere. I walked in and turned on the light. I looked in the mirror and my head was ok. my hands too. The curtains were fixed and everything was as it should be. I smiled. I looked across the entire mirror. Then I notest the top corner. The top right corner was black. I looked around the sides and more black shards appeared. They were all over the floor! I looked back and there was a big shard going thru the middle of my face. I quickly turned the lights off and back on thinking it would go away. I was right. The shards weren't black any more, but the rest of the mirror was. I looked at the shard that covered my face. I could see my head wrap, the ripped missing curtain, my blood splatter from my hands, every thing. I reached out and touched the mirror where it was black. The whole mirror shattered and the black shards disappeared.
“It. It” I stuttered. “It was all real.”
The shard of mirror across my face shined. It was a faint gold shine. I touched it and it grew brighter. I stopped and it was back to a normal glass.
“Denial.”
The shard responded. It was all true the thing with Madam Kindrie was real!
But where was the case? The Pergate box! I needed to find it and place the denial shard in it! I looked all around, under my bed, in every drawer, the whole apartment was a mess for me looking for the shard.
“Its not here!” I panicked. I could feel my self breath heavy. I was hyperventilating. I was passing out. I fell to the couch. I was fading out! I was going to pass out in seconds!
“Boy.” I heard Madam Kindrie’s voice. “Don't panic. You will find the box.”
“Where are you! I cant see.”
“Go to your happy place.” Madam Kindrie told “Relax, and you will find it.”
“How can I.” I blacked out.
“You're weak!” It was the russian man again.
“Youre just my denial! I am not weak! I'm fighting for her!”
The man leaned in and said. “Who said I'm your denial?”
I sat back up with another deep breath. “ It wasn't a dream. it was like a spirit world.”
I looked at the clock and it was noon. I know where I need to go.
I got in the car and drove to the hospital. I got out and went to the front deas and asked for Dot.
“I'm sorry.” The desk worker said. “But shes not here any more.”
“No!” I shouted in the woman's face. I looked around the room and saw everyone was looking at me. “Shes not dead ! I'm making sure of that!” I ran down the hall and found Dot room. The door was shut and another patient was there. It was Sharleen.
I opened the dot and Sharleen looked at me. “Hay Ray what's up.”
Sharleen was laying there watching tv. Madam Kindrie said she had been paralysed from the waist down.
“Sharleen? what are you doing here?” I asked.
“Oh, when you kicked me it broke some cord and it hurt for a bit but now I don't feel my legs at all. The doctor said I can't walk anymore.” Sharleen shrugged. “I don't cair, walking sucks any way. now no one can tell me to so I can sit more!”
Sharleen was over here loving her new immobility when there are veterans returning from war paralyzed that would give there life for there legs back! I don't know how she could stand this.
“You know what?” She reached over and grabbed her pants off the counter. “Here.” sharleen handed me a twenty dollar bill. “If they see me with this I might not get that cool sounding welfare plan.”
She sat there trying to hand me the money. I couldn't take it. If I wouldn't be arrested I would of killed Sharleen right there. She wouldn't ov at all then! all she is is a lazy little bitch who s going to live off the government just because she is in a wheelchair and is to lazy to find a job! She will be where my tax money goes!
I swatted the money out of her hand and walked to the door. I topped with one hand on the door frame and looked back at her. “Pick it up you lazy little bitch.” I walked out the door.
I walked past the desk lady and walked out to my car. Nothing could stop me. there was just me and my blind arger. I walked to my car and burned rubber out of the parking lot.
I went over to Matt's and knocked on the door.
“Hey Matt! Its Ray! Open up, I want to apologise for what I did.” I said knocking on the door repeatedly.
“Apologise to the girl you assaulted first!” Matt yelled from inside the door.
“I was just at the hospital with her.”
Matt opened the door. “And!”
“She was happy.”
“What do you?”
“She was fucking happy that she was paralysed!”
Matt stood there questing me. just looking at me like I was crazy.
“Remember how our great grand fathers met in the war! How your great grandpa came back in a wheelchair!”
Matt was shocked. I would never bring up something this touching, especially like this.
“He was devastated! My great grandpa even sat in a wheelchair for a solid year to make him feel better!” I looked Matt in the eyes and he was tearing up, and so was I. “Sharleen was fucking happy to be in a wheelchair.” This was too much. We both started to cry abit. “I smoke my tire coming out of the hospital.”
“I know what you're thinking.” He nodded wiping tears away.
“And?”
“Lets fucking do this.”
