"Remember how long your hair used to be?" Max asked me across the table. I didn't much feel like speaking, I was just in one of those moods. My mind was racing too fast to form words anyhow, I just nodded. Part of me wished the nod would've shaken out the images of blood rolling down Max's lifeless face.
"You want those fries to go?" the waitress asked me. She was a fairly tall girl, with blonde curls coming down to her shoulders. She really could work that little pink skirt. I looked down at my half eaten food and picked up another fry tentatively, trying to remember if I liked them. I took a bite of it, then nodded at her as well. She took the plate and headed to the kitchen.
By the time she returned, Max had finished reminiscing in our childhood. I still couldn't get my head clear. We paid for our food and headed back out for the road. I wanted to drive this time, although Max seemed uneasy about it.
We were heading out when someone called out to us. We turned around to hear him say, "That's them!" Max reacted faster than I could, I didn't even realise what was going on. He pushed me forward and opened the car, shoving me in. Jumping into the passenger seat he shut the doors and locked them.
"You like to drive fast? Now is the time to drive fast." I was out of the parking lot before the guy that called after us could pull out his phone. We raced onto the highway and sped off.
"State lines coming up I've got to slow down or we'll get pulled over," I said calmly. Max, who hadn't taken his eyes from behind us finally turned around and nodded. I slowed down to the speed limit and we headed toward the line that keeps us in this goddam state. I reached into the dashboard for my medication. I came up empty and started to panic.
"Max, my meds," I said quickly, already feeling my heart rate increase.
"Dammit, Ryan. They already have an amber alert out. If we turn around now, we're screwed," he looked at me very seriously. I nodded my head slowly and swallowed the lump in my throat. I have never been off my meds before, and I was terrified of what the consequences may be. I'm bad enough with them, without them may be double the hell.
As we crossed the state line, I didn't feel the sense of freedom I thought I would. Instead I felt trapped inside my mind.
