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Apathy, Chapter 15 Drug Run

February 28, 2019

Dangerously close was the sound of humming. It seemed to surround us! I am done with surprises. The drive, my dad was telling me, from our house to where he used to live, up in the mountains, was a whopping hour and a half drive. I can’t believe that we’ve been on our bikes for what feels like a month! It’s been a week and a half, but I am tired. My legs haven’t stopped shaking since… I can’t even tell anymore. I look around my tent, and it looks like an exorcism. There’s dried blood everywhere, napkins, food scraps, but it is mostly dirt. There’s dirt everywhere. It’s in my hair, my pants, and on my fucking face! Who the fuck could live like this? I have dreams about going to school. I have dreams about meeting up with Marco, and he tells me that I’m beautiful, but no. This is my life- dirty. Not even a good kind of dirty, the terrible kind. Where I am reduced to looking like a hood rat that scrapes around for food or some sort of drug- shit like that.

When I woke up, my back was worse than it was before- I am sore. My neck is chaffed because I could only attempt to shake off the dried blood as best I could, and it’s gone raw. Then I heard the sound of my dad snoring. So, I closed my eyes and dreamt of being in my bed. Hours away. Just in a lazy bliss. I drowned out the humming with an attempt at finding a meditative bliss. Once I was a few seconds from nirvana, I heard a scream and a crash. Like a woman screaming that a dingo ate her baby. For the first fifteen minutes, I tried to ignore it, but the screaming insisted and then my dad started screaming.

“What the fuck!? These sons of bitches!” My dad yelled on the top of his vocal range.

Another voice yelled, “OH DEAR GOD! THEY’RE COMING IN THROUGH THE AIR DUCTS!”

I didn’t know what to expect, and I was kind of afraid to find out what was going on out there, but I opened my tent and saw the most beautiful sight of my entire life. Lavish fields of greens, blues, reds, yellows, and purples as far as the eye could see. The majesty of life in every which color drowned my contempt for myself and I just took in the beauty. The world had turned multicolored, and it was devastatingly beautiful… then I saw the old man and a screaming idiot in a car. My dad took off his shirt and was smacking it against the car as the man inside screamed like a little bitch. Above the car, like a mistletoe, sat a deflated basketball that my father called a bee’s nest. The car was covered in beans… bee’s and the men were being swarmed. I tried to yell at my dad, but he didn’t respond to me, so I closed my tent and waited it out.

The two men screamed a lot, and they screamed for a long time.

When the screaming stopped was about the time when I heard scuffled feet run into my dad’s tent. Then squirming ensued for what seemed like twenty minutes before I heard my dad say, “The fuck you doin’ Jim?”

“Albert!?”

In shock, I yelled, “What the hell is going on!?”

Jim asked, “Who’s that?”

My dad said, “That’s my daughter.”

“No shit!? You got a daughter?!”

“It’s been a while, Jim.”

“Yes, it has,” Jim said before he yelled at me, “What’s your name?”

I started to yell, “I’m-”

My dad stated, “I named her Daisy.”

“Daisy? Wow…”

Blind to what is going on in their tent I asked, “What the hell happened?”

“I have never seen that many bees in my entire life!”

My dad said, “Neither have I… what’re you trying to do? Kill yourself?”

“I’m just trying to get down the mountain… it’s getting rough.”

“How’s Daisy?”

“She’s not doing so well, she needs her medication, and she needs to go to chemo, but that shit don’t exist no more.”

“Fuck.”

“She’s stuck up there and well we were all afraid of this…” Jim paused and then said, “Crashing on the way down… I almost careened off where Paul did.”

Paul? I asked myself.

“How’d you expect to go up?”

“Wait, what’re you doing here? Checking up on Daisy? How’d you expect to go up that mountain?”

“Walk.”

“Me too.”

“Ronnie’s up there?”

“I wouldn’t have left her if he wasn’t.” There was animosity in the air, and it could be cut with a knife.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to walk back up together…”

“No, I have prescriptions to get, I’m not returning until…”

The two stopped for a pregnant pause… there was something that was out of my hearing range.

Jim asked, “You hear that?”

The next thing I knew, the dirt was floating all around me, my hair was too matted to move, but the flaked off pieces of blood were now with the dirt and pressed against the ceiling of the tent. I felt the same tendrils pulling up, unsuccessfully, and then the sound that the two had discussed. The door was opened, and the keys were in the ignition. The constant beeping was music. Was it over? Could it? Once the thought hit me, I began to cry. I didn’t care that this entire trip was for nothing, we were on our way back to normal! I thanked God profusely and looked outside. The bees were gone, probably amongst the sky, with particles of dirt that were on their way back down to the ground.

I couldn’t have been happier.


“Out of nowhere, the refrigerators started up on their own…” The clerk stated in wonder to Sheriff William.

“Yeah, I heard the clicking of the transformers outside.”

“I reckon it’s over?”

“Naw, it’s still up there, who knows what chicanery that thing can cause?”

“Damn.”

“Damn indeed…”

“Have you passed by a couple? Two colored folk? One, a young girl, covered in blood?”

“No, what do you know?”

“That’s about it.”

“Queer.”

“Don’t think you should be saying that?”

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