"Do You Have A Lifestory, Jimmy?", chapter 3
"Have you been here before?" asked the police, who was way nicer than the watchman.
"Uh yeah..." I mumbled, and looked down at the floor. Jimmy sat in the chair beside me, and grabbed my hand.
"And your name is?"
The space froze. Oh no. Crap.
Jimmy just looked at me with a glance saying "Everything will be okay, just tell him."
"I... I have really... none." I swallowed nervously.
The old police man raised his eyebrows.
"Are you sure there isn't a name?" He said kindly, trying to get me talking. I didn't reply, so he turned to Jimmy. "You're her boyfriend?"
Jimmy nodded fervently.
"Then you ought to know. What's her name?"
"Well..." Jimmy began. "You just told your self."
"Can you please specify?" Mr. Miller, according to the patch on his shirt, sighed.
"Her name's Whatsername."
I bit my lip, and faced mr. Miller unwillingly. He sat down behind his desk with a perplexed expression.
"Don't you have a name, a real name that your mom and dad gave you?"
I felt treatend like a small kid, and caught in a cage.
"No, I took my own name. Whatsername. You can write that in your fucking journal. W-h-a-t-s-e-r-n-a-m-e", I muttred doggedly.
"Fine. Last name?" Miller continued like I hadn't gone upset at all. He started to seriously piss me off.
"I HAVE NO LAST NAME!" I shrieked, and flow up from the chair. "Do you wanna hear? Do you wanna know about me?! Nobody else knows, not even Jimmy, and you know what you do now? You're making me do something I never would do!! I'm fucking telling you my lifestory!" I smashed his desk with my clenched fist.
"Whatsername--" Jimmy tried, and carefully put his hand on my back, but I shook him off of me.
"No! He has already got me started, so I won't fucking stop now!" I yelled, and threw down Miller's stuff on the floor. "My mother, was a prostitute. My father, was an arse. He, had some booze. She, had nothing. I'm a mixture of an arse, a prostitute, booze and nothing! IS THAT ENOUGH?!"
The space between us was sick. I fell down at my chair again. The tears flew down my cheeks.
"Honey..." Jimmy whispered and pulled me closer. If I was aware of what really happened, I would have realised on being called "honey." But now, I had turned everything off. I heard the others, I saw the others, but I didn't talk to them, I didn't move. I acted like I was dead.
"You'll spend night here, and then perhaps we can squeeze some sense out of her tomorrow," I heard Miller say, picking up his stuff from the floor.
And we did. We spent all night in a boring, narrow cell. I didn't talk, and Jimmy was all quiet too. I wanted to apologize in some way, but I couldn't express it. I had to think about it. I was up all damn night long, and only thought.
Then I remembered the dream I had last night. I grinned. That was the weirdest I've ever dreamed.
"Whatsername," Jimmy whispered in the middle of the night. My body snatched itself.
"Jimmy! I thought you were asleep!"
"I thought the same about you," he grinned.
I climbed down the ladder from the bunk bed. Jimmy sat on his bed, looking really tired.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled and settled down beside him. He looked confused.
"I better apologize, I shouldn't have let him get you telling... you know."
Now it was my turn to glare at him.
"What? You wouldn't be here in this fucking jail if it wasn't for me!"
"Whatsername, honey--"
I held up my hand to get him quiet.
"What did you call me?" I wondered, and lowered my hand again.
"Sorry!" Jimmy yelled immediately.
"No it's just... you were first."
Jimmy moved closer to me. So close...
"First?"
"You were... first with... calling me honey, and..." I blushed, and Jimmy grabbed my hand.
"And?" he smiled.
I swallowed.
"And sitting so close to me."
***
"Get up kids! Get up now!"
I heard something made of metal jangle and someone scream at us. Sleepy, I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
Jimmy laid beside me.
It sort of scared me, and I quickly got out of bed.
"Good morning," said mr. Miller, who stood in the doorway. "Let's get it done now, you don't wanna miss the beautiful weather outside," he tried to entice me.
"Morning," Jimmy groaned from the bed.
"I'll see you in three minutes." Miller closed the door and vanished.
Jimmy yawned big and groaned again.
"I hate Mondays," he joked, and we burst into a concentrated laughter.
It was just no time for jokes.
Miller came back and fetched us. I was surprised he still was as kind to me as he had been the day before.
He lead us into the same room as we had been the day before. Jimmy and I sat down in front of the desk, and mr. Miller behind it.
"Am I going to jail now?" I asked nervously, with trembling cheek.
Mr. Miller snorted.
"Oh no, you're just getting fined."
"Heavily fined?"
"Well, $22."
I breathed freely and opened my eyes wide.
"Seriously?!" Jimmy and I exchanged beaming glances.
Mr. Miller nodded.
"Just pay them and you're free."
The happiness died as fast as it was born. The money. How should we get the money?
"Uh yeah..." I mumbled, and looked down at the floor. Jimmy sat in the chair beside me, and grabbed my hand.
"And your name is?"
The space froze. Oh no. Crap.
Jimmy just looked at me with a glance saying "Everything will be okay, just tell him."
"I... I have really... none." I swallowed nervously.
The old police man raised his eyebrows.
"Are you sure there isn't a name?" He said kindly, trying to get me talking. I didn't reply, so he turned to Jimmy. "You're her boyfriend?"
Jimmy nodded fervently.
"Then you ought to know. What's her name?"
"Well..." Jimmy began. "You just told your self."
"Can you please specify?" Mr. Miller, according to the patch on his shirt, sighed.
"Her name's Whatsername."
I bit my lip, and faced mr. Miller unwillingly. He sat down behind his desk with a perplexed expression.
"Don't you have a name, a real name that your mom and dad gave you?"
I felt treatend like a small kid, and caught in a cage.
"No, I took my own name. Whatsername. You can write that in your fucking journal. W-h-a-t-s-e-r-n-a-m-e", I muttred doggedly.
"Fine. Last name?" Miller continued like I hadn't gone upset at all. He started to seriously piss me off.
"I HAVE NO LAST NAME!" I shrieked, and flow up from the chair. "Do you wanna hear? Do you wanna know about me?! Nobody else knows, not even Jimmy, and you know what you do now? You're making me do something I never would do!! I'm fucking telling you my lifestory!" I smashed his desk with my clenched fist.
"Whatsername--" Jimmy tried, and carefully put his hand on my back, but I shook him off of me.
"No! He has already got me started, so I won't fucking stop now!" I yelled, and threw down Miller's stuff on the floor. "My mother, was a prostitute. My father, was an arse. He, had some booze. She, had nothing. I'm a mixture of an arse, a prostitute, booze and nothing! IS THAT ENOUGH?!"
The space between us was sick. I fell down at my chair again. The tears flew down my cheeks.
"Honey..." Jimmy whispered and pulled me closer. If I was aware of what really happened, I would have realised on being called "honey." But now, I had turned everything off. I heard the others, I saw the others, but I didn't talk to them, I didn't move. I acted like I was dead.
"You'll spend night here, and then perhaps we can squeeze some sense out of her tomorrow," I heard Miller say, picking up his stuff from the floor.
And we did. We spent all night in a boring, narrow cell. I didn't talk, and Jimmy was all quiet too. I wanted to apologize in some way, but I couldn't express it. I had to think about it. I was up all damn night long, and only thought.
Then I remembered the dream I had last night. I grinned. That was the weirdest I've ever dreamed.
"Whatsername," Jimmy whispered in the middle of the night. My body snatched itself.
"Jimmy! I thought you were asleep!"
"I thought the same about you," he grinned.
I climbed down the ladder from the bunk bed. Jimmy sat on his bed, looking really tired.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled and settled down beside him. He looked confused.
"I better apologize, I shouldn't have let him get you telling... you know."
Now it was my turn to glare at him.
"What? You wouldn't be here in this fucking jail if it wasn't for me!"
"Whatsername, honey--"
I held up my hand to get him quiet.
"What did you call me?" I wondered, and lowered my hand again.
"Sorry!" Jimmy yelled immediately.
"No it's just... you were first."
Jimmy moved closer to me. So close...
"First?"
"You were... first with... calling me honey, and..." I blushed, and Jimmy grabbed my hand.
"And?" he smiled.
I swallowed.
"And sitting so close to me."
***
"Get up kids! Get up now!"
I heard something made of metal jangle and someone scream at us. Sleepy, I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
Jimmy laid beside me.
It sort of scared me, and I quickly got out of bed.
"Good morning," said mr. Miller, who stood in the doorway. "Let's get it done now, you don't wanna miss the beautiful weather outside," he tried to entice me.
"Morning," Jimmy groaned from the bed.
"I'll see you in three minutes." Miller closed the door and vanished.
Jimmy yawned big and groaned again.
"I hate Mondays," he joked, and we burst into a concentrated laughter.
It was just no time for jokes.
Miller came back and fetched us. I was surprised he still was as kind to me as he had been the day before.
He lead us into the same room as we had been the day before. Jimmy and I sat down in front of the desk, and mr. Miller behind it.
"Am I going to jail now?" I asked nervously, with trembling cheek.
Mr. Miller snorted.
"Oh no, you're just getting fined."
"Heavily fined?"
"Well, $22."
I breathed freely and opened my eyes wide.
"Seriously?!" Jimmy and I exchanged beaming glances.
Mr. Miller nodded.
"Just pay them and you're free."
The happiness died as fast as it was born. The money. How should we get the money?
