I Think The Rain Is Calling Murder (Sequel of We Will Run Away), chapter 16
Rebel hadn't come to me for a while. I was starting to think that maybe she didn't love me anymore, that she didn't care. My heart crumbled at that thought. Then again, Tré needed her; I couldn't deny him of help and guidance. He and Natalie had brought Brody to see me in the prison once; she was just beautiful, looked a bit like Tré, but mostly had her mother's features. Light hazel eyes, brown, curly hair; she had Tré's smile though. That kid was absolutely stunning; she'd break a few hearts when she was older, I'll give her that.
Something came to mind. Jimmy had to go. Really, he did. I think that Jimmy's sense of purpose had gone when the plot went wrong. Now that I know he's there, know that he has a more tender side to him, I don't want him to leave. For everyone's sake, he has to go. A smile came upon my lips as my mind was cast back to when I saw Rebel beside me after the plane crash. I remember feeling so groggy that I didn't want to speak, and then there she was. Just the sight of her made me feel happier. Honest to God, I loved her...I accept that she's gone. Acting the way I have been won't bring her back to life.
Just in case you wondered, I don't feel any physical attraction to Nicola whatsoever. She's my psychiatrist, she's married, and I'm still grieving. Her marriage to a guy called Sonny had been falling apart since their daughter, Kez, left home for university in Nevada. Some people would see it as an advantage having their child leave home, but really that's when Nicola's marriage broke down. Nicola and her husband would fight over petty things, then accusations would get thrown around, doors would be slammed, and screams would be heard out in the streets.
Nicola brought me a picture of her daughter. She was a good looking kid. I would have said she looked more like her father, but I didn't know what he looked like; not sure whether I wanted to, either, from what I'd heard. Kez had short, brown hair, quite, erm...damn what's that word Rebel used to say? Volumed, that's it. Her eyes were a dark blue, but they almost looked black; everyone's eyes go black at one point. She had a nice, white complexion; obviously liked to maintain her appearance. Her ears were pierced and there hung some star earrings, and around her neck hung a star pendant. I'm guessing this girl liked stars. Me, I love stars, I mean who doesn't love stars? She had one of those mischievous smiles I'd seen oh so many times before with Tré and Rebel when they were planning to get me some how.
I was finally let out of solitary confinement, seeing that Matt was transferred to a psychiatric hospital. Damn, he was one messed up kid. You could probably say the same about me, but you know I don't care. I'd been in prison for a year...yeah, like I'm going to be able to survive another four before parole.
Lucky me was put outside to break up rocks with a pick axe. I, the same as you, only thought that happened in the movies and cartoons. A group of about twenty of us were taken out to the middle of nowhere to do this...and the point being? The sun was scorching and we were in dark clothing. Did these dudes want us to die or something? Well, no matter the conditions, I carried on with what I was supposed to do, as one of the guys learned the hard way. If our standards dropped, then we'd get a whip to the back, nothing light, could draw blood if the whip was cracked hard enough. When we were first doing this, I couldn't last a whole day swinging an axe about, but like most things, I got used to it.
The guards that were supervising us would stand behind us; trust me, I was tempted to either hit them with the axe or run away. They'd catch me in a squad car, though, then the press would be even worse. Maybe this was a form of discipline, really I didn't know. We'd be out there from the crack of dawn until dusk, the only time I had time to think was right before I crashed out in my bunk.
I had the cell to myself now. No one else in that shit hole would dare come near me in case Jimmy put in an appearance. As for Jimmy...well he hadn't really been doing anything. It's not only me that I've run ragged doing this...slave labour. There was a time when I was excused from working due to heat exhaustion. They only diagnosed me with it when it was a little too late.
The morning started at five thirty; it was still a little dark outside, but that didn't seem to bother these people, bastards. I slowly sat up in the bed, and almost instantly my head felt heavy. Shaking my head only made it seem a whole lot worse. Different coloured dots appeared before my eyes; I reached my arm out to touch them, but nothing was there. I bit my bottom lip in confusion, forgetting that I pulled the blankets off of myself, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, placing my bare feet on the floor. The coloured spots began to get bigger...something was wrong, I could feel it. A knot came to my stomach. A hot feeling plagued my chest and the back of my throat. The saliva in my mouth became sour.
I heaved my body off of the bed and held onto the rail underneath the top bunk for support. My face felt hot to the touch, but then again, my hands were probably just cold. I stepped forward, but instantly I regretted it. The pain and heaviness in my head intensified, the dots before me grew larger, then my knees buckled, my eyes rolled backward, and there was nothing.
Something came to mind. Jimmy had to go. Really, he did. I think that Jimmy's sense of purpose had gone when the plot went wrong. Now that I know he's there, know that he has a more tender side to him, I don't want him to leave. For everyone's sake, he has to go. A smile came upon my lips as my mind was cast back to when I saw Rebel beside me after the plane crash. I remember feeling so groggy that I didn't want to speak, and then there she was. Just the sight of her made me feel happier. Honest to God, I loved her...I accept that she's gone. Acting the way I have been won't bring her back to life.
Just in case you wondered, I don't feel any physical attraction to Nicola whatsoever. She's my psychiatrist, she's married, and I'm still grieving. Her marriage to a guy called Sonny had been falling apart since their daughter, Kez, left home for university in Nevada. Some people would see it as an advantage having their child leave home, but really that's when Nicola's marriage broke down. Nicola and her husband would fight over petty things, then accusations would get thrown around, doors would be slammed, and screams would be heard out in the streets.
Nicola brought me a picture of her daughter. She was a good looking kid. I would have said she looked more like her father, but I didn't know what he looked like; not sure whether I wanted to, either, from what I'd heard. Kez had short, brown hair, quite, erm...damn what's that word Rebel used to say? Volumed, that's it. Her eyes were a dark blue, but they almost looked black; everyone's eyes go black at one point. She had a nice, white complexion; obviously liked to maintain her appearance. Her ears were pierced and there hung some star earrings, and around her neck hung a star pendant. I'm guessing this girl liked stars. Me, I love stars, I mean who doesn't love stars? She had one of those mischievous smiles I'd seen oh so many times before with Tré and Rebel when they were planning to get me some how.
I was finally let out of solitary confinement, seeing that Matt was transferred to a psychiatric hospital. Damn, he was one messed up kid. You could probably say the same about me, but you know I don't care. I'd been in prison for a year...yeah, like I'm going to be able to survive another four before parole.
Lucky me was put outside to break up rocks with a pick axe. I, the same as you, only thought that happened in the movies and cartoons. A group of about twenty of us were taken out to the middle of nowhere to do this...and the point being? The sun was scorching and we were in dark clothing. Did these dudes want us to die or something? Well, no matter the conditions, I carried on with what I was supposed to do, as one of the guys learned the hard way. If our standards dropped, then we'd get a whip to the back, nothing light, could draw blood if the whip was cracked hard enough. When we were first doing this, I couldn't last a whole day swinging an axe about, but like most things, I got used to it.
The guards that were supervising us would stand behind us; trust me, I was tempted to either hit them with the axe or run away. They'd catch me in a squad car, though, then the press would be even worse. Maybe this was a form of discipline, really I didn't know. We'd be out there from the crack of dawn until dusk, the only time I had time to think was right before I crashed out in my bunk.
I had the cell to myself now. No one else in that shit hole would dare come near me in case Jimmy put in an appearance. As for Jimmy...well he hadn't really been doing anything. It's not only me that I've run ragged doing this...slave labour. There was a time when I was excused from working due to heat exhaustion. They only diagnosed me with it when it was a little too late.
The morning started at five thirty; it was still a little dark outside, but that didn't seem to bother these people, bastards. I slowly sat up in the bed, and almost instantly my head felt heavy. Shaking my head only made it seem a whole lot worse. Different coloured dots appeared before my eyes; I reached my arm out to touch them, but nothing was there. I bit my bottom lip in confusion, forgetting that I pulled the blankets off of myself, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, placing my bare feet on the floor. The coloured spots began to get bigger...something was wrong, I could feel it. A knot came to my stomach. A hot feeling plagued my chest and the back of my throat. The saliva in my mouth became sour.
I heaved my body off of the bed and held onto the rail underneath the top bunk for support. My face felt hot to the touch, but then again, my hands were probably just cold. I stepped forward, but instantly I regretted it. The pain and heaviness in my head intensified, the dots before me grew larger, then my knees buckled, my eyes rolled backward, and there was nothing.
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