Dead Like Me?
Chapter one
I guess you could say being dead has it's advanteges.You never get tied, never get sick...wait. That can't be right. Or at least thats what I thought as I started to throw up. What the hell!
Flushing the toilet I left the Dur Waffle House bathroom and proceded to the booth where Rube looked at me quizzically.
"Hey, Peanut."
"Don't call me that."
"Sounds like somebody's caught her death." Said Roxy with a twitch of the lips. Sometimes she could be pretty cool but there were times like right now where I just wanted to smack the little black hat right off of her head.
"I'm not feeling too good, Rube, maybe I should sit this one out." I said.
"Sorry, no can do, Peanut," He said and opened the ancient organizer, " One, for you,you and you." He said as he distributed names.
Post-it's. Jesus on a pogo-stick. It still bothers me how each one was a person and all we knew of them was their first initial, last name and their ETD. What about when they were born, or their favorite color. Hell, why not a decription of their afterlife so we don't sound like idiots when they ask. I'm getting tired of saying something that sounds like "Idunno, dude." to my ears.
"D. Herbig. 1935 Perkins Dr. EST: 9:16 AM"
As always I ran the name in the rollodex of my mind. Fuck. You've gotta be kidding me. First the kid on the train, then the sweet milkman, the musician, now they want me to kill my boss.
"You asshole!"
"Sorry?" Rube asks without much remorse.
Tossing a five on the table I storm out to the Mustang. Slaming the door I start the car and gun the gas, screeching past the stupid wooden sign saying "Dur Parking Lot."
I had to hurry. We were going to be late for work. Today's my day for car-pool. I'm supposed to pick up Delores.
I pull up in front of her apartment building and she's standing there as always with that bizzare smile she hides behind. I just want to curl up in a hole and die.
"Hey, Delores! Hurry up, we don't want to be late!" I say as I pop open the door.
She looks at the car with terror in her eyes.
"Sorry, I think I'll call in... I didn't sleep to well last night." She says faintly.
Oh thanks, as if this wasn't going to be hard enough.
"Come on, I'm already here. You can survive the day can't you?"
"I'm not sure. See I've been having these dreams... where I, you know... bite the big one." she says with a knod of her head.
Oh, no. Not good.
"So I'm in the car and you grab my arm, tell me that you're sorry and suddenly I see the car explode. It's almost as if I weren't in it at all. But I could see my body...or rather, parts of it all over the place. I remember seeing my indexfinger on the ground and I'm staring at my mother's antique ring..." She goes on.
"Delores, I'm sure it was just a bad dream. Come on, it's time to go." I say reassuringly and patt the passenger side seat.
Okay, this day gets worse, so now I'm going to loose my car, too.
She lookes thoughtful for a moment and then gets in the car. "I guess you're right Millie. I'm just being silly. Let's go."
So I'm driving right, and paranoia starts to kick in. I'm looking all over the place for maniac cars ready to plow my ass into next week when I hear a scream.
I look over to see Delores pointing at the railroad crossing sign in front of me. I'm trapped on the tracks.
I hear the train-whistle blow and I panic.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry Delores, but you won't feel a thing, I promise." I say as I swiped my hand down her shoulder. I can feel the weird coldness of her soul being reaped.
The train comes. Then everything goes black.
End of Chapter One. Please respond so I will continue.