Hummingbird Part 2
With every breath I took I wondered why. Why did I bother with trying every day? I keep waiting, wishing for some way for him to come back. I put down my iPod and sighed, bringing my hand to rest on my forehead. I wish I could say I didn't miss him. I groaned as I sat up and looked out my grimy apartment window. Leaning in close to the glass I could feel the cold from the wind chilled rain battering against the window. Feeling the sudden urge I put on my black coat and grabbed an umbrella. Before I left, I checked to make sure Gaz was comfortable in her little cot by the sofa. Just as I'd walked in, she'd turned over and looked at me rather drowsily with a questioning look on her face.
"I'm just going to head out for some breakfast, do you want anything? It's McDonald's just so you know." I scratched at the back of my head. Not like I can afford much else.
"Breakfast burritos." She said almost in a whisper; her voice was so hoarse. I'll get some cough drops while I'm out.
It was so surreal. Just hours after I'd met him he was taken away. I didn't even comprehend what had happened until I was at the funeral. I remember it was the same rain as when we'd left the club. Still falling at the same pace, still cold, still suffocating; yet it changed when I heard those shots fired. He'd been killed for a measly 23 dollars in his wallet. I'd never been ready for this kind of outcome. I wasn't built for this kind of tragedy.
But the question was..was it really a tragedy? It didn't, from a neutral perspective, seem like it should have been. It wasn't like we were in love. Or we're we? I shook my head and ordered Gaz her food. I got a small parfait for me since I couldn't afford anything more. I sighed looking at the almost insignificant amount of food being made behind the counter. I didn't even have a job. The only way I was surviving was off of loans for a college dad thought I was attending. But I couldn't survive for much longer just on that..."I need a job.." I said out loud. I didn't mean to; it just slips out sometimes.
"Hey, if you need a job then...well we're hiring here if you're not too picky. Of course Bloaty's is always in need of new meat. And I don't mean as in workers." And just as the McDonald's cashier said that, I saw a man with no legs crawl out of Bloaty's across the street. I shivered and turned back to cashier. "How much you guys pay?"
"Enough." He said. I stared at him for a few seconds just looking for anything that would seem menacing. I found several tips that said he was a dangerous guy. "Alright, I'll bite." He handed me an application and then my food. "Thanks...I guess."
On my way home I passed by the cemetery where...where he was buried. I couldn't help it; I had to go inside.
Opening the gate with an ear wrenching creak of metal, I walked inside among the mildew covered graves. The soft crunch of the heavily fertilised grass was the only sound as I approached the one grave I cared about. All it said was "Zim: born:- died: 2031". I knelt down beside the damp stone and pressed my hand to the earth in front of it; it felt warm.
"I put a heater in there so I wouldn't be so cold for the ride down." My head snapped up to see Zim; kneeling right behind his own gravestone. "Zim! How are you- how did- you're alive!" He smiled and I'm sure I was crying at the sight. "Yeah. Of course! You think a measly bullet is going to stop my amazingness?" He cupped my face and I felt like flying. "You must be dreaming."
I flinched and woke up in my bed.
