A Weekend in Seattle
Day 2 Part 6
May 30, 2008?
We were sitting in a quint, colorful little coffee shop, getting out of the rain which had just recently started soaking us to the bone (expression??) I got hot coca for all of us, and sat down at a round wooden table. We sat in silence, nonchalantly sipping our coca and making light, meaningless conversation. At this point I was marveling at the fact that we were just ignoring the point I believe I made earlier. If I didn't mention it, we were being chased by a killer that was also our mother. And I was shocked we were just completely shrugging it off like it never even happened. Well, you know what.
So anyways, we were just sitting there when the small bell that hung above the entrance dinged, and Nathaniel came in. Nathaniel! I gestured for him, and he half ran half crawled over, his boots squeaking lightly with every step. He wrapped us in a tight hug, not caring that we were all shivering. He got himself a coffee and sat next to us.
"What's wrong?" Kelsi asked. We all looked so vulnerable, splattered with mud, our clothes torn at some points.
"Well…" He began, wringing his hands. The bell dinged again, and in came our mother, less soaked by the rain. Her hair was all over the place, and her eyes gleamed with a wild sense of revenge and…I hate to say it…evil. Nate (Nathaniel's nickname that I'll be calling him for the rest of this story) looked at us pitifully, then scooted away from us, only to be promptly shoved off of his chair by my mother. She sat down, not caring her skirt was all the way up, showing off her thong and her broken heart tattoo on her thigh. The owner of the coffee shop gave me a look, but my mother caught it. Before he could get to the phone, she pulled out her old gun.
"I'm telling you now, if any of you make the slightest movement, these girls will get it." She then proceeded to parade around the room, pointing the gun at innocent coffee buyers. Did I mention my mom is a total nut? "Okay, now let me just take these girls to my car, and I'll be on my way. Or, would you rather me kill them now and get it over with?" Nobody moved or said anything, in fear of being shot themselves. "Good. Then, we'll just be going. Come on, girls." She then grabbed our wrists with her 'claws.' I let out a small whimper as I felt blood come out of my hands. She was stopped when someone's cell phone went off. Music's in my soul, I can hear it. Every day and every night, it's the one thing on my mind… A very popular Connect 3 song played, and I looked around for the owner of the cell phone. When I couldn't find them, I was amazed. It turned out someone actually left their cell phone in there. Lucky them. Another phone went off, but it was just the beep, beep of someone dialing.
"Whoever that is is going to stop or I'll stop them myself." Beep beep "Come on, I mean it. I have a loaded gun." Beep, beep beep "I will find you, you know. This shop isn't that small." Help me! I'm being held – BANG! She then proceeded to shoot random phones. That is, until she noticed a phone chord leading behind the counter. BANG! One dead. I winced again as I watched more blood come from behind the counter. She was still hanging on to my arm, which had lost feeling a long time ago.
I can't really remember what happened next. I think I moved because everything just went black after my mom shoved the gun against my chest. I woke up in a very white room. So white, I had to close my eyes, then slowly open them to get used to it. Kelsi and Morgan were next to my bed, holding my good hand, my other hand was wrapped up in a cast, which they had already signed.
"Good morning." I said. They hugged me and started to cry and say things like 'we thought you died!' and ' You made it!' I was oblivious to whatever else was going on. "wh-what?" I managed to say.
So apparently shooting me once wasn't good enough for dear old mom. Oh, no, she had to do it 3 times. Once in the head, which they promptly removed, leaving a throbbing scar on my forehead. The other two in the chest, which they also removed. The scars there were less painful, though. All I wanted was my 'home' with my friends and my life and everything else that had become routine over the years. But no. I had to sit in that hospital bed and eat my disturbing, rubbery yellow eggs. That or I couldn't be released. So I began to choke down the eggs, imagining my sisters and I at pca, where we could be in only a few days.