I own Cat, and Jessie, when she does appear... Oh, If I seem to update things less, it's because I'm working on my first novel, "Under A Summer Night's Sky", which I hope to get published by the end of the summer.
Sixteen Stars, One Moon
By: PurpleSailorSaturn7
Chapter 8: Hospital Visit
The branches tore at my clothes and face, but I kept running. I had ran for a mile straight when I concluded that I needed a new approach. If I continued to run, there was no way I'd make it home until next week if I got lucky. Which I never do, so I decided to hitchhike.
I walked around aimlessly until I reached the edge of the forest, muttering to myself. "It's happening all over. I can't run from it." I shook my head and headed to the nearest gas station for a 10 cent coke. But there wasn't one. Just an old McDonald's. Great. I hate McDonald's.
I sat on the curb, my thumb out, hoping for a ride of some kind. 'I should've stayed home.' I thought, kicking at the gravel with my foot. A semi stopped, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
"Where'ya headed?" The fat truck driver asked me. He smelled of alcohol and cheap liquor, which almost made me rethink the situation.
"Tulsa." I replied, grinning evilly. I had plans for this guy.
"Hop in." He replied, and I threw open the door.
"Excuse me," I said, trying to act polite but still show that I wasn't someone he should try to hit on. "Could we make a stop at that grocery store over there? I need to get some money."
"Sure thing, sweetie." He laughed and I recoiled, going as close as I could to the door. Everything I had said was the truth; I only had twenty-five cents in my pocket. But the thing was, I had even less anywhere else. As we rolled into the parking lot, I put up the hood of my jacket so it shaded my face. I checked my back pocket for my heater, which was still there. I had left my blade in my other pocket, so that was handy at a moment's notice. If there is one thing I learned in Cali, it's always have a backup.
I jumped out as easily as I had gotten in. I sauntered lazily into the store, and walked up to the cash register. No one was there but me and the cashier. Good.
"How may I help you?" The cashier asked.
"Give me the money," I replied, ready to draw the heater.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, Give me the money!" I pulled out the heater and had it aimed in less than 2 seconds. He hurridly emptied the cash register. I grabbed the bag from him, and as I was going out the door, he called after me, "Wait! Don't you want your receipt?" I shook my head and ran out of the door, jumping into the semi.
"Floor it!" I yelled, quite aware of the distant sounds of the fuzz car. The semi raced off towards Tulsa; my home away from home.
We didn't reach Tulsa until 3 in the morning, where I only freed myself from the insane driver by saying I'd call him. Yeah right, maybe in my next life.
My hand clutched the paper bag tightly as I found myself knocking on the door of the Curtis'. Wouldn't they be thrilled to see me at this time of the morning? Positively... not.
"Cat?" Darry asked in amazement as he opened the door.
"Me." I replied sleepily. To my surprise, he hugged me.
"Where have you been?"
"I have no idea. Florida." I replied in my usual sarcastic way. "If you must know, Windrixville. Is Pony here?"
"Yeah. He's asleep, and I almost was too, until you came back."
******
My eyes snapped open as Two-bit slammed the door. The smell of eggs frying wafted towards me, and I rolled off my spot on the couch.
"Now look what you did!" I heard Pony mutter in the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and wrapped my blanket back around me, heading off towards the kitchen.
"Ain't you got no respect for the sleeping?" I growled at them.
"Kitty!" Two-bit cried, swinging me around.
"Yes, yes, Kitty. Put Kitty down or Kitty hurt you." I laughed.
"No you won't." Two-bit replied.
"Wanna try me?" I sat down, too dizzy to stand any longer.
"Save it for the rumble." Steve said, messing up my hair, which was already a mess. I glared at him, and fell ungracefully our of my chair, forced to do a somersault to even think about getting up.
"Good one, Cat." Two-bit observed sarcastically.
"Thank you, thank you." I took a bow, almost falling over again. I never did have good balance in the morning, but this was due to lack of acid. I was disoriented. "I wish Sodapop would get out of the shower." I griped. "I have to go to work after my little rendezvous yesterday." I went back into the living room, my blanket cape trailing behind me. I flopped on the couch, managing to accidently sit on Pluto's tail in the process. He yelped and ran off, and I shook my head. What was wrong with me?
Darry came in, muttering something to Steve and picking him up, then dropping him. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, and I didn't really care. Pony was still going on about juvenile court, which luckily the hearing didn't include myself. If it did, I would be in a lot of trouble, and would have to flee from this country. Lucky one, ain't I?
I leaned back, seeming to sink in the couch like it was water. Suddenly I started up. I had remembered something I don't quite recall- A little girl, sitting in a truck, waiting for her dad to come out of the gas station. A guy standing outside the door, a heater being twirled around his thin gloved fingers. Another man, older, coming out of the gas station. Shouting. A shot. The older man falling to the ground, bleeding. What the heck was this? Deja voo? Only this had never happened, right? Or did it?
I was visibly shaking, cause Two-bit piped up, scaring me. "Something wrong Cat?" I shook my head.
"Nah," I laughed nervously. Fakely. "Just thinking about what would happen if I did replace the mayonaise packets with super-glue." And I had been contemplating that lately, too.
"Don't even try it." Darry gave me a serious look, which I counteracted by smiling sweetly.
"Catty, Are you doing anything today?" He asked after a moment, and I flinched as he called me "Catty". That was a mistake.
"I dunno, Superdope. You tell me. I'm wearing my uniform, aren't I?" He glared right back at me, then turned back to Pony. I could tell he was worried about him, but I couldn't help being a bit rebellious at calling me Catty. After a few more minutes, he, Steve, and Soda left, and then it was my turn. Two-bit was staying with Pony, which kinda worried me, as the fact I was wondering a. What kind of shambles was the house going to be in when I returned, and b. what would happen to my poor dog?
"Stop by the diner after you visit Johnny and Dally; I'll see if I can whip up a few free lunches. After all, we are down in the basement, so it's not out of your way." I said as I walked out the door. I paused. "Tell them I'll be there later, after work." Two-bit nodded dismissively, and I left.
"Where were you yesterday?" Cathy pounced on me the moment I got inside the door.
"Busy. Went on a road-trip." I replied, checking off my time-slip.
"By yourself?"
"No. A close friend with me." I said. That was the truth, though, wasn't it? Or were we more than that?
"Oh. That must have been nice."
"Uh-huh." As my first customer of the day came in, I hopped off my stool and went to his table.
"How may I help you today?" I asked, putting on my fakest smile I could muster, which wasn't convincing. I was too disoriented to focus on very much, so I barely heard him give his order.
"Are you okay?" Cathy asked as I sat back down. I mumbled an affirmative, aware I was breaking out in a cold-sweat. I hadn't had acid in two days.. and I was super dependent on it to keep me going. This wasn't good.
"Drink this." Cathy pushed a cup of water in front of me, and I drained it. "Maybe you should take today off, too. I won't tell the boss, and I'll cover for you. Go on," She said, shooing me towards the door.
"Thank you so much." I said, throwing my arms around her. She returned my hug.
"What are friends for?"
"You're the greatest!" I began to climb the stairs until I was on the hospital floor. I looked for Dally's room first. I was finally forced to ask for directions, and finally arrived at his room. I wrapped lightly on the door, than pushed it open, trying to look the happiest I could, and once again I was unsuccessfully. I knew what I'd do when I got home; have an acid binge.
My luck changed again. Dallas was asleep. I looked around, making sure no one was around. I leaned over and kissed him softly, luckily not waking him. I smirked, leaving. Now for Johnny.
As I reached to turn the knob, and was greeted by a unhappy nurse.
"I'm sorry," she said. "You can't come in here."
"Why not?" I asked, confused. Had she turned down Pony and Two-bit, too?
"You just can't see him right now." I turned to leave, and she called after me. "Are you Cat?"
"Yes." I said, not turning around.
"He asked me to give you this." I looked over my shoulder in disbelief. In her hands was Johnny's jean jacket (or what was left of it. It's something I'd borrow constantly). My worst fears were confirmed.
I took it out of her hands, slowly, as if it was poisonus. I had knew all along he wouldn't survive. Apparently he knew, too.
"How is he, really?" I asked, my eyes misted over. I was fighting hard to hold back the tears.
"Not good. I'm sorry, but you have to go."
"Please, let me see him. His friends are all he has. Isn't that enough?"
"Direct family only." I could tell she was getting annoyed.
"We're the only family he's got! Why can't you understand that?" I was aware by then I was shouting. I was also aware of everyone staring at me. But at least she seemed to be thinking about it.
"I'm sorry. You can't see them." She repeated, leaving. I stormed out, hopping into my Mustang, and driving like a crazy person. I pulled in in front of the Curtis's, running over a so conveniently placed fire hydrent. And so I sat, with only two wheels on the ground. Time to call Steve.
I bounded inside, making note of the fact I was home. So I got some acid. Not too much, but enough to bring me back to my senses. I smiled as my head began to clear and I became my normal self.
A/N: That's chapter 8. 9 soon. Please R/R!!!
Sixteen Stars, One Moon
By: PurpleSailorSaturn7
Chapter 8: Hospital Visit
The branches tore at my clothes and face, but I kept running. I had ran for a mile straight when I concluded that I needed a new approach. If I continued to run, there was no way I'd make it home until next week if I got lucky. Which I never do, so I decided to hitchhike.
I walked around aimlessly until I reached the edge of the forest, muttering to myself. "It's happening all over. I can't run from it." I shook my head and headed to the nearest gas station for a 10 cent coke. But there wasn't one. Just an old McDonald's. Great. I hate McDonald's.
I sat on the curb, my thumb out, hoping for a ride of some kind. 'I should've stayed home.' I thought, kicking at the gravel with my foot. A semi stopped, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
"Where'ya headed?" The fat truck driver asked me. He smelled of alcohol and cheap liquor, which almost made me rethink the situation.
"Tulsa." I replied, grinning evilly. I had plans for this guy.
"Hop in." He replied, and I threw open the door.
"Excuse me," I said, trying to act polite but still show that I wasn't someone he should try to hit on. "Could we make a stop at that grocery store over there? I need to get some money."
"Sure thing, sweetie." He laughed and I recoiled, going as close as I could to the door. Everything I had said was the truth; I only had twenty-five cents in my pocket. But the thing was, I had even less anywhere else. As we rolled into the parking lot, I put up the hood of my jacket so it shaded my face. I checked my back pocket for my heater, which was still there. I had left my blade in my other pocket, so that was handy at a moment's notice. If there is one thing I learned in Cali, it's always have a backup.
I jumped out as easily as I had gotten in. I sauntered lazily into the store, and walked up to the cash register. No one was there but me and the cashier. Good.
"How may I help you?" The cashier asked.
"Give me the money," I replied, ready to draw the heater.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, Give me the money!" I pulled out the heater and had it aimed in less than 2 seconds. He hurridly emptied the cash register. I grabbed the bag from him, and as I was going out the door, he called after me, "Wait! Don't you want your receipt?" I shook my head and ran out of the door, jumping into the semi.
"Floor it!" I yelled, quite aware of the distant sounds of the fuzz car. The semi raced off towards Tulsa; my home away from home.
We didn't reach Tulsa until 3 in the morning, where I only freed myself from the insane driver by saying I'd call him. Yeah right, maybe in my next life.
My hand clutched the paper bag tightly as I found myself knocking on the door of the Curtis'. Wouldn't they be thrilled to see me at this time of the morning? Positively... not.
"Cat?" Darry asked in amazement as he opened the door.
"Me." I replied sleepily. To my surprise, he hugged me.
"Where have you been?"
"I have no idea. Florida." I replied in my usual sarcastic way. "If you must know, Windrixville. Is Pony here?"
"Yeah. He's asleep, and I almost was too, until you came back."
******
My eyes snapped open as Two-bit slammed the door. The smell of eggs frying wafted towards me, and I rolled off my spot on the couch.
"Now look what you did!" I heard Pony mutter in the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and wrapped my blanket back around me, heading off towards the kitchen.
"Ain't you got no respect for the sleeping?" I growled at them.
"Kitty!" Two-bit cried, swinging me around.
"Yes, yes, Kitty. Put Kitty down or Kitty hurt you." I laughed.
"No you won't." Two-bit replied.
"Wanna try me?" I sat down, too dizzy to stand any longer.
"Save it for the rumble." Steve said, messing up my hair, which was already a mess. I glared at him, and fell ungracefully our of my chair, forced to do a somersault to even think about getting up.
"Good one, Cat." Two-bit observed sarcastically.
"Thank you, thank you." I took a bow, almost falling over again. I never did have good balance in the morning, but this was due to lack of acid. I was disoriented. "I wish Sodapop would get out of the shower." I griped. "I have to go to work after my little rendezvous yesterday." I went back into the living room, my blanket cape trailing behind me. I flopped on the couch, managing to accidently sit on Pluto's tail in the process. He yelped and ran off, and I shook my head. What was wrong with me?
Darry came in, muttering something to Steve and picking him up, then dropping him. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, and I didn't really care. Pony was still going on about juvenile court, which luckily the hearing didn't include myself. If it did, I would be in a lot of trouble, and would have to flee from this country. Lucky one, ain't I?
I leaned back, seeming to sink in the couch like it was water. Suddenly I started up. I had remembered something I don't quite recall- A little girl, sitting in a truck, waiting for her dad to come out of the gas station. A guy standing outside the door, a heater being twirled around his thin gloved fingers. Another man, older, coming out of the gas station. Shouting. A shot. The older man falling to the ground, bleeding. What the heck was this? Deja voo? Only this had never happened, right? Or did it?
I was visibly shaking, cause Two-bit piped up, scaring me. "Something wrong Cat?" I shook my head.
"Nah," I laughed nervously. Fakely. "Just thinking about what would happen if I did replace the mayonaise packets with super-glue." And I had been contemplating that lately, too.
"Don't even try it." Darry gave me a serious look, which I counteracted by smiling sweetly.
"Catty, Are you doing anything today?" He asked after a moment, and I flinched as he called me "Catty". That was a mistake.
"I dunno, Superdope. You tell me. I'm wearing my uniform, aren't I?" He glared right back at me, then turned back to Pony. I could tell he was worried about him, but I couldn't help being a bit rebellious at calling me Catty. After a few more minutes, he, Steve, and Soda left, and then it was my turn. Two-bit was staying with Pony, which kinda worried me, as the fact I was wondering a. What kind of shambles was the house going to be in when I returned, and b. what would happen to my poor dog?
"Stop by the diner after you visit Johnny and Dally; I'll see if I can whip up a few free lunches. After all, we are down in the basement, so it's not out of your way." I said as I walked out the door. I paused. "Tell them I'll be there later, after work." Two-bit nodded dismissively, and I left.
"Where were you yesterday?" Cathy pounced on me the moment I got inside the door.
"Busy. Went on a road-trip." I replied, checking off my time-slip.
"By yourself?"
"No. A close friend with me." I said. That was the truth, though, wasn't it? Or were we more than that?
"Oh. That must have been nice."
"Uh-huh." As my first customer of the day came in, I hopped off my stool and went to his table.
"How may I help you today?" I asked, putting on my fakest smile I could muster, which wasn't convincing. I was too disoriented to focus on very much, so I barely heard him give his order.
"Are you okay?" Cathy asked as I sat back down. I mumbled an affirmative, aware I was breaking out in a cold-sweat. I hadn't had acid in two days.. and I was super dependent on it to keep me going. This wasn't good.
"Drink this." Cathy pushed a cup of water in front of me, and I drained it. "Maybe you should take today off, too. I won't tell the boss, and I'll cover for you. Go on," She said, shooing me towards the door.
"Thank you so much." I said, throwing my arms around her. She returned my hug.
"What are friends for?"
"You're the greatest!" I began to climb the stairs until I was on the hospital floor. I looked for Dally's room first. I was finally forced to ask for directions, and finally arrived at his room. I wrapped lightly on the door, than pushed it open, trying to look the happiest I could, and once again I was unsuccessfully. I knew what I'd do when I got home; have an acid binge.
My luck changed again. Dallas was asleep. I looked around, making sure no one was around. I leaned over and kissed him softly, luckily not waking him. I smirked, leaving. Now for Johnny.
As I reached to turn the knob, and was greeted by a unhappy nurse.
"I'm sorry," she said. "You can't come in here."
"Why not?" I asked, confused. Had she turned down Pony and Two-bit, too?
"You just can't see him right now." I turned to leave, and she called after me. "Are you Cat?"
"Yes." I said, not turning around.
"He asked me to give you this." I looked over my shoulder in disbelief. In her hands was Johnny's jean jacket (or what was left of it. It's something I'd borrow constantly). My worst fears were confirmed.
I took it out of her hands, slowly, as if it was poisonus. I had knew all along he wouldn't survive. Apparently he knew, too.
"How is he, really?" I asked, my eyes misted over. I was fighting hard to hold back the tears.
"Not good. I'm sorry, but you have to go."
"Please, let me see him. His friends are all he has. Isn't that enough?"
"Direct family only." I could tell she was getting annoyed.
"We're the only family he's got! Why can't you understand that?" I was aware by then I was shouting. I was also aware of everyone staring at me. But at least she seemed to be thinking about it.
"I'm sorry. You can't see them." She repeated, leaving. I stormed out, hopping into my Mustang, and driving like a crazy person. I pulled in in front of the Curtis's, running over a so conveniently placed fire hydrent. And so I sat, with only two wheels on the ground. Time to call Steve.
I bounded inside, making note of the fact I was home. So I got some acid. Not too much, but enough to bring me back to my senses. I smiled as my head began to clear and I became my normal self.
A/N: That's chapter 8. 9 soon. Please R/R!!!