Yellowstone by Skye Rocket
Chapter Six
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Matthew Perry. Ha!
A/N: Hello again. Think that I was through? Nope! Ha! LOL, I'm ok, really.
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said as mom gestured to my vitamins. I unscrewed the lid and put my fingers inside to get one of the florescent tablets out of it. Just like always. Or was it?
Suddenly my fingers brushed against something sharp. I squeaked and yanked my hand away. I examined my index finger. A fresh drop of blood had blossomed there. I turned back to the small bottle on the counter. My face contorted in horror.
A pill climbed out of the jar. It had developed bright red eyes and long, dripping fangs. I screamed as it leapt on me, biting at my hair…
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"Auggggggh!" I screamed, toppling over the edge of the bed. Kelsey was nowhere to be found. In panic I shuffled my long mane of hair around, searching for blood-sucking vitamins in the hair. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank god," I murmured, standing up. Just then, Chandler and Rachel came into my room.
"You okay, hon?" Rachel asked. "We heard you scream." I blushed bright red.
"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Just had a little creepy dream. And fell on the floor."
"Well, what'd you dream about?" Chandler asked. I sighed and looked towards the floor.
"I dreamed that my vitamins attacked me," I said sheepishly. Chandler snorted and Rachel slapped on the arm.
"That sounds awful, dear," she said. "Your parents went to pick up some breakfast stuff with Monica."
"You know, Jane, I've had some weird dreams too," Chandler said, proceeding to tell me about being naked in front of the whole class in high school, and let's just say something was taken out and a phone was added in.
"Erm, that's great…"I said, gradually inching away from him.
"Well, anyway, your parents are taking Monica and Joey with you guys to see the fountain paint pots," Rachel said. I clapped my hands.
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"Mom!" I whined. She looked down at me. I motioned for her to come closer so I could whisper to her. She and Dad kept poking around the gift shop or the visitor's center. "I hafta pee!" I squealed. She pointed to the restroom sign. I ran over to the door and ducked inside.
I ran to the first stall I could find and locked the door. When I had finished I pulled at the lock. It didn't move. I jerked at it again. I was the only one in the bathroom. I grabbed the handle and pulled as hard as I could, expecting it to give way. It stayed firmly locked.
"Help me!" I screamed, panic setting in. "Help!" But no one came. I banged a fist on the door. I opened my mouth and swore off a string of profane words that would make my parents wither up and die of shame. I shouted for help again but nothing happened.
I stepped back a few steps until I was right up against the toilet and attempted to deliver a solid kick to the door. But I only succeeded in squashing my toe. I screamed loudly.
"Let me out! I'm dying in here!" I screamed as loud as possible. But the bathroom was tucked back in a corner. I had no idea if anyone heard the thirteen year old in the bathroom crying for help.
Wild thoughts ran through my buzzing mind. What if no one found me for hours? Days? WEEKS? What if I ran out of food and had to stay alive by eating only toilet paper and drinking from the toilet? Where would I sleep? How would I keep from being bored? Would anyone speak up at the family reunions and say 'Kurt, Karen, you used to have a daughter, right?' and my mom and dad would sigh and nod sadly. Then my mom would say 'Yeah, yeah, we did. But that was before she disappeared and we never found her.' And then they would all nod and pat my dad on the back and give my mom a comforting hug, while I counted my fingers and toes in the bathroom stall, slowly driven into insanity.
I stepped up onto the toilet seat and looked over into the next bathroom. "Maybe I can climb over!" I thought, a glimmer of hope in my brain. I lifted my leg up and tried to shimmy over the wall.
But my head wouldn't even fit through the small gap between the top of the stall and the ceiling. I lowered myself to the ground and sat down. I hugged my knees to my chest. I was getting restless and stood up. Why, oh, why couldn't I have brought my backpack in with me? It had my Gameboy, a couple of novels and a bag of gummi worms in it. Why me? I was to die in a bathroom stall.
I began furiously kicking the door over and over again. "God! Someone help me out of here!" I shook the door from the top repeatedly. "Arrrgh!" I fell onto the floor. My chin rested on the pristine, white floor. I looked at the gap.
"I…I could fit through that…" I said. It was a miracle. I was saved by a ridiculous outburst. I ducked my head under the door and crawled under the door as fast as I could. I stood up and danced around the room.
"I'm SAVED!" I cried blissfully. I twirled around on my toes and screamed happy phrases. I flung open the door and ran out, still in happy, crazed…happiness. I was still so happy.
"Good lord, Jane!" Allen shouted loudly. "You must have really had to clean out your colon!" People were staring at us now. I blushed furiously. Trevor laughed his head off. I was so embarrassed. But that seemed to be the way things were going that day.
I walked over to where Mom was looking at a pair of arrowhead earrings with Kelsey and Monica. They all stared at me. I shrugged.
"Jane? Are you all right?" Mom asked softly. I sighed.
"Yeah. I got…locked in," I said. "I was screaming for you! Didn't ya hear me?" Kelsey burst into giggles. Mom pulled me into a hug.
"Oh my god! It was awful!" I shouted. Monica and Kelsey started to laugh hysterically. I was mortified.
"It's not funny," I grumbled.
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On the way home in the car, EVERYONE knew about what had happened to me. I had had to tell my horrific bathroom story. Each time, everyone laughed as if they'd never heard it before. I buried my face in my hands.
"It isn't funny!" I said after Monica made yet another pun. Kelsey and Joey sat in the backseat with us. Joey sat next to me for some reason, separating Kelsey and me. He patted me on the shoulder.
'This blows!' I thought. I shoved a gummy worm into my mouth and chewed it. My head rested on the window. My brain rattled, but it was slightly comfy. I was stiflingly bored.
I just hoped the rest of the day would be good.
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I suppose it was better when we got home. We had Kentucky Fried Chicken and cake for dinner. I beat Ross and Chandler at chess. Allen was forced to apologize about the whole 'colon' incident.
"This is boring," Kelsey piped up. We exchanged glances. I sighed, exhausted. Being locked in a visitor's center bathroom really takes a lot out of you.
"Well, why don't you go to sleep?" Rachel said with a yawn. It was late into the night. But somehow, it was like an unsung challenge. Whoever went to sleep first would fail.
"Nah. But if you want to, you can," I said with a laziness in my voice. Rachel sighed and shook her head. There was a burning silence that filled the room. We sighed again and no one said anything. I sipped at my glass of water, trying to get the cool temperature to somehow keep me awake.
The minutes passed. Nothing especially interesting happened. Seconds faded into minutes, minutes faded into half hours…you get the idea.
"Fine, fine," Rachel grumbled at eleven thirty. "I'm too tired!" She walked slowly off to her room. Kelsey and I exchanged high fives.
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Oh what fun! [cheers] I am OUT of school, baby! What a lucky child I am! Anywho, hoped you enjoyed, since I know I did…? Leave me a review!
Til Next Time,
Skye Rocket
Chapter Six
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Matthew Perry. Ha!
A/N: Hello again. Think that I was through? Nope! Ha! LOL, I'm ok, really.
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said as mom gestured to my vitamins. I unscrewed the lid and put my fingers inside to get one of the florescent tablets out of it. Just like always. Or was it?
Suddenly my fingers brushed against something sharp. I squeaked and yanked my hand away. I examined my index finger. A fresh drop of blood had blossomed there. I turned back to the small bottle on the counter. My face contorted in horror.
A pill climbed out of the jar. It had developed bright red eyes and long, dripping fangs. I screamed as it leapt on me, biting at my hair…
*-*-*-*-*-*
"Auggggggh!" I screamed, toppling over the edge of the bed. Kelsey was nowhere to be found. In panic I shuffled my long mane of hair around, searching for blood-sucking vitamins in the hair. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank god," I murmured, standing up. Just then, Chandler and Rachel came into my room.
"You okay, hon?" Rachel asked. "We heard you scream." I blushed bright red.
"Yeah, yeah," I said. "Just had a little creepy dream. And fell on the floor."
"Well, what'd you dream about?" Chandler asked. I sighed and looked towards the floor.
"I dreamed that my vitamins attacked me," I said sheepishly. Chandler snorted and Rachel slapped on the arm.
"That sounds awful, dear," she said. "Your parents went to pick up some breakfast stuff with Monica."
"You know, Jane, I've had some weird dreams too," Chandler said, proceeding to tell me about being naked in front of the whole class in high school, and let's just say something was taken out and a phone was added in.
"Erm, that's great…"I said, gradually inching away from him.
"Well, anyway, your parents are taking Monica and Joey with you guys to see the fountain paint pots," Rachel said. I clapped my hands.
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"Mom!" I whined. She looked down at me. I motioned for her to come closer so I could whisper to her. She and Dad kept poking around the gift shop or the visitor's center. "I hafta pee!" I squealed. She pointed to the restroom sign. I ran over to the door and ducked inside.
I ran to the first stall I could find and locked the door. When I had finished I pulled at the lock. It didn't move. I jerked at it again. I was the only one in the bathroom. I grabbed the handle and pulled as hard as I could, expecting it to give way. It stayed firmly locked.
"Help me!" I screamed, panic setting in. "Help!" But no one came. I banged a fist on the door. I opened my mouth and swore off a string of profane words that would make my parents wither up and die of shame. I shouted for help again but nothing happened.
I stepped back a few steps until I was right up against the toilet and attempted to deliver a solid kick to the door. But I only succeeded in squashing my toe. I screamed loudly.
"Let me out! I'm dying in here!" I screamed as loud as possible. But the bathroom was tucked back in a corner. I had no idea if anyone heard the thirteen year old in the bathroom crying for help.
Wild thoughts ran through my buzzing mind. What if no one found me for hours? Days? WEEKS? What if I ran out of food and had to stay alive by eating only toilet paper and drinking from the toilet? Where would I sleep? How would I keep from being bored? Would anyone speak up at the family reunions and say 'Kurt, Karen, you used to have a daughter, right?' and my mom and dad would sigh and nod sadly. Then my mom would say 'Yeah, yeah, we did. But that was before she disappeared and we never found her.' And then they would all nod and pat my dad on the back and give my mom a comforting hug, while I counted my fingers and toes in the bathroom stall, slowly driven into insanity.
I stepped up onto the toilet seat and looked over into the next bathroom. "Maybe I can climb over!" I thought, a glimmer of hope in my brain. I lifted my leg up and tried to shimmy over the wall.
But my head wouldn't even fit through the small gap between the top of the stall and the ceiling. I lowered myself to the ground and sat down. I hugged my knees to my chest. I was getting restless and stood up. Why, oh, why couldn't I have brought my backpack in with me? It had my Gameboy, a couple of novels and a bag of gummi worms in it. Why me? I was to die in a bathroom stall.
I began furiously kicking the door over and over again. "God! Someone help me out of here!" I shook the door from the top repeatedly. "Arrrgh!" I fell onto the floor. My chin rested on the pristine, white floor. I looked at the gap.
"I…I could fit through that…" I said. It was a miracle. I was saved by a ridiculous outburst. I ducked my head under the door and crawled under the door as fast as I could. I stood up and danced around the room.
"I'm SAVED!" I cried blissfully. I twirled around on my toes and screamed happy phrases. I flung open the door and ran out, still in happy, crazed…happiness. I was still so happy.
"Good lord, Jane!" Allen shouted loudly. "You must have really had to clean out your colon!" People were staring at us now. I blushed furiously. Trevor laughed his head off. I was so embarrassed. But that seemed to be the way things were going that day.
I walked over to where Mom was looking at a pair of arrowhead earrings with Kelsey and Monica. They all stared at me. I shrugged.
"Jane? Are you all right?" Mom asked softly. I sighed.
"Yeah. I got…locked in," I said. "I was screaming for you! Didn't ya hear me?" Kelsey burst into giggles. Mom pulled me into a hug.
"Oh my god! It was awful!" I shouted. Monica and Kelsey started to laugh hysterically. I was mortified.
"It's not funny," I grumbled.
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On the way home in the car, EVERYONE knew about what had happened to me. I had had to tell my horrific bathroom story. Each time, everyone laughed as if they'd never heard it before. I buried my face in my hands.
"It isn't funny!" I said after Monica made yet another pun. Kelsey and Joey sat in the backseat with us. Joey sat next to me for some reason, separating Kelsey and me. He patted me on the shoulder.
'This blows!' I thought. I shoved a gummy worm into my mouth and chewed it. My head rested on the window. My brain rattled, but it was slightly comfy. I was stiflingly bored.
I just hoped the rest of the day would be good.
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I suppose it was better when we got home. We had Kentucky Fried Chicken and cake for dinner. I beat Ross and Chandler at chess. Allen was forced to apologize about the whole 'colon' incident.
"This is boring," Kelsey piped up. We exchanged glances. I sighed, exhausted. Being locked in a visitor's center bathroom really takes a lot out of you.
"Well, why don't you go to sleep?" Rachel said with a yawn. It was late into the night. But somehow, it was like an unsung challenge. Whoever went to sleep first would fail.
"Nah. But if you want to, you can," I said with a laziness in my voice. Rachel sighed and shook her head. There was a burning silence that filled the room. We sighed again and no one said anything. I sipped at my glass of water, trying to get the cool temperature to somehow keep me awake.
The minutes passed. Nothing especially interesting happened. Seconds faded into minutes, minutes faded into half hours…you get the idea.
"Fine, fine," Rachel grumbled at eleven thirty. "I'm too tired!" She walked slowly off to her room. Kelsey and I exchanged high fives.
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Oh what fun! [cheers] I am OUT of school, baby! What a lucky child I am! Anywho, hoped you enjoyed, since I know I did…? Leave me a review!
Til Next Time,
Skye Rocket