I sit bolt upright. The memories of my dream are fading quickly, but the
one of Cindy diving towards me and us hitting the floor remains strong. I
quickly get out of bed and shower, and then I take off without eating,
without settling the bill. Glancing at my watch, I realize I slept for six
hours, that was a long dream, and there was so much in it. A few tendrils
come sneaking back to me. I don't want any more dreams like that; they are
too painful. So I keep driving and driving, stopping only for food. It is
going to take me a few days to get across Idaho, though; there are lots of
police checkpoints.
~~
Moscow, Idaho. Named after a huge city in Old Russia. Let me tell you about Russia. A lot has happened to that country since the Pulse, a lot of it in my own lifetime. I guess back in the day it was one of the poorer countries or something. Once the Pulse hit, America was stopped in its tracks, so most of the other countries were able to grow. There were a few small civil wars over there from the time of the Pulse until just after I was born, then all the people got smart and decided to separate, so in 2o22 Old Russia and New Russia came to be. And to make it easier, they sliced her right in half at the 1oo degree longitude line. But anyway, Moscow, Idaho is where I pull up because I am so tired I can barely stay upright on my bike, so I find a small hotel, check in and crash, praying I will not dream like last time. Guess I'm not so lucky…
I wake up to Cindy shaking me really hard; I was only out a few minutes by my watch. There are about twenty people on the floor with Cindy and me. From a distance, we can hear gunshots and shouting. I'm scared, where are my parents? Where is Bling? I start to ask Cindy these questions, but she shushes me. The sounds of the guns stop, but the shouting continues. What's that on my face? I put my hand to my forehead. Bringing it down, I see blood. 'Probably from when I hit my head on the chair.' I think. It doesn't seem to be bleeding to bad, so I let it be. I keep checking my watch, it's been half an hour, and I can hear sirens. Checking my watch again, I see almost forty-five minutes have passed, and I can hear someone shouting close by, Cindy yells out to the person. It's Bling! He's all right! That's when I realize there are a few things on top of me. Bling pulls a piece of one of the tables off of me, moves a chair aside, then grabs my hand to help me up. The second I am standing, I blackout again, barely feeling Bling's and Cindy's hands as they catch me on my way back to the floor…
~~
"Is she aiight?"
"I'm not fully sure yet, she may have a concussion, we'll have to keep her for observation…"
"I don't care about your observations, I just wanna know if my little boo'll be aiight!"
"Calm down, the doctor said they'll keep an eye on her. As for us, we have other things to worry about. Come on."
'What are they talking about? What do they have to take care of? And where are my parents?' I want to shout the questions out loud, but I'm so tired, I can't move. God, I can't even open my eyes, everything hurts so much. What happened? Why am I here?
~~
I open my eyes, glancing around. I hear someone breathing from beside me, so I turn my head to see who it is. SHIT, that hurts…
~~
The pain wakes me up. I remember it was Cindy in the chair beside my bed and she had fallen asleep. I would soon find out that I had spent the last six hours asleep myself. And that I would never see my parents again…
~~~
~~
Moscow, Idaho. Named after a huge city in Old Russia. Let me tell you about Russia. A lot has happened to that country since the Pulse, a lot of it in my own lifetime. I guess back in the day it was one of the poorer countries or something. Once the Pulse hit, America was stopped in its tracks, so most of the other countries were able to grow. There were a few small civil wars over there from the time of the Pulse until just after I was born, then all the people got smart and decided to separate, so in 2o22 Old Russia and New Russia came to be. And to make it easier, they sliced her right in half at the 1oo degree longitude line. But anyway, Moscow, Idaho is where I pull up because I am so tired I can barely stay upright on my bike, so I find a small hotel, check in and crash, praying I will not dream like last time. Guess I'm not so lucky…
I wake up to Cindy shaking me really hard; I was only out a few minutes by my watch. There are about twenty people on the floor with Cindy and me. From a distance, we can hear gunshots and shouting. I'm scared, where are my parents? Where is Bling? I start to ask Cindy these questions, but she shushes me. The sounds of the guns stop, but the shouting continues. What's that on my face? I put my hand to my forehead. Bringing it down, I see blood. 'Probably from when I hit my head on the chair.' I think. It doesn't seem to be bleeding to bad, so I let it be. I keep checking my watch, it's been half an hour, and I can hear sirens. Checking my watch again, I see almost forty-five minutes have passed, and I can hear someone shouting close by, Cindy yells out to the person. It's Bling! He's all right! That's when I realize there are a few things on top of me. Bling pulls a piece of one of the tables off of me, moves a chair aside, then grabs my hand to help me up. The second I am standing, I blackout again, barely feeling Bling's and Cindy's hands as they catch me on my way back to the floor…
~~
"Is she aiight?"
"I'm not fully sure yet, she may have a concussion, we'll have to keep her for observation…"
"I don't care about your observations, I just wanna know if my little boo'll be aiight!"
"Calm down, the doctor said they'll keep an eye on her. As for us, we have other things to worry about. Come on."
'What are they talking about? What do they have to take care of? And where are my parents?' I want to shout the questions out loud, but I'm so tired, I can't move. God, I can't even open my eyes, everything hurts so much. What happened? Why am I here?
~~
I open my eyes, glancing around. I hear someone breathing from beside me, so I turn my head to see who it is. SHIT, that hurts…
~~
The pain wakes me up. I remember it was Cindy in the chair beside my bed and she had fallen asleep. I would soon find out that I had spent the last six hours asleep myself. And that I would never see my parents again…
~~~