My name is Maggie chapter 5
Paranoid is an ugly word
It was happening again. I was seeing it again. The bullet in the wall, me falling, mom saying I should have listened, her pulling the trigger…
… "Why won't you stop!" I yelled. I realized I was awake. I looked around, making sure no one was coming. I sighed. The clock said 5:00 am. I was up a hour early. I looked at my calendar. It said February 1st. I didn't know where January had gone. Late last year, Bart and Samantha had made it known that she was pregnant, I had found out Joan was a lesbian, and my dreams were beginning to get worse when I found out the gunner in my dreams was in fact mom. Life had defiantly taken a turn for the worst. I sighed and got up, still buried in my own thoughts.
As I walked downstairs, I saw dad passed out on the kitchen table, covered in beer and smiled. It was old typical dad. He had recently got a promotion from Mr. Carlson, effectively making him one of the highest positions at the plant. I looked around the table and saw people like barney, snoring lightly, Lenny, who was buried in poker cards, and Bart, who was slowly getting up.
"…Oh, my head." Bart murmured. I laughed. Bart was being very slow in getting up, so while I waited for him to get from under his cads, I looked at the fridge. Glued to it was my last semester report card, covered in big juicy red A's. I looked my watch and decided to go to Joans house. I was out of the door before Bart said another "ung…"
The day went by fairly fast with the usual routine. Meet Joan, ask how Vennesa was, pressure her to come out, walk to school, go to class, stare at Ryan for a while, then leave. Lisa had agreed to pick me up so we could go to the mall. I was surprised that it was Bart's car that stopped in front of the school. Inside were a smiling Samantha, a ds match between Mac and Bart, and an annoyed Lisa behind the wheel. I grinned at the group as I asked Lisa "what's with them?" at the exact same time Bart yelled, "panthers score!!!!" and Mac let out a loud "damnit!" Lisa sighed. "New grand theft auto came out today remember?" and soon Lisa was even more annoyed as I jumped in the back and began chanting with Mac and Bart "drive, drive, drive!"
The mall was pretty uneventful. Samantha was getting tired so we drove her home before the rest of us went to noiseland arcade. 2 hours later and a couple of $20 bills later, we were all pretty tired. We decided to drop Bart off at his place. As we drove, we listened to the new album by Rachel Flanders, and we smiling when we got to Bart and Samantha's apartment. We were joking around until we got to the front door and found it was ajar. We walked in and we all gasped.
The place was in shambles. Pictures were broken. The TV had a hole in it. And in the middle of the floor, was a beat Samantha. Bart rushed over and lifted her up, saying in a soft voice "who did it?" Samantha looked scared at Bart and opened her mouth to say something, but I knew who it was before she said it. I had just seen the jacket lying on the floor. "Millhouse." She said softly. Bart looked up, blinded by rage. Mac ran over and grabbed his keys and said in a hurry, as he ran for the door, "I'll get the car." There was something about the tone of his voice. Bart and me sprinted for the door, leaving Lisa to call 911.
Soon, we were in the car, heading straight for millhouses place. Halfway there, we saw him. He was running, but when he turned and saw the car, he started sprinting. He had only gotten a couple of feet before Bart opened the door and football tackled millhouse. He began to pummel millhouse in the face, yelling incoherently. Mac and me jumped out of the car and ran over, me grabbing Bart from behind and Mac pulling him up. Bart then stood up and looked down angrily at millhouse as the sound of police sirens could be heard. Mac then turned from Bart to millhouse and kicked him in the stomach, as if to finish Bart's idea.
Mac dropped me off at home before he drove Bart and himself to the hospital. I didn't want to go to sleep. I knew what was coming. I walked inside, sighing heavily. Mom had fallen asleep on the couch, so I didn't bother to wake her. I got undressed and laid back on my bed, before being greeted with the same dream as before.