Chapter 32s: The Unexpected
It is.. what time is it anyway? Gods. My brain is so weird right now. A bit dizzy. Really drowsy. Yet so hyper-aware that the lights through the window seem to be whizzing passed in slow-motion.
Outside, it is really foggy. Can't see more than two cars ahead of us, but it makes all those light beams stand out like little tiny spotlights that come to chase us like in the movie I chose not to watch last night.
Ugh. That other movie.
I don't want to think of that movie, either.
Although I'm not sure I want to think of where I'm going, or what I'll face there. That's even scarier..!
Okay. "Use your common sense." That is what Jenny will probably tell me if I start freaking out right now. Probably followed by some story of her being her and doing things so much better. Ugh.
But fine. I'll think of one of them, because running away is literally impossible inside this stupid moving car with Jenny's stupid hand resting so supportively on my own with the desire to replace Nii-chan!
But one glance sideways to look at her face makes me realize I'm just being unreasonable right now. What they call a bitch.
I offer her a weakhearted smile, and she squeezes my hand, which calms me down just a bit from the scary things in my head.
I'll just think of one or the other.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...
Okay. Deep breath. The movie it is. FUCK.
Why'd I let Jenny goad me into watching that movie? I knew I wasn't going to like it. It's a horror movie! It said so in the title! She can take her cocky adultlike hairflip thing and put those hairs in her buttcrack! I should never have watched it, no matter how much she told me that 'flowers can't be all that scary'. She's so mean sometimes, because it really, really was very scary.
I can still think of Seymour sitting in front of that window. Growing as time passes. Becoming scarier. Hungrier. And eventually gobbling up that dentist boy, and then all that follows...
Brrr! Why did I insist on staying up and watching this movie with them? Ugh. A week off school doesn't make up for this at all, especially when you can't sleep late like you planned to do. My brain kept going in circles all night, and then we suddenly had to get out early and make this stupid fu... trip. Brr.
"Are you scared, Setty?"
WAH! So NOW she talks! To startle me, even! JELLYBELLY!
I give her my vilest stare. I'm not forgiving her for tricking me into watching that movie. Nor for startling me.
"What's there to be scared of?"
My words are as strong and edgy as they can be as I respond huffily. She smiles just a bit, and it pisses me off just enough to pull my mind off of the fact that we've nearly arrived at our destination: those corners and speedbumps make for a pretty unique combination.
"Nothing. But I thought.. maybe you are still thinking of the movie last night, hmm?"
"AS IF!"
I yell out the words, and usually the pair of fakes would tell me to keep it down. Especially in the car. But not even they seem to bother, which makes this car-ride even more awkward.
"Really? You were digging your nails into my hand as much then as you are now."
Jenny just keeps egging me on, and I pull my hand back before giving her a shove right as the car comes to an unsteady stop. Her head bumps against the window because of the timing, but nobody seems to think it is funny.
Not even me.
"Come, girls. Let's stop the silliness."
Well, Clara finally speaks, but she sounds resigned more-so than her usual mix of angry annoyance when we banter about like this.
I follow their example to get out of the car, and I can feel the cold, wet air brushing against my legs. The coldness presents itself especially well as I slam the car door closed behind me, the implied safety of the metal box now out of reach.
The place is deserted. Well, it is to be expected. It is still early, and.. the weather is crap. I can barely see the building stand out more as we walk towards it, the light glows behind the windows the easiest way to tell exactly where we parked in what can best be described as a concrete graveyard of spooky proportions given the current weather.
The words are large above the entrance. Are they flashing? No. That's my mind. Ugh.
We're definitely here. My feet cease moving, and I can feel Jellybelly tugging at my hand. I don't want to go in there.
"Let's go see your dad."
I don't want to. Nope. Nope. Nope.
I'd rather go see Seymour.