I get sick. I sleep.
I get knocked out by someone. I sleep.
Somebody starts singing. I sleep.
Someone makes a wish on a Shooting Star. I sleep.
Now don't get me wrong. I do love to sleep, but do I have to be unconscious at the worst moments in my life.
I heard sirens off in the distance as I woke up from what felt like...forever. It might have been because I was just back in the 1900's, but I don't know. My eyes were still closed as I moved my hand around on the hard tiled floor.
Wait...My house doesn't have a hard floor. Everything's covered up by carpet, even the kitchen. April liked to be comfortable at every moment of everyday when she was at home.
I moved my hand around more, my face scrunching up as I felt a sticky substance underneath my fingertips. A sound rose up from my right.
A gasp actually.
"Ma...Are you awake? Monkey? S-Somethings wrong here. I don't remember being anywhere near a cash register before we left."
I slowly opened my eyes to a white ceiling, a round circular mirror off in the corner. There was a glass case off to my left, it was a refrigerator, like those ones in Wal-mart. They hold the frozen foods. But this one was holding soda's and juice's.
I sat up and blinked at the scene in front of my eyes.
Monkey was off in the corner, still unconscious. Lover was awake, and his eyes were wide as he noticed my movements of sitting up.
We were in a gas station.
And the sticky substance under my hand. Yeah, that was blood. I immediately checked my body for any sign of injury, and felt something fall from my left hand as I lifted it to check my head.
A gun.
Now how did that get there? I don't remember bringing that with me when I left Manhattan, New York, 1900. I'm losing my mind right?
I looked over at Lover, he also had a gun at his side. My gaze quickly left to Monkey, hearing him groan as he rolled over. Yep. A gun was laying near him too.
The sirens grew louder as I slowly stood up. I had to see where the blood came from. And why we had guns in our hands.
My pants were wet with blood. That is so gross. Their gonna be stained now.
I turned around slowly, following the blood trail as is swirled under my feet towards the candy isle.
As I walked, red footprints followed. I stopped at the entrance of the isle, and gasped as I took a step back. Well actually, I kinda slipped on the blood, resulting in me falling on my ass.
Do you wanna know what I saw?
Do you really wanna know?
I guess you should. Be prepared.
Cause its not a guy dancing naked.
Nor is it a lady singing Karaoke badly.
Nope. It was a dead guy...
Let me give you a minute to take that in.
As your taking this in mind, I'm screaming my head off. Lover stands up, falls back down because he slips on blood. Monkey shoots awake, taking in the scene. He also had a view of three other dead people. Two women and a man.
And as this was all happening, the sirens are right outside the gas station. Police are pointing their guns in this direction. Making their move, they rush towards the glass doors. Pulling them open and ordering the three of us teenagers to get down on the ground.
We do as they say, and I put my hands on the back of my head as my view of the dead person in front of me scares the shit out of me. His eyes are wide open, and staring at me. It was like he was daring me into a staring contest. I see a bullet wound in his chest, and another in his forehead.
Please don't tell me that while we were gone in the 1900's our bodies went on a killing spree. Cause if I see one more dead person, I'm going to start screaming my head off again. A cop handcuffs my hands behind my back, then pulls me to my feet. And as she's pushing me towards the stations' glass doors, I see Monkey only five feet away from three more dead people.
And yeah...I did start screaming my head off.
"Would Orange Miller, Jet Black, and Jason Drester please rise." It was more of a statement then a question.
Monkey, Lover and me all got to our feet. We're dressed up in our Sunday Best. At least that's what my mom always used to call it. Monk and Er were both dressed in suits. Me, well I was in a dress if you can believe it. I think the boys would have laughed if this hadn't been such a serious situation.
We had gone though many trials, and the jury made a decision. We had committed murder. I don't know how they actually came up with that idea, did they not know that I can't kill anything without screaming, and crying my ass off? Guess not, because here we are, in the courtroom again. My sister, April, and her now husband, Brenton, are sitting in the seats behind us. April's sniffling every once in a while.
I hadn't been paying much attention to the judge, and I guess neither had Monkey or Lover, because the next thing we heard was, "Jail...Or Camp GreenLake?"
Our heads shot up as we heard the last offer. Camp? Green? Lake? The actually named a camp GreenLake?
I just had to ask. "Is the lake green? Or is the camp?"
The judge ignored my question, and repeated his own. "Jail or Camp GreenLake? Choose now before I decide for you."
Us three teens glanced at each other before saying at the same time, "Jail."