Taryn's dream
A punk Taryn ran up to all the Ford trucks in Springwood in hopes to find that mystery man who killed her father, and quite possibly her sister.
She knew the basics of that man: Striped sweater, and a fedora hat.
But then she thought: A lot of people wear fedoras and sweaters, and a lot of men drive Ford trucks.
But Taryn was going to find out who did it. She didn't mind that her sister was gone. Her sister was a bitch. But she loved her father, and had to find out who the killer was.
6:35 AM Saturday morning- Taryn's bedroom
Taryn awoke to the beep of her alarm clock.
She knew she couldn't take it anymore. Not at all.
She picked up the telephone, and called Kat.
"Hey, ya up?" Taryn asked through the receiver.
"HELL YEAH!" Kat yelled, Taryn heard Iron Maiden blaring in the background.
"Hey, meet me down by the arena." Taryn said.
"Okay. I'll see ya soon." Kat said, hanging up the phone.
Taryn slipped on a pair of skinny jeans that were on the floor and a Metallica shirt that was also on the floor. She ran a brush through her hair and applied some eyeliner, put on some flip flops and ran out the door.
Taryn had to get out of there, just for a few hours, at least.
Springwood Arena- 7:15 AM
"Hey." Kat said, wearing a long sleeved Dokken shirt, ripped spandex pants and flip flops.
"Hey. Dammit, I didn't know it was raining." Taryn said, back against the arena.
"Yeah, oh well fuck it man." Kat said.
"I wanna rebel." Taryn said.
"Yeah, well do it. Break the fuckin chains man!" Kat yelled. Taryn knew she either took up drugs, or was hyped up on soda.
"Kat? Are you okay?" Taryn asked, pulling up the sleeves of Kat's Dokken shirt.
"KAT! DID YOU SHOOT UP?" Taryn asked.
"Huh? Oh." Kat said, pulling the sleeves down.
"YOU FUCKIN SHOT UP MAN!" Taryn yelled.
"Look, A lot of shits been goin on, okay my ma and brother got killed by some guy in a sweater and a fuckin fedora hat!" Kat said.
"Did he drive a Ford?" Taryn asked.
"I DON'T FUCKIN KNOW! LOOK I SAW HIM IN MY DREAMS! I KNEW HE KILLED THEM!" Kat said.
"Well, can uh I uh shoot up with you?" Taryn asked.
"Sure!" Kat said, and out of Kat's tote bag, she pulled out heroin and needles.
"Where ya get this?" Taryn asked, amazed that Kat of all people would become a junkie.
"I know people." Kat said, showing Taryn how.
Taryn couldn't believe she was doing this, she knew how her father was against drugs.
But then, it was her life, and it couldn't get more messed up.
"So uh, yeah, can't wait till Monday. DOKKKEEEENNNN!" Taryn said, excited.
"Yeah me too." Kat said, trying to think of something to add, but nothing came.
"Damn, how much could it rain?" Taryn asked, seeing the rain come down heavily.
"I don't know Taryn, I really don't know. Wow, it's rainy." Kat said, looking down the street.
"Hey, what if we get caught?" Taryn said, still in touch with reality, just a little.
"Say we uh fuckin stabbed our selves with pens! Yeah pens!" Kat said, stabbing her arm with a pen.
"You don't exactly look clean Kat." Taryn said, looking at her best friend.
"Neither do you Taryn!" Kat retorted back.
Then they just laughed.
"Sooo, how are we uh gonna hide this?" Taryn asked, wishing she had on a long sleeved shirt like Kat's.
Actually, Taryn did have a long sleeve Dokken shirt, somewhere, she just didn't know where. It was probably in her closet, or still in the laundry basket, or maybe shoved behind something in her dresser.
"Uh, this is gonna help me." Kat said, tugging on her sleeves.
"BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? SHORT SLEEVE SHIRT!" Taryn yelled, mad at her self for grabbing that Metallica shirt.
"Come to my place later, and uh I'll let u borrow a jacket." Kat said, trying to piece the words together.
"Damn, your high." Taryn said.
"Shut up man!" Kat laughed.
"Your a bitch!" Taryn joked.
"Shit, man, look cops! RUUUUNNNNN!" Kat said, picking up her tote, grabbing Taryn by the arm, and ran into he nearest convenient store, which was a Cumberland Farms.
"Kat, we have to buy something." Taryn said, hoping that no one would see that they were junkies.
"I'M FRESH OUTTA MONEY, LOOK MAN! I SPENT IT ALL ON HEROIN!" Kat screamed, causing the attention of the whole store.
"WHAT THE FUCK KAT! DAMN IT! IT'S NOT MY FUCKIN FAULT THAT YOU WASTE ALL YOUR MONEY ON DRUGS!" Taryn yelled, hoping that the store would believe that Kat was the only junkie.
"Damn Taryn, look, now you got the whole store looking at us." Kat said, trying to blame it on Taryn.
"You know what? I have money, I'm gonna buy this." Taryn said, waving a Mountain Dew in front of Kat.
"HAVE YOUR DAMN MOUNTAIN DEW!" Kat screamed.
"What's her problem?" Taryn heard a woman in her 20's ask.
"She's a fuckin junkie." Taryn said.
"LIKE YOUR NOT MISS DOKKEN!" Kat screamed.
Taryn just flipped her best friend off. She didn't mind being called "Miss. Dokken" but she knew Kat was going crazy right now.
The heroin didn't have that affect on Taryn, it just made her a little out of it, and gave her a feeling as if she could do any thing, but she hated being light headed, but then again, if she got ran over by a car, it wouldn't hurt!
"Hello, how are you today?" The lady at the check out counter asked, as Taryn brought up her Mountain Dew, and paid for it.
"COME ON KAT!" Taryn yelled, hoping to get out of Cumberland Farms as soon as possible.
"That was fun!" Kat said, as they walked around town.
"This is fun." Taryn said, shoving Kat against a fence.
"It is!" Kat said, shoving Taryn aganist the fence, Taryn laughed, she liked not feeling pain.