She Doesn't Know Who I Am, For I Am A Ghost.
Cashout
*Ajla’s POV
“Bloody Hell, Tony! Where did you get these?!” I screamed, anger pulsing through my veins.
“N-no- uh.. s-t… nowhere” He replied, a blank expression crossing his face and sadness in his eyes.
I hated seeing him like this, but fucking really? He’d gotten into drugs?
“Tony, Where the fuck did you get these?” I said sternly, holding the plastic ziploc bag of little white and blue pills that I’d found in his nightstand.
“I-it doesn’t matter.” He said as he ran his hands through his hair and looked up at the ceilling as if there was an answer up there.
“Tony, if you don’t answer me right fucking now we are through. I thought I could trust you.” I regretted saying that immediately.
His eyes lowered back down and met with mine, now full and soaked with tears that fell down his face.
God Dammit I’m so fucking stupid.
“N-No, Tony, i didn’t mean that….” I said after a moment of silence.
He shook his head and stormed out of the door.
“Tony! Pl-”
I woke up on a cold tile floor and heard beeping and mumbling somewhere around me.
Where am I? I thought to myself.
I waited for my vision to clear up before I looked around the room. White walls, white tile, white furniture, white everything.
In front of me though- white hospital bed.
Confused, I stood up and scratched my head, feeling my rats nest hair pile around.
I looked around a bit, at the poster on the wall, the different medical machines, and then- finally, at the bed. I saw my darling Tony Perry laying there, motionless except for his chest rising and caving every given second. As I looked at his body faded with sleep, I remembered everything and I felt empty. I looked at the roman numeral clock on the wall and struggled to read it.
5:23 A.M.
I looked back at the floor and saw Vic laying there, head rested on the wall and quiet snores escaping his open mouth. I smiled at the sight and slowly paced to the silent waiting room. There was nobody in sight except for a man who looked like he was about to fall over dead sitting behind the modernized computer staring blankly at the screen, clicking every few seconds. He seemed to take no interest in my presence so I kept walking. I made it outside in a matter of minutes and took a deep breath of fresh air. The silence kind of scared me, and it was still dark, so I hurried back inside. I decided to get something from a vending machine and I decided on a bag of chex-mix and gatorade. I walked back into Tony’s room and sat gently on the plastic chair facing his bed. I crossed my legs and slowly ate, now losing my appetite. I sighed heavily and pulled my phone out of my pocket, seeing that I had 2 new messages and a voice mail.
Both texts were from Jaime.
8:24 P.M. AJ! Hey. Mike and I heard about Tony.. I’m so sorry. Mike’s phone is shattered to bits at the moment. Whoops. Anyways, we’re so sorry we can’t make it to the hospital until about noon tomorrow. Our van broke down in the middle of nowhere and we’ve been walking for hours. But we’re safe, now. Hope everything’s going okay!
-
3:48 A.M. Okay, Mike is like flipping out and crying over Tony. Please tell me he’s okay???
I smiled at the worrisome of the boys. They were all in one of those weird romances where you’re as close to being gay as you can be, without actually being gay. It was pretty hilarious.
My thoughts were interrupted by the old man at the computer standing in the doorway asking how I was doing. I jumped a little bit and smiled, slightly shaking my head as a response.
“Is there anything you need?” He asked in a dry tone.
“Oh, no… thanks.” I said, looking down at the ground.
“Very well then. Mr. Perry will be released by this evening if everything goes well. His stomach was pumped twice so the pills are completely out of his body. He’ll just need to call off work for a few days so his body can come out of shock.” Said the man, a bit more interested now.
I stared at him with a smile on my face. He gets to come home tonight! I’m so happy.
I decided since it was going to be a while before anyone showed up or woke up for that fact, that I should clean myself up a bit. I said goodbye to the man and told him I’d be back, and I was on my way out the door. The sun was gladly starting to rise a little bit so it wasn’t pitch black outside. I walked to my car that was parked about 50 feet from the door, and I drove home. When I walked in the door, everything was cleaned up except for a spilled plant that probably got knocked over by the paramedics. No big deal. The house had an eerie feel to it, though- like a graveyard when you’re walking alone. I tried my best to ignore it where I walked upstairs and saw that the guest bedroom door was closed. A bit scared, I knocked gently with my knuckles and edged the door open. There was a small figure curled up on top of the bed. Long black hair falling over her shoulders. It was Afton, my best friend from work. I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door back up. I set my purse down on my bed and stripped into my bra and underwear, pulling out fresh clothes from my wardrobe. I pulled out camouflage skinny jeans, a white blouse, my leather jacket, and fresh socks, underwear, and bra. I took a quick shower and shaved my legs and.. down there.. and climbed out. The air was thick and foggy like usual. we’d never gotten around to fixing our exhaust fan. I waited a few minutes for the air to clear up and wiped off the mirror with my towel. I dried off and put on my bra and underwear then combed out my hair and tied it up. I finished getting dressed and did my makeup. I stuck to a simple winged eyeliner and purple eyeshadow- something I did nearly everyday. I blow dried my hair, and pinned it out of my face. I looked at myself in the large square mirror in front of the sink and sighed. I’ve gained a lot of confidence after getting all my tattoos, but I still don’t think I’m.. pretty. I noticed all the little flaws on myself. My face tattoos needed touching up, my hair was frizzy.. my eyebrows are uneven.. Every little thing. I felt my lip quiver so I quickly looked away and left the bathroom. I checked the time, and it was nearing 7:30. I pulled on my gray combat boots, put on one of Tony’s hats backwards, grabbed my purse and walked out the door making sure to lock it behind me. I sat in my car for a moment, contemplating where I want to go. I could to go to the hospital, but I’d just be sitting there. I could get something to eat since I’d never finished eating at the hospital, which would be smart. Or I could aimlessly drive around again, which would be bad. I turned on the radio and my “Death Is Only Mortal” album by The Acacia Strain started playing. A smirk creeped onto my face and I put my car in reverse, deciding on going to get something to eat.
“Bloody Hell, Tony! Where did you get these?!” I screamed, anger pulsing through my veins.
“N-no- uh.. s-t… nowhere” He replied, a blank expression crossing his face and sadness in his eyes.
I hated seeing him like this, but fucking really? He’d gotten into drugs?
“Tony, Where the fuck did you get these?” I said sternly, holding the plastic ziploc bag of little white and blue pills that I’d found in his nightstand.
“I-it doesn’t matter.” He said as he ran his hands through his hair and looked up at the ceilling as if there was an answer up there.
“Tony, if you don’t answer me right fucking now we are through. I thought I could trust you.” I regretted saying that immediately.
His eyes lowered back down and met with mine, now full and soaked with tears that fell down his face.
God Dammit I’m so fucking stupid.
“N-No, Tony, i didn’t mean that….” I said after a moment of silence.
He shook his head and stormed out of the door.
“Tony! Pl-”
I woke up on a cold tile floor and heard beeping and mumbling somewhere around me.
Where am I? I thought to myself.
I waited for my vision to clear up before I looked around the room. White walls, white tile, white furniture, white everything.
In front of me though- white hospital bed.
Confused, I stood up and scratched my head, feeling my rats nest hair pile around.
I looked around a bit, at the poster on the wall, the different medical machines, and then- finally, at the bed. I saw my darling Tony Perry laying there, motionless except for his chest rising and caving every given second. As I looked at his body faded with sleep, I remembered everything and I felt empty. I looked at the roman numeral clock on the wall and struggled to read it.
5:23 A.M.
I looked back at the floor and saw Vic laying there, head rested on the wall and quiet snores escaping his open mouth. I smiled at the sight and slowly paced to the silent waiting room. There was nobody in sight except for a man who looked like he was about to fall over dead sitting behind the modernized computer staring blankly at the screen, clicking every few seconds. He seemed to take no interest in my presence so I kept walking. I made it outside in a matter of minutes and took a deep breath of fresh air. The silence kind of scared me, and it was still dark, so I hurried back inside. I decided to get something from a vending machine and I decided on a bag of chex-mix and gatorade. I walked back into Tony’s room and sat gently on the plastic chair facing his bed. I crossed my legs and slowly ate, now losing my appetite. I sighed heavily and pulled my phone out of my pocket, seeing that I had 2 new messages and a voice mail.
Both texts were from Jaime.
8:24 P.M. AJ! Hey. Mike and I heard about Tony.. I’m so sorry. Mike’s phone is shattered to bits at the moment. Whoops. Anyways, we’re so sorry we can’t make it to the hospital until about noon tomorrow. Our van broke down in the middle of nowhere and we’ve been walking for hours. But we’re safe, now. Hope everything’s going okay!
-
3:48 A.M. Okay, Mike is like flipping out and crying over Tony. Please tell me he’s okay???
I smiled at the worrisome of the boys. They were all in one of those weird romances where you’re as close to being gay as you can be, without actually being gay. It was pretty hilarious.
My thoughts were interrupted by the old man at the computer standing in the doorway asking how I was doing. I jumped a little bit and smiled, slightly shaking my head as a response.
“Is there anything you need?” He asked in a dry tone.
“Oh, no… thanks.” I said, looking down at the ground.
“Very well then. Mr. Perry will be released by this evening if everything goes well. His stomach was pumped twice so the pills are completely out of his body. He’ll just need to call off work for a few days so his body can come out of shock.” Said the man, a bit more interested now.
I stared at him with a smile on my face. He gets to come home tonight! I’m so happy.
I decided since it was going to be a while before anyone showed up or woke up for that fact, that I should clean myself up a bit. I said goodbye to the man and told him I’d be back, and I was on my way out the door. The sun was gladly starting to rise a little bit so it wasn’t pitch black outside. I walked to my car that was parked about 50 feet from the door, and I drove home. When I walked in the door, everything was cleaned up except for a spilled plant that probably got knocked over by the paramedics. No big deal. The house had an eerie feel to it, though- like a graveyard when you’re walking alone. I tried my best to ignore it where I walked upstairs and saw that the guest bedroom door was closed. A bit scared, I knocked gently with my knuckles and edged the door open. There was a small figure curled up on top of the bed. Long black hair falling over her shoulders. It was Afton, my best friend from work. I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door back up. I set my purse down on my bed and stripped into my bra and underwear, pulling out fresh clothes from my wardrobe. I pulled out camouflage skinny jeans, a white blouse, my leather jacket, and fresh socks, underwear, and bra. I took a quick shower and shaved my legs and.. down there.. and climbed out. The air was thick and foggy like usual. we’d never gotten around to fixing our exhaust fan. I waited a few minutes for the air to clear up and wiped off the mirror with my towel. I dried off and put on my bra and underwear then combed out my hair and tied it up. I finished getting dressed and did my makeup. I stuck to a simple winged eyeliner and purple eyeshadow- something I did nearly everyday. I blow dried my hair, and pinned it out of my face. I looked at myself in the large square mirror in front of the sink and sighed. I’ve gained a lot of confidence after getting all my tattoos, but I still don’t think I’m.. pretty. I noticed all the little flaws on myself. My face tattoos needed touching up, my hair was frizzy.. my eyebrows are uneven.. Every little thing. I felt my lip quiver so I quickly looked away and left the bathroom. I checked the time, and it was nearing 7:30. I pulled on my gray combat boots, put on one of Tony’s hats backwards, grabbed my purse and walked out the door making sure to lock it behind me. I sat in my car for a moment, contemplating where I want to go. I could to go to the hospital, but I’d just be sitting there. I could get something to eat since I’d never finished eating at the hospital, which would be smart. Or I could aimlessly drive around again, which would be bad. I turned on the radio and my “Death Is Only Mortal” album by The Acacia Strain started playing. A smirk creeped onto my face and I put my car in reverse, deciding on going to get something to eat.
Notes
Short chapter again...I'm sorry for the sporadic updates. I had a rough weekend kind of and school is getting really busy.
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9/22/13