Road Rage 2

With the wind blowing as harsh as it could, I turned off the freeway and stopped at the first convenience store in sight. Parking in front of another car, our noses barely touched. I shut the engine off, and opened the door, pushing hard against it. When the door finally swung open, it banged against its hinges and stayed put.

I covered my face with my sleeve to keep the wind out of my eyes as my jeans flapped against my legs. Slaming the door, I walked around to the back to see the damage that girl had done to my car. There were only a few scratches, from what I could see through the dirt.

I should have taken her license away, she was driving like a mad man, but I felt a little bad. The instant I asked for it, she started crying all over herself. I could not have imagined what she would have done if I had given her a ticket. Letting her off with a warning, I sent her on her way. But, I still had to send in an incident report. The dust storm hit soon after. If I had simply ignored the fender bender, I would have just barely missed it.

I locked the car, and headed inside, hungry for anything that was prepackaged.

There was a layer of dirt covering the windows, and when I opened the glass door, I thought it was going snap off.

The clerk managing the counter simply looked at me before going back to her book. I whispered a “Sorry”, and pulled it closed again.

Grabbing a few powdered donuts, a twinkie, and some smart water, I went over to the counter to pay for them. “Crazy weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

She did not answer,and simply rang me up. With smeared on lipstick and eyeshadow, her dark eyes were bloodshot, and her lips looked like she had just sucked on a lemon.

The lady tossed my food in a plastic bag, took my money, and shoved the prepackaged junk across the counter. I took that as a sign to ‘get the hell out’.

I tied the bag and held it tight in one hand, pushing the door open to conquer the weather again. It blew the glass to the edge of its hinges, tossed in a gust of dirt, and I covered my face to march through the wind.

The weather tossed the other way, and the door slammed, just as I slipped through. Heading back to my car, I searched for my keys with my eyes closed, and shoved it in the key hole to unlock the door. I tossed the bag to the side, and climbed in, cranking the engine.

The heater went to full blast, and I rubbed my hands and wiped the dust from my face. Turning the lights on, they shined into to the other car, and brightened the watery eyes of a woman who sat in the driver’s seat. She did not move, did not say anything. The car was not even turned on. Her cheeks were wet, and her brown eyes were glossed over.

Leaving the car on, I got out to fight with the wind again, and approached her vehicle. As a cop, it was not my job to come to the aid of every woman who I found crying in an abandoned parking lot, but as a gentleman, it was my duty to take care of damsels in distress.

The car door slammed and I walked around to her driver’s door. “Excuse me, Miss.” I knocked on the window. It rolled down, but the lady did not look my way. “Are you alright?”

And that was when I noticed a man with a gun in the back seat, with the barrel against her temple.

Prequel: Road Rage

Sequel: Sugar


I Drown

I drown. For Five minutes.

It was my sister’s wedding.

Well, she was not really my sister. She was my brother-in-law’s stepsister. I do not even know why I was supposed to be there, I had never met her before.

She had one of those swamp island locations that were all connected by bridges for her wedding venue.

They said I just walked right off one of the islands, instead of going across the bridge.

Robby set his pen down, and exhaled a frustrated sigh. It was the third sigh of the day, and the fourth day he had continued this pattern since my psychiatric meetings had begun.

I did not talk much. And he did not like that.

Robby was supposed to fix me, or whatever they called it. It was not like I was broken or anything.

They said I was pronounced dead within five minutes. It was a miracle that I woke up, and that I’m alive today. At least, that’s what they said.

The water was so deep… I remember the blackness, and the silence. I just kept sinking.

Robby was cool. He would start talking about himself, mostly to himself, after he got tired of me not talking. I said things, every once in a while. Not about me, though. I never liked to talk about me. I never liked to talk about that day. Or rivers. Or water in general.

I watched as the single fly in the room touched down to drink out of my water glass. Robby always got me a water glass. He waited until I sat down and got myself comfortable before getting up and getting it for me.

I think it was some sort of psychological test. I could have asked him, but I did not feel like it. I wanted to pick up the glass and chug it, and watch the ink in his pen fly off the page in amazement.

I was not afraid of it. I was just not thirsty. Why would I be afraid of water? That was just lame. It was over four months ago, I do not know why I was still required to go to these stupid sessions.

“You know, I think I had an Uncle that almost drowned once. He won’t go near water.”

You know, I think he is only a few years older than me. “Cool.” To be honest, I actually think we went to the same high school together.

“It’s perfectly okay to be afraid of things. Everyone has a phobia.”


Reaching my hand for the water, I swatted the fly away. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and tried to change the subject. “So… How is life at home?”

“Alright, I suppose.” He leaned back in his seat, watching me, “If you’d like to be the psychiatrist for a while.”

The cold glass touched the pads of my fingers, and I jerked away from it.

Robby stared at me, clicking his pen open and closed. He was just waiting to write something down. “Something wrong?”

“No.” I stood up quickly. “Do you have a bathroom?”

He motioned to the only exit in the room. “Just outside.”

I was not going to run, but I could have.

They would probably drag me back here; tell me it was for my own good. I walked to the door quickly.

“Hurry back.” I just waved my hand behind me in response.

Exiting the not so clinical doctor’s office, I turned for the bathroom, and locked myself inside.

The water did not just bring a sense of sinking, or slipping, into the abyss. Pulling the towels from the dispenser, I began to shove them down the drain.

The water brought peace.

I turned the water on, and held my hair away from my face, waiting for the sink to fill up.

Only five inches were required. I used to have to cover my whole upper body, and then my whole head. But, now it was just my face.

I drowned. For five minutes.

After the water was done, I shut it off, and allowed my body to fall. It was like I was diving. Diving into peace and silence.

I drown. For five minutes.

Every day.

Until someone comes in and saves me.

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