[Suicide] PART 4

I cringed. Something in my gut told me that I was in a deep predicament. Not only could I remember what the blood felt like, it was as if it wasn't there. Not a single trace of a red streak down my arm. Aaron was just as confused as I was, and looked toward his sleeve. Just the same texture and tone as it was before the blood-spatter. "Oh my gosh..." I felt like I was drunk. Like someone had spiked my drink. The bus seemed to be twisting around, and around, and neasia just about killed me. If the pressure didn't, anyway. The pressure was intense on my chest, as if someone was pushing and pushing until they could finally break my rib cage. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't see Aaron, and even if I could I knew that he wouldn't be able to see me. Somehow there was a detached feeling from him. So I prayed to God that this was just a dream...That everything would turn out...okay...

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I felt a nudge against my side. It made me panic for a second. But when I opened my eyes I saw nothing familar. A great, open road, with obnoxious noises. It was like I was in the middle of it, but everything seemed to pass me as if I wasn't there. BMWs and Porches passed. Tons. Enough people to tell me that these people were eaither rich, or the cars costed nothing. But these other small, luxury cars passed too. Since I was in the median, I could see them on both sides. They had large backs, off-the-ground sort of thing. These were painted gentle pearl. But they were all painted the same color.

Taking that thought out of my mind, I looked around on the ground. "Aaron..." I whispered. Now at this point, I was postive this had to be SOME sort of dream, or I was deliusional. The sound of the cars were much less quiet than normal, giving me some space to think.

A car swirved. The horrid nail-on-chalk-board screech rang in my ears. I didn't see it until it was already gone.

The car went right through me.

I felt the concrete hit my knees as I fell to them. It was unbelieveable. There was no feeling, and I could have sworn the car was going to send me flying. "Holy..."

"Meggie! Oh...thank the lord...MEGGIE!"

Aaron ran at a pacing speed toward me. Wide eyed and confused. His feet seemed to be...not even touching the ground. "Holy crap Meggie! I thought..." He stopped, and placed his hand on my shoulder, leaned over, and cursed. "Meggie, I thought that," he stopped for a moment. "You got lost or somethin'..." Aaron coughed, (up a lung is what it sounded like) and he let go of my shoulder to cover his mouth. "I thought you would have to do this alone." The mood-swings were confusing as I don't know what. One minute he'd be misterious and the next a gentleman. One minute he'd be obnoxious and nosy, and the next asking if I'm alright. Those kind of people bug me. Alot.

"Saw the little stunt that just happened. Freaky. You shoulda' heard my heart-beat! Oh shit, it was about to jump right out my figgin' chest." Noticing the cursing left and right, I nodded. I was still sort of confused and shocked. Learning to go along with this dream would take some time. If it doesn't kill me first.

"Where are we?" I asked. When I reliezed what I asked, I felt like smacking myself in my brain-dead head. What kinda question was that? Raising his eye brow, he answered, "Oh god. I'll never know. But this figgin' 'Riteouness thing' that's goin' on, is seriously about to make me curse the guy in charge." Curse the guy in charge? And that was something that I will probley never hear again. After all, I reliezed a while back that Aaron is one-of-a-kind.

"Hell if I know. But, I do know that we should get walking Meggie. I mean, it seems like the only thing to do unless we just stand here."

So, I watch him start walking toward the oppisite side of the road. His hair doesn't sway, but it seems just about to that point. The way his long strides almost seem to curve. I can just hear his low, whisper-like tone keep beating in my chest. "Meggie..." Aaron's sleep-wear seems to fit him perfectly if he was going to a funeral. But have you ever had the feeling that you'd be his date, to the funeral?

"Come on Meggie." He called. I hadn't reliezed that he had walked so far without me. Humor the dream, humor the dream...I thought. With Aaron around, it wasn't that hard. I could humor it just about all day. And this dream, I didn't want to wake up.

Until I reliezed what I was here for.

Suicide.