thoughts and motives |
Angie looked at the rings under her eyes. She was certain she was having a stroke or maybe an aneurism. People just didn't get it. We are all be programed and watched. Angie openned the medicine cabinate. It was packed with prescription drugs. "To many people, not enough time." she muttered. The phone rang. "Hello? Uhm.. I want to be your slave." her answering machine responded. It was her father. He was not pleased with Angie's jest or for that matter anything Angie had done. She let him leave his message of contemp. She scrubbed the bathroom down again. She knew that bacteria could enter her body. There are germs and super-germs. The desinfectant was useless. How could anyone use a public restroom? Angie never sat on the toilet. She squated over it. She liked to lissen to soft rock on the AM station. It was comforting to hear the same songs. Even though she knew people were calling in requests to mock her. "I don't care about the vendetta against me. I just want to be left alone." she thought and squated over her toilet. Angie scrubbed her self pink afterwards. She didn't want a yeast infection. It was time to drive to work. She knew they would be following her. "I don't care if they follow me. I have my soft rock." she smiled. There was a thud on the side of her Honda. She pulled into the break down lane. Her head peered out the passenger side window. A little woman was laying on the side of the road. Angie dialed her cell phone for help. The tower was not responding. "I better see if the little lady is alright." she thought and exited her car on the pasenger side. There was too much trafic on the driver's side. Angie continued to dial 911 and held her cell phone in all directions. She had her mace out too. "Hello? Are you all right?" Angie asked as she neverously kicked the little lady. "Stop kicking me!" the lady snapped and stood up. "Hi. Do you need some help?" Angie continued. "Yeah. Give me a ride and I might not sue you!" the lady was very mean. "O.Kay." Angie turned around and walked like a robot to her car. She never gave rides. Hitchhikers are dangerous. "Where do you want to go?" Angie asked as she waited for every car to pass before entering the road. "The hospital! Are you really that stupid?" the mean lady shouted. Angie gulped and smiled. This little lady was going to kill her. "So, what's your name?" Angie tried not to sound frightened. The lady took out a hankerchief and tried to stop the bleeding on her knee. "Oh-oh-oooo." Angie stammered. Angie knew blood was very infectous. "Valery" the little lady answered. "That's a nice name." Angie gulped. There was blood on her upholstery. "Thanks for running me over." Valery sneered and grabbed a fistfull of Angie's sanatizer wipes. "Well, here we are. Good luck." Angie pulled up to the front of the emergency entrance. "Hun. Your coming in to fill out an accident report. I am not paying for this." Valery smiled. "O...Kay." Angie walked behind Valery into the trias. Two ploicemen took their statements. Angie was arrested. She was put in jail. This was the worst place for Angie. It was very dirty and the other women smelled like beer and urin. Angie made her call to her father, who was very disappointed in her. Then, she let the other women have sex with her. It seemed like the best thing to do. Angie squated over the steel toilet in jail and wondered when her father would come to get her. Then, it was time to have more sex with the other women. Her father came the following day. He told Angie he wanted to teach her a lesson. Angie took a along shower at her apartment. Then, she lissened to her answering machine. Her boss had left a message that she had been fired, "An insurance sales person can't have a criminal record." Angie thought about ending it all, but then the bugs would get her. She got a job as a health inspector. It was a dirty job, but she felt she was making things safe. :) |