The Lone Ranger

Chapter Five:
Josie’s Trail
 
 That blue sultry hair, the way he looks at me when he is depressed, happy, mad or angry. He is the only friend I could even make while moving through this junk until my uncle died.  It was all a great encounter.  But now isn’t the time. There is no escape now.  We are trapped in this place together and there is no way out. No way out…

 -My eyes open. I am surrounded by fire, it is day time, feel the sun on my face.  But one thing is weird, I can’t move.  I can’t move at all.  I see a red black hole in my arm. And I mostly feel pain in my forehead. I can’t move. I try to move around, it’s no use.  It hurts even when I try to turn or to stand up. I can’t even do it. Then one thing hit my mind.  Josie.
Was she ok?  Should I be worried?  I swung my head left to right, no sound.  Silence. I couldn’t even move my mouth open to say anything.  I looked on the floor. Still those dead bodies were on the floor as they were last night. Where was Vixon? I didn’t know.

 I felt like my hearing was also out of the picture too. I noticed something. The .22 was on the floor. Not far from me. Vixon must have left and forgot his gun.  I tried to reach for it but it felt like my arm was completely broken in every bone.
I slowly took a ripped and rapid fired curtain that got ruined the night before and wrapped it around my arm that got shot. When I tapped my head, I felt it, inside there was a bullet, I felt like it was like one centimeter into my brain. I could actually feel it tipping over.

 As I first felt that feeling, I quickly tilted my head forward and WAHTHING! The round ball-like bullet was on my chest, so I learned that if I moved, the bullet could have gone somewhere else in me. So I blew out the bullet and it rolled off of me with no harm.

 Mirror. I automatically thought. I took a scrap of the brown polo off to wrap over and around my head. It was easy all I had to do was just lightly grab it off. Since, it was completely destroyed.

 Probably after a half hour or two I got up.  Standing on my own two feet as I never thought I would again after last night.  It also took me an even longer time getting upstairs in a crawler mode.  So once I got up to the bathroom, still no sounds I hopped up hoping not to break anymore in my body than what I have already broken by now.  So I reached the mirror, I looked into it.  I never really looked into one before.  It was weird.   All I usually did was just brush and take a shower and never looked in the mirror, not even once.

 I saw blue silky hair, made all spiky in all places. Tan skin, a wrinkled bloody brown polo, green eyes and some tear of brown wrapped around my head. Quickly I took it off.
And what I saw, a hole, a deep, deep purple hole inside of my head. Right after I memorized that hole, I wrapped it back around my head.

 I fell from the top counter where the mirror was hanging on the wall and I went to my room crawling, but then I stopped. There was a large hole, no one could pass-by.  It was right where I was. And if I rolled left right now I would die.

 I went as fast as I could and got up and went to the room to get my gear and katana. I ripped off the brown polo entirely and the pants too, but there was a zipper. It took me a while to get it down to my underpants and then I took them off too, they were ruined. So then I got a new pair and put them on, not really a design on it. Then some dark orange shorts with like eight pockets and a green short-sleeved shirt.

 After that, I took off the curtain from my head and went back to the bathroom. The hole was still there, not bleeding but then I saw my hair was really long now since I never cut it. It wasn’t up and spiky anymore, it was like a weary blue extravaganza up there. So I took the longest part of my hair and covered it. “Good.” I reassured myself until I thought, at least thought, I was going to live.

 I went to Josie’s room and noticed she left something behind. She forgot her laptop. I went on it and she was on Microsoft Word. She was writing some pact or some covenant thing with someone. So I immediately closed that out (after I looked at it). Then I opened up a new one, and I wrote down this:

NOV.26

DEAR JOSIE,                                                                            

IT IS ME, IF YOU EVER GET THIS MESSAGE OR EVEN GET BACK TO IT, I WANT YOU TO KNOW I AM OK AND I WILL BE OUT LOOKING FOR YOU,
I HAVE TAKEN A PHONE FROM YOUR UNCLE’S HOUSE, SO CALL ME BY THAT.
CALL ME.
                                                                                                                        
  Then I put it up on her main-page of news on her computer.  -“Ok, I got to get out of here.” I closed her laptop.

 -“Isn’t it a little too soon for that?” Hatchet’s voice sounded. I didn’t know where he was, is what shocks me. Then he said, -“Hiding won’t solve anything!”  He was at the front door, or at the front, the door was launched upstairs from last night.