“My name is Allie Richmond. I am 17. I am a senior in school and I am almost done with school. I like to read and write and when I was little my brother had a…terrible accident with my mom that killed my mother. I don’t like to talk about it.” I sat on the couch of the therapist my dad had gotten me. The couch was a dull brown; the room was on the darker side; the only light was a lap that was sat over the guy’s head. The only noise in the room was him writing.
“How old are you?” I asked
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t I just kind of wanted to know.”
I sighed a bit before I looked at him starting to hear the sound of the clock. I didn’t want to answer him. He sighed “Allie if you want to get better you have to talk to me. I’m not here to force you to do anything. I’m just here to help.” I looked at the time. We were almost done. He looked at me before standing “our time is up for today.” I stood and walked out.
My dad wasn’t in the waiting room. I walked out of the office and saw the red mustang we owned. My dad was asleep in it. I walked over and got in. “dad the meeting is over we can go.” I said softly as I shook him. He jumped awake and looked at me.
“Done already?” he asked before starting the car. My dad spoke with a very thick southern accent. I nodded. “How did it go?” I shrugged a bit.
“Fine I guess nothing really cool happened.”
“Allie you know you need to talk to him to get help if you don’t you’ll never get better.”
“Dad I know I’m not stupid.” I mumbled a bit. He sighed. My dad was very country. He had a farm out in the middle of nowhere. I liked it there, it was quiet and away from what happened. I sighed and looked out the window as we drove home. It was going to take us a few hours to get home.
He’s just trying to help you Allie. You know that right?
I scowled at the window. It was back. The ‘good’ voice. The voice of reason. I had had enough of it. I looked around in my bag for the pills that would make them quiet. Dad got a worried look on his face as I found them. I took one and put them away before leaning the seat back and going to sleep.
Don’t let your father think you don’t love him.
I growled some before putting my hood up. My dad put a hand on my back softly. I sighed a bit and relaxed. His hand was large and covered in callused skin. He said he had “working hands”. He’s always been a kind man to everyone, even the people that hated him. He was a good and honest man. My brother wasn’t a good man and honestly I wasn’t a very honest person. Some kids we turned out to be…
Dad hadn’t changed much from when mom had died to now. My brother had though. My brother had become cold and unforgiving to dad. He blamed him for not stopping them that night. I never understood why my brother led himself to say that and I probably never will. I sighed and got some sleep.
I woke up as we pulled up to the house. The lights were off meaning my brother was out or asleep or high. I was hoping on asleep. My dad grunted a bit looking at the house. He knew my brother did drugs and he didn’t like it. “Looks like your brother is trying to find his way to cloud nine again.” My dad grimaced a bit before parking the car and turning it off.
I got out of the car and went to the front door. It was a dark blue with a few windows at the top for peep holes. I opened the door and was greeted by my fat cat. She was a black and white cat with a belly the hung down and swung when she walked. Just like me she had lost her mother too.
I smiled at my cat softly before turning on the light. Her fat self-rubbed on me as I did. “Jackson are you home?!” My dad yelled out. We heard a small groan from his room. My dad sighed and went to make dinner for his family. I dropped my stuff by the door and went to the couch flopping on it. I turned on the TV and watched some “SpongeBob” as I read some stuff on my phone. I saw an odd news story about someone finding a cure for cancer. I scoffed at it.
DR. Tommy lee has found the magic cure to the world’s worst illness. In tests done with lap mice with the cancer cells have been cured in just five days. Further test must be done on this wonder cure but things are starting to look up for the world.
I chuckled a bit at the thought that maybe things could get better, but I knew they wouldn’t. I kept going through the news seeing a few about the new president. Stories about him making all drugs legal and how he made all health care free for the people. I sighed and looked up at the show right before it blinked on to one of the amber alert things but this one was a bit different. This time it had a skull and cross bones over a yellow triangle with the world’s chemical spill in DR. Tommy’s lab evacuate. The loud noise still played as it said.
“EMERGENCY! A biological threat has been received. If you are in the vicinity of McKinney, prepare immediately for possible evacuation. Listen for instructions from city officials or local authorities and follow them quickly and carefully.” I blinked and looked at my dad who had come into the living room when this had come on. He looked at me and nodded going to pack our things. I jumped up and ran to my brother’s room. I opened the door and screamed at him.
“Jackson get the fuck up now we have to go! There was a chemical spill!” I yelled. He jumped awake and got dressed unsure of what was going on. I threw him a bag that dad had given me as he passed by. Jackson looked at it than at me.
“Something bad happened, didn’t it?” he asked. I nodded and went to pack up my stuff I got a few outfits before putting my meds in there along with a picture of mom. I then grabbed two pairs of shoes. I put on some convers before putting some combat boots in my bag. I looked around the room for anything else. I saw my pocket knife. I quickly grabbed it before I heard a knock on the door.
I heard my dad talking to someone. I walked out to the living room seeing the cops. My dad nodded before they left. I looked out the window to see that they had a bit buss full of people. I was scared now. If they wanted us out of the farm then it meant that we weren’t safe anymore and things were going to get worse. Dad looked at me “they want us out of here, so are you ready to go?” I nodded my head. “Then let’s go!” he barked at me and my brother. We nodded and ran to grab our bags before we left on the bus.
The bus was crowded and smelled of sweat and tears. People cried in fear, some sat there in silence whipping away a few tears from their face. My dad held my hand tightly as we sat down together. It was three to a seat. It was cramped but we made it work. My brother looked at me and smiled in worry. I gave a worried smile back before my stomach growled. We still hadn’t eaten anything.
My dad gave me a candy bar he always kept with him. It was some weird chocolate thing. I sighed and ate it. It wasn’t that good, the chocolate tasted fake like someone just kind of put together some mix of what they thought was chocolate and called it a day. I sighed and finished it before going to sleep against my brother as we drove through the night looking back on the home we once knew
I woke up when the bus hit a big bump. I looked around and saw it was still dark outside I had no clue what time it was or where we were. I sighed and looked at my phone. 4 am. My phone was almost dead and I had forgotten my charger. I also had to pee. I slowly got out of the seat with a small groan and walked to the back. They had told us there was a bathroom back there. I held on to the seats as I walked up the isle in case the bus stopped or something. I slowly walked looking at the people that slept on the seats and held their kids. People’s things were all over, most of it was clothes and a few pictures and books. I got to the bathroom and noticed a guy who was sitting in front of it looking very sweaty and sick. His skin was a pale grey with his veins showing. He looked at me slowly and coughed a bit before shutting his eyes.
I opened the door to the small bathroom and used the toilet before using the sink to splash water on my face. I noticed how quiet the bus had become when everyone went to bed. I sighed and looked at myself. My red hair was a mess from how I had slept. My eyes were blood shot from something I wasn’t sure. My skin was on the pale side but it was always like this. I sighed and looked down into the skin.
I jumped and looked at the door. “J-just a minute.” I said softly before starting to unlock the door. I heard the same noise again this time it made a dent in the door. I locked the door and sat in the corner trembling a bit. I heard people starting to scream. The bus was starting to swerve before I felt we had fallen off a hill. We started to role. I screamed as I hit the roof of the bus. I groaned as we stopped rolling. I looked at the floor and grunted before passing out from my head.
“Allie! Allie! Wake up!” I felt shaking before I slowly opened my eyes looking around. I saw my dad and my brother standing over me.
“There was an accident. You hit your head but its ok now.” My dad hugged me close and tight before picking me up taking me out of the bathroom and out of the back of the bus. Fog covered everything and the sun was just rising. Woods surrounded us as we walked out of the metal bus.
I looked at my dad. His face was worried as he looked around for people. He held on to me with the grip of a bear. It didn’t help my head at all. My head was killing me. We started to spin in my eyes and things were blurry. I didn’t know what was going on. Dad looked at me his eyes getting wide. “Allie are you ok?” he asked before I passed out again from the pain in my head.
“Help will come, right dad?”
“Yes hopefully soon I don’t know how much longer Allie can handle that bump on her head.”
“We can help her, right?”
“I hope so son, I sure hope so.”