The road engulfed me on the way to work today. It melded around my tiny car and slowly squeezed me. Metal crushed against my skin, piercing threw soft tissue. My blood began to fill the now compacted car. My heart beat hard, quick, 3 beats then dead. Silent.
It moves back. The road becomes road again. Not a living death trap. My car. Fine. Except that I am now in a snow filled ditch. Work was not impressed. I was 2 hours late waiting for a tow truck to get me out.
A few days ago I went to a doctor. A real one. Not Miri's. He said I may have depression and prescribed me something light. "I am young." He stated over and over. "It most-likely just PMS." Of course when he stated that I yelled at him and left without even getting my little piece of paper that stated I might breaking into the psychotic field.
The front end of my car is slightly crunched in. She still runs just fine. APPARENTLY! I fell asleep at the wheel. Bullshit! I was awake the entire time that demon road was crushing me. I felt it pop each of my veins! All I could do is breath blood! Slowly drowning inside my own vehicle.
Fuck doctors! Fuck insurance hacks who only want money after you give them 2 grand a year! 2 GRAND A YEAR! for 6 years! And those bastards cant give me one car repair!
Miri let me call her and vent at 4 am in the morning. She gave me the number to her "doctor" She also placed the first order. All I had to do was pay.
So here I am. Sitting in my room. Naked. Staring at the bag in front of me. Pretty green and yellow pills looking up just begging to try. Taste me. They are crying.
Wait.
They were dancing! sounded like a weird mix between repo opera and phantom of the opera.
He said just take one. See what happens. From there it all depends on my body. What I think. What I do. They should help me sleep....What if they don't...
Just one...What could it hurt.
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