Coming on After The Break

“We lie best when we lie to ourselves.”

I saw her laying there on her bed at 3:00 in the morning. She just lay, her long black her strangled around her sweaty palms as she tossed and turned. She mouthed several words looking like forever in several different forms, like forever, ever, for. I stood at the end of her bed and gazed at her. I knew she would freak out if she saw me here, she would of thought herself crazy. Not that she could have told any doctor what was wrong. I stood there, my straw like hair began to stand on it's end. I had never been to a place as quite as this. The only noise came from a large grandfather clock that flew back and forth, back and forth in a slowing rhythm. I began to shut my eyes to the slow lullaby rocked me to my sleep. I felt like a boat as I swayed to and forth, to and forth. I looked down at my feet, and with a last awake glance I saw my orange skin as I felt myself blackout on the floor.

When I awoke I saw her there asleep until I looked at her. She got up and waved with her hoof at me, her hair stood up from the static on the floor. I stared at her and silently screamed. Silently. Another haunting word. I would yell silently. I pushed myself against the wall and mouthed "Applejack" She nodded and dissapeared.

Was I going completely bonkers?

I rubbed my eyes and squeaked out a breath filled yawn. I blinked twice to make sure Applejack wouldn't magically reappear before my very eyes. I stayed still for a moment, sure I heard small hoof steps creaking down my hallway but it soon passed as a fiction of my imagination, right? I looked toward the clock which slowly beeped out 3:05. I lay back on my pillow and stared at the soft green ceiling thinking of my fantasy of Applejack. I didn't hardly understand any bloody thing about life now, but I knew I was bloody bonkers.

Then I remembered the T.V. show, Applejack was honest, dependable, no matter what she would help you. She was trying to get me out and about. But for a mute person, me, to be out mingling was like saying that Fort Knox was open and anybody could take gold from it. Just stupid. I huddled together and began to cry. The salty tears drenched my pale skin and finally after hours of debating I decided to go outside when it was morning.

Finally at 11:30, lunchtime, I went out with a pen and small memo pad in my back pocket. I headed toward McDonalds, and opened the glass door. I took a deep breath and wrote what I wanted on a piece of paper and underneath is put Sorry, I am mute. I handed it to a lady behind the counter, she nodded her head with her long orange hair bobbing up and down and went off to give my order to the cooks. I leaned against a wall and stared at the table for my food. Finally I turned around and saw her again. This time she smiled at me and bowed her orange head. Her hat fell off showing all of her straw hair. By doing this I saw her problem. I silently mouthed the word Stroke? She nodded.Then she vanished, leaving me alone.

I took my food and sat at an empty booth in the back. I closed my eyes and ate my first food other than T.V. dinners in 15 years. I smiled, it was so tasty that my taste buds opened up and grabbed it. I smiled, when a boy about my age (17) walked up to me and waved. My heart and stomach dropped about a million miles give or take a few.