Running With Scissors

The woman raised her eyebrow and without looking at me, she asked, “May I help you?”

“Uh… Yea, I was looking for a guy who used to manage this place. Mr. Anderson?"

"Mr. Anderson isn't available at this hour of night," she remarked snobbishly.

"Oh... See, I used to live here. I just flew in from Ohio and I don't have anywhere else to go right now. I'm sorry to disrupt you- Do you know where the nearest motel is that accepts debit?"

"From what I know, it's just down the street."

Thanks! That was real nice- Just blow me off like that...

I smiled as if I were thankful for what she had done, even though I was highly annoyed that she had been of no assistance to me. Picking my bags off the floor beside me, I walked out into the pouring rain and slammed the door to hint on my current mood. I managed to spot the neon sign down the road, proving that there was, in fact, a motel in that lot. As I muttered curses the entire way, I couldn't help but notice the highly irritating feeling of wet shoes.

Walking into the front doors of that motel was awkward. I could sense the way the receptionist look before I saw him. I looked up to see the scowl on his face and decided a friendly smile would do me some good.

"Do you take debit," I managed to ask before I approached him.

He nodded in a way that made me feel oblivious. I dug through my soaked pockets and pulled out my wallet, placing the debit card on the counter and wiping the dripping water off my face as the man took it and ran it through the machine as he asked me the typical questions. I answered them as if I were a drone because I was simply too tired to care. He finally handed me a key and I smiled and took it as I thanked him, walking out of the room.

I made my way to the room with a large number '6' on the door. At first, the key wouldn't fit in properly until I forced it, pushing the door open harshly and sending me flying forward. I stumbled into the room and pulled on the lightswitch. I dumped all my things by the door before I enforced the pad-lock and shut all the curtains tightly. I made a quick washroom break before I struggled to pull off my clothes, laying them wherever they would fall on the floor. Sprawling myself comfortably across the bed, I suddenly remembered my medication tucked deep in the side compartment of my suitcase. I came to the conclusion that I was far too tired to make my way across the room to the bag- Let alone, to dig through it and find it. In my mind, this proved that I probably didn't even need to take it tonight. Therefore, I washed away every thought that came to mind and drifted off to a land of sleep.

That is, until hellish nightmares corrupted my dreaming, waking me up in a cold sweat only to realize the sun was shining brightly through the curtains. It took me a few moments to realize where I was as I regained my breath and glanced at the alarm clock. I picked it up, wondering if maybe it had the wrong time. It couldn't be eleven o'clock in the morning- I couldn't have slept that long.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself as I forced myself out of bed to take a quick shower and change before I was on my way. I couldn't help but think that Jayde would think I was a complete nut case when she saw the containers of different medications lined up against the back of the sink. Looking at myself through the fogged glass of the mirror, I wondered, how could she? She wouldn't... Jayde would know this was all for my own good, most of it against my will at first. I packed all my things up after thirty minutes of preperation and walked out into the parking-lot, stopping at the nearest payphone and picking up the phonebook.

I flipped through it quickly and scrolled my finger down the page, and the long list of adresses wit the last name Mitchells.

Mitchells J ... 1846 Richard Ave.

I made sure the adress was imprinted in my brain before I slammed the book shut. I didn't want to call- I wanted to surprise her. Unfortunately, I figured it would be another hour before I got there. I would have to find the nearest ATM machine if I were going to take a cab anywhere, and once I found one a few slight minutes later, the butterflies started up. I was surprised with how easily I was able to get a cab and quickly jammed my things in the back seat beside me. Even more so, I was surprised with how well the day was going- My sudden streak of good luck.

I recited the address to the driver and watched out the window as he began on his way.