ROACHES-FLIES-MICE-BUGS... Chapter 20
She sniffs the air and frowns. 'It stinks in here.' She rolls over and sees the roach running across the floor under the cabinet. Her stomach turned over. She felt the urge to vomit and held on.
Dragging herself off the dirty mattress she looks on the box. The pills were sealed in wax paper. She knew she was taking a chance, but the overwhelming urge to do this kept her from stopping. She looked at her cheap watch. Four am.
She had to take the bus and then walk the three blocks. Her father always kept orange juice cold in the fridge. For mom and him he always said: kept their energy levels up. He always winked when he told her that. She shook her head. She never understood that.
Standing at the doorway, she looked in. The room stunk; it was stained and downright horrible. She saw her tent now in such a different light. A loud sigh fell from her lips. She shut it and carefully went down the dark, dank hallway.
The air smelled of diesel. The trees that lined the street were barren from the outpouring of pollution from the smokestacks of the area companies. She began to walk quickly to the bus stop. The riders at this time of night were not many. The few that were in the bus had a glazed look to their eyes. Becky kept her eyes down, not looking anyone in the face. She saw the exit and pulled the cord. Her heart beat so hard she was breathing hard to use the excess blood.
She found a bench, sat, and calmed herself. She had the luck of parents that taught her from the age of a toddler how to center herself. The calm developed slowly, allowing a more normal heat rate and breathing pattern. She saw the wax paper had been scrunched in her hand.
She opened the paper and saw the pills had been crushed. She let out a short chuckle. That was something she hadn't thought of: How to put it in the juice. Now she knew. She smiled and walked towards the forest where her parent's campsite was.
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