Chapter Fourteen - Last Words

Chapter Fourteen - Last Words

A Chapter by Natalie Mark
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Chapter Fourteen:
Note: The last chapter was so freaking weird. Enjoy as it gets subtly weirder.
(LH) "How long do you think she's going to be?"
(NR) "I don't know. One of us probably should've gone with her. I can't stand to watch people throw up, though."
(LH) "Same for me, but still, I'm worried she might be doing..."
(PR) "Uh... I'll go check on her?"
(NR) "You sure, mom?"
(PR) "Honey, I'm a mom. This is what we do."
(NR) "..."
(LH) "... Your mom's hard core."
(NR) "Freaking metal. Oh, there they are. Scoot over. We should let her lay down."
(LH) "Good idea. I'll go sit in the front. You can sit in the back and romantically cuddle her to sleep."
(NR) "..."
(MA) "Uh..."
(NR) "Lay down."
(MA) "Uh..."
(NR) "No, don't collapse �" uh. Just �" um �" just lay down like a normal person and not like a fish."
(MA) "Is my face anywhere uncomfortable for you?"
(NR) "That would sound SO weird out of context."
(PR) "I'm not even going to look."
(MA) "SING ME A SONG. I'M SAD."
(NR) "Mom?"
(PR) "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands."
(MA) "Why isn't anyone CLAPPING?"
(LH) "Uh... Your mom is 200% done. I don't blame her. We should stop at a hotel for the night."
(PR) "Good idea. Leona and I can share a room, and Nova and Moth can share a room."
(NR) "Do you really think that's a good idea?"
(PR) "Listen, I know my s**t, and you guys need to get your stuff in order or else I will leave you both out on the side of the road and take Leona to Disneyland."
(NR) "... Okay."

(NR) "This is your own fault, you know?"
(MA) "This wallpaper's ugly. Did you know that Oscar Wilde's last words were, "This wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. Either it goes or I do."?"
(NR) "Yeah. I do know that. I like last words. They're a chance to say something memorable. Personally, I hope my last words make people laugh more than my jokes did."
(MA) "Ha! That's funny."
(NR) "You should get some sleep."
(MA) "Hm. Oscar Wilde, upon his death, was was lying in a cheap hotel in France. All his friends had left him, he was broke. He was a famous person of great importance, essential to the history of the written inspirational word, but still..."
(NR) "But still?"
(MA) "An incomplete thought. I hate those. So fleeting. Like short little dreams. Oscar's last words were actually probably some Catholic prayer or goodbye."
(NR) "There's such a power in goodbyes, isn't there? Like... So much meaning in a few little words. Wouldn't it be neat if you could just sum up your entire life up one little neat sentence? But what would you say? Just 'goodbye'? Or maybe something harder, like 'I love you'? Or something pragmatic, like 'the end'?"
(MA) "... That's the old Nova I remember."

April 25:
(MA) "Are we there yet?"
(LH) "Jesus Christ..."
(MA) "It doesn't look like we're there yet... There's �" what is that? Snow? I hate show. It's so... Annoying."
(LH) "Nova �""
(NR) "Don't say it..."
(LH) "I am going..."
(NR) "Uh..."
(LH) "To kill her."
April 26:
(MA) "What the hell is that? A tree? I didn't know they had trees in Utah."
(NR) "Mom, why are you pulling over?"
(PR) "Moth, stop talking or get out of the car."
(MA) "..."
(NR) "Thank you."
(MA) "I'm just angry. And happy and agitated and pissed off and annoyed and angry!"
(LH) "You said angry twice."
(MA) "You guys couldn't just leave me alone. But NOOOOoooooOOOO! You had to be decent, caring, thoughtful, sweet a******s! You are such freaking humans."

(LH 4:27 pm) "I can't believe your mom made her get out of the car."
(NR 4:30 pm) "Yeah, I know. She's hardcore."
(LH 4:32 pm) "How long is she going to make her walk?"
(NR 4:34 pm) "Awhile. Probably just to Nevada. At least right now we're just on a sleep country road."
(LH 4:36 pm) "Is she running? Why is she running?"
(NR 4:38 pm) "Freeway up ahead. Got to pick up the pace."
(LH 4:42 pm) "Oh good, we're pulling over."

(PR) "Did you learn your lesson?"
(MA) "No."
(PR) "... Okay, get in."
(MA) "Miss me?"
(NR) "..."
(LH) "..."
(MA) "Rude."

April 27:
(MA) "So... What's the plan once we get back home? Oh, let me guess: I get issued a stern warning about the dangerous of drug abuse, you all say 'encouraging' words about how I don't need to change myself at all because I'm 'perfect', I promise never to do anything bad again, a brief yet thoughtful group hug, and then I go and get high; unbeknownst to you, who think I'm doing perfectly alright. Well, good news, I am doing alright. I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine, and you didn't need to come all that way to get me!"
(NR) "..."
(MA) "Overprotective, co-dependent, little �""
(NR) "I will slap you."
(MA) "No, you wo�""
Crack.
(NR) "I told you I would."
(MA) "..."
(NR) "I think you're a liar. And I certainly don't think you're stupid enough of fool yourself into thinking you're doing the right thing."
(MA) "Well, I am stupid enough."
(NR) "..."
(MA) "That didn't sound very good."

April 28:
(MA) "Can we stop over in Las Vegas?"
(PR) "A city full of junkies and criminals? Really. How stupid do you think we are?"
(MA) "Fairly. Judging by�""
(PR) "I will leave you in the middle of the desert."

(MA) "Ah, California at last. The land of sun tans, perfect waves, plastic surgery, and murder. It's good to be home."

(MA) "Where's my car? You left it where it dumped it, right? I had an arrangement made with Mother Nature not to corrode anything while I was gone."
(NR) "..."
(MA) "Brakes are shot, anyways. Funny story, actually. Once I was driving down this giant hill covered in fire ants, when all of a sudden �""
(LH) "Please shut up!"
(MA) "Since you said please..."

(NR 11:26 pm) "Tell me the fire ant story later, okay."
(MA 11:29 pm) "I knew you couldn't resist."


© 2014 Natalie Mark


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