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Live From the Moon
~The Beginning~
Chapter 1
-Present Day-
Suzie stood there quiet, watching through the small opening in the door at the one raging inside. Periodically she glanced at her wristwatch; made a notation in the file she was holding and silently willed her eyes to stay open. Suzie rolled her neck, stretched out the tight muscles in her shoulders and jumped back onto the tall stool placed to the side of the window.
"How's its going? " Asked Jeannie, as she walked over towards Suzie, "Is there any sign of settling down yet? "
"No, I think it's going to be a very long night. Of course, the party last night didn't help matters either," Suzie laughed then added, "Hey, is there going to be any sign of relief soon? I sure could use a cup of coffee and a smoke!"
"I think Crates said in a half hour, you'll get a break. I guess they're going crazy down in emerge. Something about a 2 alarm accident on the freeway."
"Well, if this place wasn't so cheap, they'd have enough relief nurses for everyone but…."
Both Suzie and Jeannie jumped when the first thud hit the door hard and the stool was quickly pushed to the side. Muffled screams could be heard within the locked room. Both nurses looked in the small window and observed the one inside slamming hard against the door and the walls. Suzie quickly hit the buzzer and pounding feet were soon heard running down the hall.
"We need 100 Librium stat! Grab the restraints! Damn! I thought we had control!" Suzie firmly ordered as she swung the door open and entered the sterile, padded room.
In one swift movement, Suzie and two other nurses had the crazed patient down and into restraints. The struggle ebbed as Jeannie gave the needle, providing liquid calm. Gently, the nurses moved the one living in nightmare's grip onto a bare mattress and left, closing the door behind. Suzie reclaimed her position on the stool and checked her watch; writing down the details on the file and hoping her relief would soon be there.
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-1979-
Bobby was 5 years old the day he met Mary-Anne. He recalled the feeling of excitement when he noticed someone new had moved into Peterson's old place. Bobby never liked Peterson, the old crab apple. All Peterson did was scream at Bobby to "stay on your side of the fence" or "who do you think you are, taking apples off my tree" or "hey kid, you stupid or something?" Bobby stood there, closed his eyes, crossed his fingers and prayed for a new boy his age to move in.
A boy to catch frogs and lizards, hunt down snakes and build tree forts with.
Bobby remembered when he opened his eyes and found himself staring face to face with a girl! A blonde hair, blue-eyed silly girl! He tried to look past her and see if there was another kid hiding behind. Every time he moved, she jumped in front of him with a silly smile. He jumped to the side; she jumped in front giggling. He jumped to the other side! She jumped to the other side! Giggling, just like a silly girl!
"Hey! This is fun! My name's Mary-Anne, what's yours, huh?"
"Get! Stupid girl! You gotta brother?" Bobby asked anxiously, hoping the answer would be "yes".
"No way! I ain't got no brothers. Ain't got no sisters either. What's your name?"
"I'm not telling you my name, you stupid girl. Man, I thought this time, just maybe this time, there would be someone fun living next door!" Bobby whined and turned to walk away, "But my dumb luck, it's a dumb girl!"
Mary-Anne pushed Bobby hard, causing him to stumble forward and fall. Falling onto his knees, onto the hard rocks, Bobby bit his lip trying not to cry. That's all he'd need to do is cry in front of some stupid girl.
"I ain't stupid! I ain't dumb! Don't you call me that! That's mean!" Mary-Anne yelled out with a furious tone.
Bobby got up and continued to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. Mary-Anne stood directly in front of him, eyes glaring, hands on hips and began to yell in his face before he could get one word out.
"I can ride a horse, can you? I am the best soccer player on my team. Bet you can't even get the ball down to the goal! I can fish! Bet you can't even catch a minnow! And I'm pretty, you are ugly. And…..and…..and……I hate you!" Mary-Anne spat out the final words then ran back to her new home without looking back.
"Hey!" Bobby yelled, "Hey! I'm sorry, ok! I'm…."
His voice trailed off as he watched Mary-Anne climb over the fence separating the two properties. He walked back towards his house muttering, "stupid girl, geesh all I get is grouchy old men and stupid girls….."
A few days later, Bobby was playing in his toy room when he heard a knock on the front door followed by loud adult voices, laughing and talking. He bolted straight upright when he heard that familiar voice and closed his eyes, praying she'd stay with her parents. When he opened his eyes, his mother was standing there at the doorway, introducing him to "the nice girl who lives next door, dear, her name is Mary-Anne, now be nice and play with her." Bobby growled as his mother walked away and returned to playing with his cars, ignoring the yellow hair imp standing by him.
Bobby continued to ignore her, concentrating on getting those bad men arrested by the police. No matter what he did, those badmen always had more guns than the police did and he was determined to stop it this time! As he pushed the police car over to the latest place where theft occurred, he stopped. He heard sniffling. He made his police siren louder, hoping to drown out the crying but it didn't work. Bobby took a deep breath and forced himself to turn towards Mary-Anne. Just like a girl, she was sitting in the corner crying her eyes out.
"Hey!" she didn't move so he yelled louder, "Hey! I can't hear my siren when you cry like that!"
Mary-Anne continued to cry escalating in intensity.
"Ah man, you gonna make our parents come in here and then we'll both be in trouble! Look, you can have this car, 'k" Bobby handed her a beat up blue car and she simply allowed it to fall on the floor in front of her, her tears falling harder with each loud sob.
"Hey! What's the matter now? " Bobby asked, not really caring. He just wanted her to stop before his parents come in and blame him for her being a crybaby.
"You're mean! I hate you!" Mary-Anne spat out, glaring at him, then immediately dropped her head back down onto her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around, "When I get lots of money, I'm going to run away and you'll be sorry."
"Man, I didn't do anything! You came in here and started bawling like a big baby!"
"You won't let me play! You said I'm stupid and dumb and a girl and…and…and…..I hate you!" Mary-Anne spit out, venom dripping off her words, "and…they ain't my parents! Ok! I wanna go home!"
Bobby stood up and moved towards the door, never taking his eyes off the sobbing girl sitting on his playroom floor. Was she crazy? She came over, into his playroom, sat on his floor, burst out in tears then said the people who brought her weren't her parents. She must be crazy! Either that or he was in one strange nightmare.
"Hey, I don't know nothing except if you keep crying and yelling we are both going to be in trouble! So take the stupid car and be quiet!"
Mary-Anne stopped, picked up the car lying on the floor in front of her and flung it across the room towards Bobby's head. As he ducked, she burst out in fresh tears, louder than before. The toy room door opened causing Bobby to jump and parents came running in.
"It wasn't me! I didn't do nothing, honest! She started it! She just started crying! It wasn't my fault! It wasn't!" Bobby rambled fearing the worst as he saw the anger in his parent's eyes.
"I hate him! He's mean! I hate you! I wanna go home! I don't want to be here anymore!"
Before anyone could stop Mary-Anne, she jumped to her feet, stomped down hard and screamed from the very pit of her stomach. Before Bobby could react, she put down her head and ran with full force into his stomach, sending him across the room and into the wall. Dazed, he slid down onto the floor, tears welling in his eyes. Before anyone could stop her, Mary-Anne ran over and hit him hard in the face, the chest and the head. Her parents finally reacted and her father pulled Mary-Anne off Bobby, mumbling an apology and quickly left the house with Mary-Anne still screaming how much she hated everyone.
Later that night when the pain finally set in, Bobby wondered why she had beat him up and what had she meant when she said those people weren't her parents. His mother came into his bedroom with a fresh ice pack and softly applied it to his bruised face. In soft caring tones, his mother explained Mary-Anne wasn't used to having friends and had lived a hard life. She asked Bobby to be patient and kind, even though it was going to be very hard. Bobby didn't understand, all he knew was that he hurt and was covered in bruises from the mean girl who had just turned his life upside-down.
Bobby never saw Mary-Anne much that first year. She didn't go to his school and she never returned to play. His friends at school said the new kid went to the crazy school down the road. All Bobby knew was the further away Mary-Anne was, the better off he was.
© 2001, Beverley McInnis
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