CHAPTER 2
1061 Words
After checking on me several times during the week, Doctor Martin as he later told me his name was, instructed me to eat and take my meds.
I had gotten restless and decided that I was going to leave the hospital the very day I woke up.
But I was strongly advised to rest and get stronger before I do anything rash. So, I waited, and…waited.
And now, I was finally discharged. The thought alone caused me great joy. It made me feel as if I was a wanderer in my past life. Surely, I wasn't a hobo.
I looked down at the clothes I was given to change into. They said they took it from me alongside a small bag when I was brought into the hospital.
Okay so maybe not a hobo, but was I running away from something? Was I running away from someone?
So many unanswered questions. But I was glad that I was able to be free and walk on my own.
I still had little bruises sprinkled all over my face and my body but it was nothing a few bottles of prescription couldn’t fix.
Another problem I was facing was, I didn't quite know exactly where I was or if I had a place to stay. I was offered a place to stay in the hospital for the meantime, but I declined.
Yeah, I had had enough of hospitals and the smell of death. Thank you very much.
“Excuse me?” I said walking up to a guy that looked like he weighed over 300 tons.
One of the nurses that attended to me, had told me I was in California, and had been registered as Jane Doe when I was first admitted.
I didn't know if I was originally from here, but I was hopeful the residents were kind enough to help me.
He turned to look at me with displeasure, “Yeah?” He said.
“Sorry to bother you, can you–” I began saying.
“I can't help you, sorry” he said and turned away from me.
Shocked, I gaped at him with my mouth hanging open like a fish.
Okay so he didn't give me any chance at all, I scoffed and walked away.
Hopefully the next person I meet will be less annoying and more friendly.
I was wrong! So far, everyone I had met thought I was either a beggar, was lost and they wouldn't help me. Someone even called me crackhead.
I mean I did look a bit like a crackhead but come on! That was so stereotypical.
“Ugh” I groaned mournfully, I had resigned to a bench outside what looked like a club.
“What do I do now?” I asked myself contemplating. I wiped a hand across my face and left it there.
I decided I was going to stay on that bench till I could formulate a new plan. And since I didn't have anywhere else to go, I could spend the night on that bench.
“They can call me whatever names they want, I don't care,” I said to myself angrily.
The events of the day had taken their toll on me. And I was getting cranky.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps to my right and I turned to see an Asian-American looking girl walking up to me.
She was about my age and she had long dark hair. I noticed she had on high boots that seemed to extend her legs to more than their usual height.
When she noticed me on the bench, she squinted at me but kept walking towards me.
I thought she was going to tell me off or call me a crackhead when she got to me, so I wanted to save her the trouble.
But what she did threw me off balance. She got to the bench and sat down next to me unceremoniously.
Then she handed me a sandwich. Confused, I looked up to her with a questioning look.
But she simply shrugged and looked away.
I took the sandwich, praying to God it wasn't poisoned, and ate quietly.
I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything for a few minutes. She was quiet too.
“I'm Destinee, but you can call me Dee” she spoke up, suddenly catching me off guard.
I gulped the rest of the food in my mouth and turned to answer her.
“I'm Ariana, nice to meet you. And thank you for this” I said gesturing to the half-eaten sandwich in my hands.
She shrugged nonchalantly, “you looked like you needed it”.
I nodded absent mindedly and we fell into silence once again. I started staring at the sign on the building where the night club was.
It was starting to get busy as time went by. Hmmm. Nile’s night club.
It won't be a bad idea to work here, I don't think I need any credentials for it.
“What are you thinking about?” She said pulling me from my thoughts.
“I need a job” I said nodding towards the night club.
She looked at the building and looked at me then suddenly she was on her feet.
“Follow me” she said walking towards the club all of a sudden.
I scrambled to get on my feet and follow her wondering what she was doing.
“Where are we going?” I asked, running after her. She walked really fast in those boots.
“To meet the manager” she said, taking me through what I assumed was the back door.
My eyes widened in fear, “How do you know the manager? You're not planning to barge in and demand a job, are you?” I asked, frightened.
She laughed, she was very pretty when she laughed, and yanked me into a corner.
“No silly! I work here” she exclaimed.
I sighed in relief, my mind had been going haywire.
“Wait here” she walked up to who I assumed was the manager and whispered something in his ears.
He looked in my direction and gave me a once over. Looked at her and nodded his head.
She turned to me immediately and gave me two thumbs up.
I smiled, she was amazing!
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