Tuesday, January 25, 2011

not quiet the realm of madness

Megan felt sure Smed just needed some time. Obviously, he was making a big deal out of nothing. This is what Megan believed the first three hours he was gone. She found out later, he didn't leave right away.

Anyway, she went back to the messy room and decided she'd clean it up before she started to study. This took a total of the three hours. She guessed. There was time to look at pictures over summer. She even found a snapshot of Smed's father when she was accidently going through Smed's side of the dresser.

It was mesmerizing. Or connecting the dots. First of all, his father didn't look like he could kill anyone. She sat there on her bed, thinking how much Smed and Zeke both looked like their dad. It was haunting. For a second, it was as if she were immersed in some other world.

It was the Zeke and Smed show, scene by scene in her mind, where they went to jail to visit their father. She just knew it would make a great MTV reality show. In her documentary, they wanted answers. They both wanted to know why he had killed Smed's mother. And why did he feel the need to drink a six pack of beer, afterwards in a grocery parking lot? Was he waiting for the police?

Of course, she heard Zeke and Caitlin outside in the hallway. Caitlin had on her hat and coat. Snowboots too. It was snowing outside they told her. "But where are you going?" Megan wanted to go too.

"I'm taking her to the clinic." Zeke had his arm around Caitlin, who looked all sad and still miserable.

"But-" She wanted to remind them about the pregnancy test. And when she looked back at the dresser. She noticed it was gone. Did Smed still have it?

"Its OK, we'll be fine." Zeke waved a light good-bye.

Megan just nodded. So she got down to the nitty gritty of the clothes. She re-piled them on the bed. Then once more as she put things a way and hung in the closet, what might have been dirty shirts and pants and sweaters. But not that dirty. Not really.

Anyway, she put it all away and it looked like someone else's room. Not Smed's and her room. But there was that picture of them together her grandmother had taken with Megan's digital camera. They were happy then. So happy. Now she felt as if the happiness was rotting away.

Finally, she settled herself on the couch in the livingroom. It was after nine. The TV was on. She looked out the bay livingroom window. It was snowing. How did she not know that? Well, Zeke had told her, but she didn't really believe him.

Really, she was not hungry, but she went looking for food and found pretzels. Naturally, the crunch thin sticks felt quite dry and stuck in her throat. She looked for the mustard and found some Mountain Dew which was possibly Sammi's. But oh well, a girl needed to eat when she was staying up for that boyfriend of hers who was mad at only her.

6 comments:

ellie said...

Megan..very interesting..for sure.

Cafe Fashionista said...

I wish Megan would understand that she can't treat people so harshly - sometimes they stay mad at you. :/

lucy and sarah said...

Oh, I don't think she has a clue what is going on with anybody..maybe not even herself.

cait said...

Interesting what's going through her mind.

Lux and Stan said...

At least she has time to think on what went wrong between she and Smed.

cady said...

Thanks for the comment.


I love the names of these characters. Very original.