Chapter One | The Odyssey Online
Start writing a post
Politics and Activism

Chapter One

The beginning of a story

25
Chapter One
Pexels

She wasn’t stumbling per say, but she was tripping a lot. Mostly on sidewalk cracks. She had stubbed her toe at least a dozen times by now. She wouldn't notice until the next day, during her routine, weekend morning body inspection for unexplained bruises. Having had several more shots of tequila than necessary, she had been keeping her head up and her ears open. At some point, she fumbled for a cigarette and hadn’t noticed her drivers license slip out, take a tumble, and rest on a sewage grate.

~

Meanwhile, a young man sat on the edge of a freeway overpass about two miles away. Dressed all in black, hood up, he stared at the cars passing incessantly below. Red lights beside white lights, he squinted to turn them into a river. He debated. He had been debating a lot lately. He imagined becoming a part of the river, simply being swept up into the lights. What would it feel like? He pulled at the skin at his arm, watching it tent up. Somehow he still seemed to exist.

Maybe not tonight. Maybe. He walked back to his dingy apartment, and stood, staring at the entrance. He became nauseous at the thought of going inside.

I’m not supposed to live tonight. If I can’t even exist where I’m supposed to living, I shouldn't be alive at all.

He took a deep breath and started to run in the direction he had come from. His sweatpants caught around his legs awkwardly, detracting from the intensity. His hood flew off and he wrestled the wind every few minutes to put it back on his head. He ran desperately toward his death. One thought echoed as he ran:

“If I slow down I won’t have the balls to do it.”

With a long stride he kicked a white card into the air, hitting him as he ran forward.

What the fuck? His desperation was put on pause. He had stopped as an automatic reflex, and walked back to see what hit him. The drivers license is from here. Los Angeles. He squinted in the dark at the face. A twenty-two year old girl with short, reddish blonde hair. Fairly pretty, a little plain, a little bit punk. The license was issued two weeks ago. 5’5, 116 pounds. He moved closer to the street light. Astrid Emile Connors. Green eyes.

Weird fucking name. Whatever, it only costs twenty bucks to replace it. He quickened his pace, thinking back to his intention. He started jogging again, running faster as he got closer, his fists clenched. He ran up to the barrier, and looked at the holes in the crude chain link fence. The only obstacle left. As he observed them, he noticed his hands were still gripping. Tightly. The drivers license had almost folded in half.

Fuck, I can’t just kill myself holding this girl’s drivers license.

He walked a few feet away and set it down. No, no. That would be bizarre too. I’m not trying to ruin someone else’s life tonight, what if she gets arrested for murder? Screw you, Astrid. Now I have to deal with putting you somewhere that isn’t weird, like at the scene of a suicide.

He looked around and saw a Shell sign a block or two away.

I’ll put you in a gas station parking lot, that seems like reasonable place that you could have been. Hope you’re happy. Why do you have a guys name as a middle name? Your parents must not like you. I don't like you either. I should cut up your license and burn it. No, that’ll smell awful, I’ll just cut it up and then I’ll toss the pieces around town. No, that’s too much effort.

He reached the Shell station, and tossed the card definitively at the ground. As he walked away, he heard a muffled, Southern accent grumbling “errybody nowadays just be litterin’ wherever dey want. Like the world is der trash can. Well guess what? The world is where I best be sleeping son!” Tapering off his words, a drunk, homeless man sleeping a few feet away had been roused at the sound of footsteps. He peeked his head over his thick blanket and gave the young man an indignant look, without blinking. He stared expectedly, while picking something out of his tooth.

“I didn’t litter. It’s not mine.”

“Well it be yours if you be throwin' it all over in my territory! I don't see nobody else in this here station, this is my home.”

“Sir you can’t own a gas station, it’s a public place.”

“And is a federal crime to be here litterin’! In my day, all the mommas would slap you. Maybe I’ll come slap you to teach you here youngun a lesson!” He started, slowing lifting his frail body up, straining with the effort while he continued to stare.

Oh my god are you kidding me? This is most definitely not what I need right now.

“Here, sir, I have the card okay? I’m taking it with me, thanks.” The man put his strained efforts on pause, as Eli watched, relieved.

Now where in the hell is a trash can? None in sight. Almost by miracle. Why is it that trash cans are always in your way, yet when you need them, never seem to have been invented?

Honestly, fuck this, I’m going home.

He passed several trash cans after that. It seemed beside the point. He kept the card clenched in his right fist, and focused on the pain in his palm. Punishment, to make his defeat seem reasonable.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.
Entertainment

Every Girl Needs To Listen To 'She Used To Be Mine' By Sara Bareilles

These powerful lyrics remind us how much good is inside each of us and that sometimes we are too blinded by our imperfections to see the other side of the coin, to see all of that good.

70843
Every Girl Needs To Listen To 'She Used To Be Mine' By Sara Bareilles

The song was sent to me late in the middle of the night. I was still awake enough to plug in my headphones and listen to it immediately. I always did this when my best friend sent me songs, never wasting a moment. She had sent a message with this one too, telling me it reminded her so much of both of us and what we have each been through in the past couple of months.

Keep Reading...Show less
Zodiac wheel with signs and symbols surrounding a central sun against a starry sky.

What's your sign? It's one of the first questions some of us are asked when approached by someone in a bar, at a party or even when having lunch with some of our friends. Astrology, for centuries, has been one of the largest phenomenons out there. There's a reason why many magazines and newspapers have a horoscope page, and there's also a reason why almost every bookstore or library has a section dedicated completely to astrology. Many of us could just be curious about why some of us act differently than others and whom we will get along with best, and others may just want to see if their sign does, in fact, match their personality.

Keep Reading...Show less
Entertainment

20 Song Lyrics To Put A Spring Into Your Instagram Captions

"On an island in the sun, We'll be playing and having fun"

4209
Person in front of neon musical instruments; glowing red and white lights.
Photo by Spencer Imbrock on Unsplash

Whenever I post a picture to Instagram, it takes me so long to come up with a caption. I want to be funny, clever, cute and direct all at the same time. It can be frustrating! So I just look for some online. I really like to find a song lyric that goes with my picture, I just feel like it gives the picture a certain vibe.

Here's a list of song lyrics that can go with any picture you want to post!

Keep Reading...Show less
Chalk drawing of scales weighing "good" and "bad" on a blackboard.
WP content

Being a good person does not depend on your religion or status in life, your race or skin color, political views or culture. It depends on how good you treat others.

We are all born to do something great. Whether that be to grow up and become a doctor and save the lives of thousands of people, run a marathon, win the Noble Peace Prize, or be the greatest mother or father for your own future children one day. Regardless, we are all born with a purpose. But in between birth and death lies a path that life paves for us; a path that we must fill with something that gives our lives meaning.

Keep Reading...Show less
Health and Wellness

10 Hygiene Tips For All College Athletes

College athletes, it's time we talk about sports hygiene.

8100
Woman doing pull-ups on bars with sun shining behind her.

I got a request to talk about college athletes hygiene so here it is.

College athletes, I get it, you are busy! From class, to morning workouts, to study table, to practice, and more. But that does not excuse the fact that your hygiene comes first! Here are some tips when it comes to taking care of your self.

Keep Reading...Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments