Post by citizenmike on Feb 15, 2009 12:10:17 GMT -5
It was the rusty shade of gold that woke up Veronica Roth. Creeping in through the curtains, shining its auburn sunny gaze over her face, it penetrated through the darkness of her sleep. Veronica turned to her side and pulled the sheets over her face; it wasn't her turn to rise, at least not to her. She just wanted to sleep. But still, the sun insisted. Breaking though the stained white layer of blanket that covered.
Veronica opened her eyes. Whatever it was, it was time. Tossing the sheets aside, Veronica was tired and she couldn't understand why. She was only sleeping.
Veronica noticed she was fully clothed and found herself in a room different from her own. It looked like one of those rooms you'd find in those motels by the highway... either that, or one of those cheap little hotels you'd find in the city. The kind that offered nothing more than four walls, a bed, a roof, and maybe if you were lucky, a tv.
She had a tv.
Veronica pulled herself from the bed and fell. Slowly, she crawled over to the night table, pulled herself up and found a couple packs of Marlboro's and a lighter. She was a step away from freaking out if she only had a grip of where on Earth she was and why.
Slowly, she walked towards the bathroom.
Opening the door, she was shocked to find a man sitting on the toilet, with his pants tied down to his ankles.
"You're awake...", the man said calmly.
"Who are you?", she asked.
"I'm Johnny, what's your name?"
Veronica turned away the bathroom and closed the door.
<***>
Veronica wanted to get leave, but there was something about that man that kept her in. Maybe he had the answers to whatever it was she wanted to know. Looking out the window, Veronica had a lit cigarette between her lips. She realized she had nowhere to go.
Behind her, she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing.
"Hey", Johnny called her.
"Yeah?", she answered back.
"Could I have one of those?"
"Sure, their on top of the night table."
"Thanks."
Veronica turned her head to find Johnny sitting on the bed with the cigarette between his lips.
"So, are you going to tell me your name?"
"Veronica..." She thought for a moment. "Veronica... Roth."
Tears began to fall down Veronica's face as she slowly dropped herself on to the carpet.
"Where..." she said, "Where are we?"
"I don't know.", Johnny said calmy.
"What time is it?"
"I don't know."
"How did I get here?"
"I don't know."
"How did you get here?"
"I don't know."
"How did you get in here, then?"
"I woke up here. Right there on the bed, beside you."
"Who are you?"
"I honestly don't know. My name is Johnny and that's all I have."
"We didn't..." Veronica couldn't say it... Didn't even know how to imply it.
"Didn't what?"
"You know..." She said shrugging.
"No," he turned his head. "At least I think we didn't."
"Ok.", Veronica said as she drew hard on the filter. "Then why didn't you just leave when you woke up?"
"You were right next to me when I awoke, I figured... You know," Johnny kind of dragged his words along. "That you could fill me in on everything you're asking me right now."
Veronica wrapped her hands over her head. "This is all so much like a dream," she said. "Everything's so soft and hazy, and I'm just so tired... How long have you been awake?"
"A couple hours, maybe three..."
"I'm tired from sleeping?"
"If it helps, think of yourself of somekind of sleeping beauty."
Johnny rose from the bed and looked outside.
"Wherever we are, I figure were not far from home."
"How can you tell?", Veronica asked.
"It looks like just about every other city."
"Where is home to you?"
"I wish I could say." He replied. "What about you?"
Veronica thought hard. Even the location of her home was a fleeting thought...
"Cambridge," she said. "Cambridge, Massachusetts."
Silence fell for a moment as the both of them turned away from each other
"You wanna get out of here?"
Veronica looked up at Johnny and nodded.
Veronica opened her eyes. Whatever it was, it was time. Tossing the sheets aside, Veronica was tired and she couldn't understand why. She was only sleeping.
Veronica noticed she was fully clothed and found herself in a room different from her own. It looked like one of those rooms you'd find in those motels by the highway... either that, or one of those cheap little hotels you'd find in the city. The kind that offered nothing more than four walls, a bed, a roof, and maybe if you were lucky, a tv.
She had a tv.
Veronica pulled herself from the bed and fell. Slowly, she crawled over to the night table, pulled herself up and found a couple packs of Marlboro's and a lighter. She was a step away from freaking out if she only had a grip of where on Earth she was and why.
Slowly, she walked towards the bathroom.
Opening the door, she was shocked to find a man sitting on the toilet, with his pants tied down to his ankles.
"You're awake...", the man said calmly.
"Who are you?", she asked.
"I'm Johnny, what's your name?"
Veronica turned away the bathroom and closed the door.
<***>
Veronica wanted to get leave, but there was something about that man that kept her in. Maybe he had the answers to whatever it was she wanted to know. Looking out the window, Veronica had a lit cigarette between her lips. She realized she had nowhere to go.
Behind her, she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing.
"Hey", Johnny called her.
"Yeah?", she answered back.
"Could I have one of those?"
"Sure, their on top of the night table."
"Thanks."
Veronica turned her head to find Johnny sitting on the bed with the cigarette between his lips.
"So, are you going to tell me your name?"
"Veronica..." She thought for a moment. "Veronica... Roth."
Tears began to fall down Veronica's face as she slowly dropped herself on to the carpet.
"Where..." she said, "Where are we?"
"I don't know.", Johnny said calmy.
"What time is it?"
"I don't know."
"How did I get here?"
"I don't know."
"How did you get here?"
"I don't know."
"How did you get in here, then?"
"I woke up here. Right there on the bed, beside you."
"Who are you?"
"I honestly don't know. My name is Johnny and that's all I have."
"We didn't..." Veronica couldn't say it... Didn't even know how to imply it.
"Didn't what?"
"You know..." She said shrugging.
"No," he turned his head. "At least I think we didn't."
"Ok.", Veronica said as she drew hard on the filter. "Then why didn't you just leave when you woke up?"
"You were right next to me when I awoke, I figured... You know," Johnny kind of dragged his words along. "That you could fill me in on everything you're asking me right now."
Veronica wrapped her hands over her head. "This is all so much like a dream," she said. "Everything's so soft and hazy, and I'm just so tired... How long have you been awake?"
"A couple hours, maybe three..."
"I'm tired from sleeping?"
"If it helps, think of yourself of somekind of sleeping beauty."
Johnny rose from the bed and looked outside.
"Wherever we are, I figure were not far from home."
"How can you tell?", Veronica asked.
"It looks like just about every other city."
"Where is home to you?"
"I wish I could say." He replied. "What about you?"
Veronica thought hard. Even the location of her home was a fleeting thought...
"Cambridge," she said. "Cambridge, Massachusetts."
Silence fell for a moment as the both of them turned away from each other
"You wanna get out of here?"
Veronica looked up at Johnny and nodded.