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Twenty bucks. Twenty bucks was all I damn needed. I shoved the cash in my pocket, painfully standing. My “leg” is constantly stinging in waves. I winced as I hobbled down the sidewalk. Twenty dollars is perfect for food. The streets were dark at this time of night. The sky flicked with bright stars. It made me groan at the race of trying to get home. My wrist itched… then I could really see some damn stars.
Melt everything into the background…
I tugged the jacket closer, huffing, as I crept to the closest store possible, pushing the glass door open. Hearing the little ding from the bell above. The side eye from the cashier made me scowl. The air somehow felt cheaper in here than my damn car.
The floor was murky and gross. And there it was… the gross sandwich selection.
I snagged the cheapest one something about ham and cheese) grabbing enough that a twenty could buy. A sandwich, some chips, and a pop. I dropped it on the counter, painfully smacking the twenty down with it.
The cashier blew out a ring of smoke from their cigarette, “And get me a pack of cigs. Cheapest one-” I pointed to the cigarettes behind them.
“ID,” they growled, feet still propped on the desk next to them.
Ugh. That kid looks like they need an ID check. I rummaged through my pocket, pulling my damn wallet out and flicking the damn shit at the kid. I sighed as he handed the smoke over.
After paying, I stuffed it all into a bag and hobbled out. Stupid teens- the air felt cold, and I frowned at the damn stinging in the damn “leg” every time I walked. The damn prosthetic is driving me crazy right now; it must be the painkillers wearing off.
I nearly cried seeing my Diablo ahead (I always feel like that) and hopped in with a long, long sigh, setting the bag of goodies on the comm center. Closing the door of safety, my stomach growled, and I tore into it without a second thought.
First thing I ate since yesterday, and the sandwich was fucking delectable. Other than the fact that it was also slightly grossly textured in some places. The chips were nice, and the stolen candy that I had snatched was a nice touch.
After eating, I let myself sag into the seat, my stomach full.
The drive to the apartment didn't take long. I pulled the thing to a park and hopped out, closing the driver's side door hard. I opened the place and entered, cringing as something crunched under my shoe. I picked my “leg” up to see a card.
I flicked a glance over my shoulder for some sort of trick before closing the door. I bent over and snatched it. “Gravity Falls” was written on the fancy side with orange-lit cliffs in the background of the thing. The back was bland and white. I didn't even have to squint to read it!! (My eyes are awesome)
HELP
-FORD
OREGON GRAVITY FALLS GOPHER RD618
I had to read that again, rubbing my left thigh. Ford…? I limped to my bed and sat down. I blinked at it again.
Ford saying… help…?
I groaned, setting it aside. My leg was spiking with pain, so I rifled through some drawers. Ford…. Asking for help… I was going to be evicted from this place in two days. I took my meds out and decided on conking out for the rest of today. I can start tomorrow on the way to his place since he doesn't have a damn phone number jotted down on the thing.
I felt a small pang of dread for some reason before squishing it. The first time in like basically ten years I heard from him, and this is what I get. I felt another sting from my leg and hissed, deciding fuck it. I opened my meds. I took a couple of painkillers and removed my pants. I undid the prosthetic too damn tired to think about this shit. Setting it to the side, I slid under the covers, automatically not even bothering to look at the missing leg. Godamnit Stanford.
I checked the card thing again.
Uhg how am I going to hide this! I motioned at my “leg” as if there was some sort of audience listening to my thoughts. I lay down with a loud whumph. Jesus Ford must be in some trouble to want help from me of all people…
I sighed once the pain in my stump dulled. The meds are finally hitting. I slumped into the mattress. At least I don't need to worry about eating tomorrow. Got that covered today. The same pang of dread panged through me at the thought of the sudden reunion, but I pushed that down for later. If he needs help, I'll be there. No matter what it is. Even if it's to hide a body or something crazy like that.