Hump Daaaay means a PLR. Sorry I have been lacking. I didn’t want two writing posts one after the other. Trying to space it all out a bit. Alas, here we go.
Pretty Little Roomies – Episode 7
Patrick was telling Megan about one of the vivid dreams he had while he was in his coma. Apparently, he dreamed he was in the scene from The Exorcist where Reagan is stabbing herself with the cross. But that is where the movie magic ended because her skin turned purple, and then she chased him around the house with the bloody crucifix, wailing at him in the demon’s deep voice. He could not run fast enough, though, and she caught him, but instead of impaling him, she jumped on his back and then shoved the cross into her stomach.
“And I think she died. I can’t really remember anything that happened after that. Drugs mess you up, man.”
Megan squished her face up. “That is so freaky.”
Patrick had come a long way since the accident. His leg was healing beautifully, and none of the girls had to reintroduce themselves to him anymore when they visited. He still struggled with his homework because his mind wandered easily. It was difficult to focus on what he was supposed to be doing. He also repeated stories to them, usually about his wild comatose dreams. This one, though, was a new one, at least, to her.
“Hey, I hate to press this,” Megan said, “but I need to know. Do you remember anything about who was there with you the night of the accident?”
He grew quiet. No one had really asked about it for a while. They did not want to overwhelm him when he was recovering so well. Soon he could be released from the hospital, and things could start going back to some sort of normal. He had been thinking about it a lot, whether or not anybody voiced concerns about it.
Of course, he remembered exactly who was on the balcony with him. It was a face he would never forget. The way she shoved him out of anger, how she yelled at him. She had lived in his building, and was mad that he had gotten fired for something so stupid. Patrick did not quite know why it had upset her so much, since he did not know her as well as some of the other residents, but she was more than pissed.
She had pushed him backwards, and he tried over his feet and flipped over the edge.
He whispered, “It was Carla.”
The name did not ring a bell in Megan’s head at first. Then she gasped. “Wait, Crazy Carla? As in, Carla who is a home-wrecker and is trying to break up Brad and Nina?”
He nodded solemnly and shushed her. He explained that he was not sure why she came to see him that night. “But don’t tell anyone!”
He did not want to explain. “Just don’t, please. At least, not yet.”
Megan was almost sick of keeping secrets from her friends, but she acquiesced his request. “Okay, but you have to tell people sooner or later. The police should know, Pat. It has been two months!”
“I know, I know. But she has ears everywhere. I mean, she probably already knows I told you.”
Carla did know a lot of people in this town. She was local, so she had grown up here in this community. There was not one rumor on campus she had not gotten wind of—Megan was surprised she had not been the one to expose Patrick and Emily’s relationship, or why any of their secrets this quarter had stayed secrets. And not only did she have hair like Gretchen Wieners, she was also the source of most rumors spread, like campus’ very own Gossip Girl. Even if whatever she said was untrue, if it came from her mouth, it was like gospel. Despite the large student body, she had them all wrapped around her little finger.
Within the hour, Megan found herself in another wing of the hospital, a nurse squirting a jelly substance on her slightly protruding belly. She went alone, like she always did. Having others around made it more real, and as soon as she gave birth, she planned on never seeing the child again. It was harsh, and she loved it regardless of its conception, but she was not ready for it. She had already started looking for families.
Megan watched the blobs on the screen, pretending like she knew what was there. The doctor had a strange look on her face. “I will be right back,” she said.
The girl’s heart pounded. Something was wrong…
Another doctor entered the room, a man this time. He checked the ultrasound again, then pressed a stethoscope to her stomach. The two of them spoke quietly to each other. The man left, and the woman turned to Megan with a solemn expression.
Megan felt sick all over again, and barely heard the words. Her voice was muffled. “…No heartbeat…I am very sorry…This happens…”
Tears rolled out of her eyes, but she made no motion to stop them. She was utterly numb, not paying attention to the doctor wiping the jelly from her abdomen and telling her what happens now.
She walked through the halls of the hospital in a daze, like a zombie. Everything was in slow motion.
The baby was gone.
Megan did not know quite how she made it home, but once she did, she sat on her bed. The tears still fell, one after the other. They ran all the way down her neck and soaked to the collar of her shirt. It was time to call her mother and tell her everything.
As she confessed, choking sobs escaped her throat. Mascara stained her cheeks, her hands, her pillows. Air could not come fast enough. Snot started bubbling from her nose and mixing with the tears.
“I am so sorry, Mom,” she repeated. Over and over…I am sorry, I am sorry.
She did not know how long the conversation lasted, but she told her mom every last detail. She promised to pay the hospital bills. Words were hard to come by through the sobs and the hiccups. Her mother managed to calm her down a bit by the time each hung up the phone.
Megan could not stand to be in the room anymore—it was suffocating her. She flung open the window and climbed outside onto the hillside that backed up to her apartment. It was not too steep, and there was a path to follow all the way to the top. So she did just that.
The baby was gone.
When she got to the top, she turned away from campus and towards the rolling hills behind it. The sun was setting, and she watched the blue turn a plethora of hues of red and pink and orange and yellow. A single tree sat atop the hill, so Megan perched herself on a low branch to see the sun fall behind the horizon, taking the tiny cows and horses in the distance with it.
For the first time in a long time, she prayed. She prayed for her lost baby, for her roommates, for her mom, for the sunset.
She heard footsteps coming up the hill from campus. Sighing, she wondered who could possibly be hiking right now. If she stayed quiet and did not say anything, maybe they would leave or move onto somewhere else. She hoped it was not a couple coming to make out—or stoners coming to pass a joint around.
“Jake.” Her voice was scratchy from crying.
“My roommate said he saw some girl venturing up here a while ago, but never come back down. The trail pretty much leads right from your room, so I kind of assumed,” he explained. “Do you want to tell me why your up here?”
“Okay.” Jake climbed up next to her.
His answer caught her off guard. Megan had expected him to press her for some sort of explanation, but he did quite the opposite. For this reason, she decided it was time to tell him everything.
By the end, she was crying again, but he did not mind. He listened quietly and offered supportive words in all the right places. He squeezed her hand the whole time. But as nice as it was to have that comfort, she was not sure it really helped all that much.
The baby was gone.
That is all…for now.