Chapter 4: Memory Road .2

 The road that leads up the mountain and down the other side was quite narrow. Maybe since it was smaller it was easier to maintain because the asphalt was a smooth, dark black, surface. It didn’t have yellow lines running down the middle either, probably also due to its smaller size. It was a long, steep, and curvy road. Perfect for bombing. While you were flying down the hill on a skateboard there weren’t many trees right next to the road, so you could see a fair distance ahead of you. Which helped in preventing a head-on collision with a car…somewhat. It was a beautiful sunny day out, but that worked against me.

Holy shit, I don’t remember this being that hard to walk up.

“Jesus dude, you alright?”

“Huh, yeah bitch I’m fine.” Heavy panting. “it’s just hard looking at your ugly ass for this long.” My muscles have definitely atrophied but thankfully I’m not too stiff.

“Well maybe if you walked faster you wouldn’t be behind me. Besides with as much as you’re sweating you should be getting lighter by the second.”

First, my Ma, albeit I should have expected that but him too. Do I not get ANY sympathy points for being in a coma?

“So where exactly are we going anyway?”

“Well, I’m not really sure I just know I was here. I had gotten into an argument with someone and I came here to cool off.”

Who was I arguing with? That’s right, Abigail. Why hadn’t I thought of her yet? Damn, it’s been five months since she’s seen me. She might have— “How is Abigail?”

“I’m not sure you want to talk about that.”

I see. “It’s been five months. If she moved on that’s fine, for all she knew I could have never woken up.”

Tobie glanced back at me with a sympathetic face. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Pff, yeah” Of course, I’m fine. I mean I expected this. I’m fine. Totally fine. I’d be a lot better if my chest wasn’t so tight. Must be a side effect of laying down for five months--look a sign. “Here!”

Tobie looks at where I’m pointing. A 'curvy road' warning sign with the right side bent back. “Damn, I wonder what hit that sign?”

“I think I did.”

“Damn, you shouldn't be allowed to skate anymore.”

I walk over to get a better look at the sign. “Ha-ha, did you forget I’m better than you?”

“That’s debatable, but the fact that you hit a sign five feet away from the road means either you have some terrible depth perception or you were trying to hit it. I’m going with the former although I can’t rule the latter out completely when it comes to you.”

“Let’s go see if my board is down there. If it is, that means I fell off the side of a mountain and lived.”

“This is more like a hill.”

Mother fucker, can I not have anything. “As you say, that’s debatable. Either way still cool.” Heading to the drop-off, a couple of feet past the sign we head down the “MOUNTAIN”. It was steep with a good number of trees further down. I must have pinballed off the trees to fuck me up as bad as I was. Or it could have just been the impact with the sign…… It was probably the sign. We searched the area as we descended the “MOUNTAIN”. Well, it was mostly me searching. Does he not believe I fell down here or is he just hoping I won’t find it just to prove me wrong. “SHIT!”

“What? Are you ok? Does your head hurt?”

God damn Tobie calm down. No need for you to run over to me. He must still be worried about me. “No, I’m fine. It must have snapped when I fell. At least I know for sure now that I fell off the side of a mountain.”

I held the now broken skateboard up to show him.

“Nah, it could have just rolled down here.”

You bastard, “True, but I’m still going to say I fell off the side of a mountain.”

“Hill.”

“Fuck you!”

 

After getting back up the side of the “mountain” we brush off the dirt on us and I drop my board to the ground. “Try to keep up bitch.” I push off hard trying to get a head start. As I speed up down the road Tobie passes me and takes the lead. Dammit, if I could hit top speed he wouldn’t have been able to catch up, but I don’t know if that’s the best idea with my legs feeling so weak. I ollied over a small branch in the road and almost ate shit. Even with me going a little slower I was still flying around the corners. Shit, I can’t even see him anymore.

I rounded the last corner to see him standing at the bottom of the road facing the same way as me, sitting on his board. I see how it is, showing off, are we. Alright then. I didn’t speed up but I didn’t slow down either. Not until I got close enough to power-slide into him. I turned my board sideways, my wheels screaming out as if in protest of the abuse. When I contacted the back of him we both went flying. I wasn’t worried, we have fallen so many times it’s almost like an instinctual movement now. Next thing I knew I was laying on the ground laughing.

“Ha-ha, I have to be honest I didn’t expect that from you. I guess I should have considering how badly I beat you even with your head start.”

“Head start, I don’t know what you’re talking about. The only reason you beat me is that I’ve been in bed for a few months.” I would have destroyed him even without the head start if I were back to normal.

“It’s not my fault you got lazy.”

“Lazy? How can I be lazy when I’m going back to school?”

“You’re going back to school? We only have three weeks left.”

“Yep, I made the mistake of telling my Ma I felt fine.”

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“Just tell her you don’t feel so good and just wait it out.”

“If I do then she’ll take me back to the hospital and probably wouldn’t let me do much all summer. One, so she can keep an eye on me, and two, just in case I’m lying.”

“She would do that? God, she is scary.”

“Terrify... wait how long have we been out here.”

“45 or 50 minutes.”

“Shit, I have to get back to the house. I only had an hour.”

“Fuck, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you would have had me leave 20mins early just to make sure I got back on time.”

“Exactly! So this wouldn’t have happened.”

I heard his voice fade as I rode away on my board. My ride back gave me some more time to think. I did just kind of bounce on my mom. I think my being in a coma took a toll on her. She has been hiding it well but it’s hard to hide all of it. I wish I could talk to her about it but she won’t show any more weakness than she has to because she is worried about me. Damn women. Wait I was arguing with Abigail. What were we arguing about? I know I was angry and I was hitting the turns on Snakes Head way too fast. That’s obviously how I managed to hit that sign I assume. I remember rolling down the mountain and hitting what felt like every fucking tree and the—

“(Loud car horn)”

Shit, I wasn’t paying attention.

I tense up to brace for the impact of the car about to hit me.

Wha—what is happening!?

Tensing up for the impact of the collision I notice the car isn’t moving. In fact, nothing in my view is moving. The tingling in my head was almost painful, the world was lagging again. No, It’s as if the whole world was frozen by God just to fuck with me.

Why… can’t…. I…. MOVE. It feels like I’m locked in a pool of concrete.

The car slowly inches forward.

It’s starting to move. I still can’t, no wait I think I’m moving. If I just push harder. Maybe.

"(Screams inside head)"

Yes, I can see my arms. It’s so slow, and it's taking everything I have, but I’m moving. I need to find a way out of this situation that doesn’t involve a lifelong disability. Damn it……. No matter how I look at this something is probably going to break because my bones have atrophied. Fuck it. I’m using this bitch like a quarter pipe. I'll roll and ramp my body off the windshield. God, I hope it doesn’t break.

My hands finally reach the hood.

I’ll put my right shoulder to my left hand and twist my body so my legs don’t slam against the grill of the car. This should turn the force of the impact on my body into rotation.

The car is now an arm’s length away. As I’m twisting my body I go to put my right forearm on the hood. My right elbow contacts the hood and the tingle vanishes.

OH SHIT

Time speeds back up as I had just started to roll and whips me onto the hood and off the windshield in an instant. I go spinning into the air.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.”

I start to regain my senses as my spinning slows. My body rotates around to where I can see the ground. Times stops. Fuck, the grounds really close. I don’t know if this is good or bad that it stopped now. This feeling in my stomach is gonna make me sick. Putting my feet out to land I realize, Wait, if I’m not actually moving slow but time is just slowed down then the impact on my legs will probably break them. Fuck it. parkour roll it is. I mean I’ve never done it before but it can’t be that hard. Come on, just like in the videos.

As I slowly fall back to the road and feel my feet touch the asphalt. Bending my legs I put my head into my left shoulder. My hands hit the asphalt and I start tucking my head under my hips. Time speeds up.

Oh no!

Slamming into the road with my right side I bounce and roll across the road, then come sliding to a stop. Gasping for air I lay in place for a minute. Ok, that was a little more force than I thought it would be. Sitting up I try to assess the damage.

Oowowow. FUCK that hurts. I don’t think anything’s broken though. My plan did work. I guess that’s what people mean when they say time slows down during a car crash. But then why did it go in and out? Standing up trying to regain my sense of balance, I see the car driving away with my skateboard kicking out from under its’ tire, now in pieces.

An old man on his porch yells out to me “Hey, don’t you worry I’m calling the cops right now.”

“Oh, no-no. Thanks but the car is already gone. They wouldn’t be able to do anything.”

“Well at least wait for the ambulance son.”

OH HELL NO, my Ma will kill me and I would end back up in the hospital for sure. Turning I pick up my boards and start running. I make it around the corner and slowly come to a stop.

Fuck (heavy breathing), I am out of shape. Shouldn’t be too far from here to the house I’ll just walk. I’m way too fucking tired to try and jog the rest of the way. That shit took a lot out of me trying to move when everything was slow. And who was that bitch who hit me, all I saw was long brown hair and her head hitting the steering wheel. I guess it could have been a guy. Oh wait, I saw the license plate. It was………shit. I can only remember 769k.

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