Near Death Experiences: Lee and Khaki Jones

Olivia was sitting in the passenger seat of her car. Fletch in the drivers side. Fletch was driving down the road. The car was silent. Fletch opened her mouth to speak before closing it.

“I hate you.” Olivia said, a dark look on her face.

“I’m sorry. It was an accident.” Fletch said

“Remind me again what we’re doing here.”

“Leaving so we can go cave exploring.”

“You should’ve let me deck him.”

“…”

“You decked him, twice.”

“He tasered me when I was clearly defending myself. That deserves at least three punches to the face.”

“Remind me to never make you angry.”

“I always do. Why are we looking for this bear again?”

“We’re not looking for a bear.”

“Oh, right. Never mind.”

“You got tasered, I think some confusion is acceptable.”

Fletch continued driving down the small road, the highway visible in the distance.

“STOP! PERSON!” Olivia shouted, a tall dark haired woman waltzing into the road without a care in the world. She was attired like some kind of Indiana Jones impersonator. Her dark curly hair tied up behind her, a safari looking hat on her head. Olivia thought it should be illegal to look that good in all khaki cargo wear.

Fletch stomped on the brakes, skidding to a stop. The woman was already on the other side of the road, leaping over the fence, her massive backpack (which neither had noticed) not weighing her down.

Our intrepid duo watched as the caramel skinned woman sprinted across the field, massive backpack bouncing behind her. They glanced at each other. Fletch floored it. Neither had any desire to go back to the town which considered a bear getting out to be a normal occurrence, or a woman crossing the road in front of car without a second thought

Three days later we later find our intrepid duo, bedraggled, exhausted, and smelling slightly of singed hair stumbling out of the car and (somehow) into their motel room. Olivia face plants onto the bed and knows no more

Olivia woke up to a knock at the door. She groaned, drool on the pillow and on her face. The knocking continued until she turned over onto her back and groaned, “I’m coming, gimme a second.”

Blinking slowly, squinting, and rubbing her eyes, she stared up at the ceiling. She furrowed her brow. It looked strange. Shrugging it off, the member of our intrepid duo stood up, still rubbing her eyes and walked to the door, flinging it open.

It was a nurse. Olivia was very confused. She glanced down the hallway. She appeared to be in a hospital. The nurse was eyeing Olivia with some trepidation. She appeared to be young, but Olivia chose not to underestimate her. Nurses were not to be messed with.

“I’m in a hospital.” Olivia said in surprise. She looked at the nurse.

“You actually waited for me to answer the door. Huh. That was terribly polite of you.” Olivia said, still surprised. The last three days of driving were all likely a vivid dream.

“May I come in?” The nurse asked, still wary of the person who decided to fight a bear. Olivia stood to the side to allow the nurse in.

“I’m Lee, I’ll be your nurse for today. I just need to check over your vitals and your injuries.”

“Injuries?” Olivia queried. The nurse nodded, slipping a pressure cuff up her arm and a pulse oxygen monitor on her finger.

“Yes, you’ve got bruising on your face front a punch, the entry injuries from the tasering, bruising side from the subsequent fall and bruising on your knuckles when you woke up an promptly decked the Sheriff. And yet no injuries from attacking a bear.” She frowned, “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t fracture anything, he’s lucky nothing cracked. What’d you deck him for?”

“He tazed me while I was defending myself from some dude. As for Tommy, I got lucky.” The nurses eyebrow’s disappeared into her hairline.

“Well I hope your summer is far less… eventful.”

“I try.”

“Then tell me why I get the feeling you are very unsuccessful in that regard.” Olivia shrugged at this.

“Honestly I’d have more injuries if it wasn’t for my friend Fletch. She the leveled headed normal one.”

Fletch chose that moment to burst through the door, unusually exuberant.

“OLIVIA!” They jumped, “I brought your favorites! Donuts, eggs Benedict, two glasses of orange juice, sausage, water, and I even managed to sneak in some vodka! All I had to do was put it in this water bottle!” Fletch said, a wide grin on her face. She looked so proud of herself. Her face fell the moment she realized a nurse was in the room.

“I didn’t actually bring vodka because that would be wrong of me.” Fletch said, nervous. The nurse sighed and continued with her poking and prodding.

“The normal one huh?” Lee said with a raised eyebrow. Fletch looked a bit like a bewildered puppy dog.

Olivia began to giggle, then chuckle, then she let loose a but gusting laugh. She was suddenly hit on the head. She stopped abruptly, Lee had bopped her on the head with a newspaper.

“You’re just going to aggravate your injuries. I going to have them send discharge papers, I don’t want to see you in here again. As for you!” Lee turned and pointed at Fletch, who still looked like a deer in the headlights, “You bring enough vodka for the rest of us next time. Or just take me out to a bar so I can forget all the weird shit this town brings in.” She said, grabbing the water bottle and marching out the door.

“Lord knows we don’t need another Lo’ Rivers. That girl gets injured enough with out her crazy ass doing shit like befriending Tommy and Leroy.”

Fletch and Olivia watched as she made her way down the hall muttering about the crazy people in the town.

“I’m in love.” Fletch said. Olivia snorted.

“Why? Because you both complain about all the weird ass shit that happens?” Fletch gave Olivia a bleary glare.

“Do you want this food or not?”

“Gimme!” Olivia exclaimed, reaching out like a child. She sighed contentedly as she consumed her food.

One set of discharge papers, a change of clothes, and a wheelchair later, Olivia found herself seated comfortably in the passengers seat of her car. Vodka in hand they were about to drive away when Tommy showed up, an Indiana Jones look alike chasing behind him.

“Tommy you asshole give it back you little fucker.” She shouted. Olivia stared.

“Who the fuck is that?!”

“That’s Lauren ‘Lo” Rivers. You were awake when she showed up, Tommy following behind her like some kind of dog. You called her ‘illegally attractive Khaki Jones’. Then you decked the Sheriff.”

Olivia thought for a moment.

“I remember nothing. Lets go help her.” Olivia opened the door and hopped out.

“Get the fuck back in the car!” Fletch shouted, scrambling over to Olivia who was now watching Tommy run in circles around Khaki Jones

“Need some help?” Olivia shouted. The woman looked over at them. Her smile seemed to daze Olivia. ‘Christ’ thought Fletch, she’s a fucking goner.

“Nah! I’m good, thanks though! Tommy! Get back here you- omph!” She replied before being bowled over with a nudge from Tommy’s giant head.

Olivia and Fletch ran over. Tommy simply ignored them. Doctors and nurses passing by ignored the bear woman duo, further surprising out intrepid duo. Tommy further shocked them by licking the face of Khaki Jones.

“YOU FUCKER! I just got my fucking mane under control!” She groaned, “Give me my fucking bag back and I won’t shave you while you’re hibernating. Tommy actually seemed mortified at the thought.

“Am I still unconscious Fletch?” Olivia muttered. Fletch shook her head, the two of them in shock.

“Man, Lee was right, this town is crazy as fuck.” Fletch muttered. She dragged her friend to the car and forcibly shoved her into the seat. Olivia kept staring at Khaki Jones, a glazed look on her face.

Fletch took that opportunity to floor it until they were at the city limits. Olivia snapped out of her daze the second Fletch floored it and spent the entire ride to the town limits begging Fletch to take them back to Khaki Jones. Fletch spent that ride reminding her that Khaki Jones had a real name, which was Lauren Rivers AKA Lo’ Rivers.

This of course turned into Olivia coming up with all sorts of “glorious nicknames” for Khaki Jones, and Lee the Nurse of Awesomeness. Fletch really wished she’d just let them drug Olivia.

Six hours later they found themselves at a bar. A bar which Fletch almost burned down.

 

Voice

It was your voice that made my chest clench.

My heart thumped in it’s cavity.

The intensity of your gaze, a laugh and smile.

I could hear it all.

Your voice low and raspy, you’d wanted another as a kid.

I’m glad you couldn’t;

It soothes at night and makes me laugh during the day.

So telling, so honest, with the innocence of a child,

the harsh reality of an adult.

I can hear it all.

A brush coloring your words, inking in your face,

all while you describing your day.

A smile, exhilaration and laughter,

little gifts you give.

Your words like honey and spices.

Adding texture and depth to your speech

A warm and fuzzy feeling with every word,

each syllable to cross your lips.

With each word I see your eyes light up,

your brow might arch, your cheeks alight with blush.

I don’t know how, I don’t care why,

but it shows me all I ever want.

Your beauty and fire. The passion and blush.

With mumbled phrases the blush appears,

the rapid fire words it’s passion and excitement I see.

The grogginess of slumber your lids half closed, nose scrunched.

A shout or exclamation your brows furrow,

tongue curling at the corner of your lips.

A freshness to my day, smile in my heart.

It’s soothed when I hear it.

Head on your chest, to feel it vibrating as you speak,

happiness and warmth radiating through me.

Your skin cool to my heat,

your voice a soothing calm or a burning passion;

they speak to me, they show me.

I can see you.

You’re beautiful.

 

Conflict

Escape,

Run.

Find.

Search.

Say you’ll remember?

I’ve never felt such a longing.

Such a void in your absence.

Such a cacophony of conflicting connections.

To fall for you, as you refuse to fall with me;

it shatters so easily.

I handed you a cocoon,

and you gave me a butterfly.

Each turn you surprise,

every assumption made proved wrong in an instant.

Berries and bitter chocolate in every word.

Death and beauty in your laughter.

Laughter and destruction in your smile.

 

It tears at me,

It tears up with me.

Why must you do so?

Wanderlost

Sore, aching, itchy feet.

You meander, you march, you trudge.

Walking with a purpose or without, they still hurt.

Ocean to Ocean, crunching over leaves and ice.

You travel.

 

Over soft grass, through sinking sand

We travel.

 

Spread thin, chasing herds, running from enemies,

We travel.

 

Over hill, over dale,

Through bush and briar,

Through the woods and over the river,

We travel.

 

We explore, never content to rest.

Feet aching, hearts racing,

Bow singing praises to the prey.

 

Our feet ache and our legs burn.

But our hearts still yearn the road.

The untouched wild.

 

So we wander and explore.

Our feet light as air on sand and forest.

We wander, not lost, but never too certain.

 

It is our way.

Our desire.

Our path.

Diamonds

A puff of cool air swirls from the breath in your lungs.

It moves high above you, swirling and dancing, dissipating in the chilly evening air.

Your eyes are brought to the shining flecks high above you,

bright with mirth and heat.

You shiver and snuggle deep into your coat.

Eyes glinting, shimmering.

Watching, waiting.

For the glimmer,

the gleaming shimmer.

Of unbreakable diamonds;

lining the sky, guiding your path.

Fly

Through the air, through the night,

you long for a flight.

Your feathers are stretching,

itching for a fight.

 

Fight against blades, that cut so thin;

it’s almost like you’ll never breathe again.

 

Your foe is invisible, you struggle while you can,

for a taste of the freedom you feel is at hand.

 

As you flap and you fight,

climbing through the night,

clawing through the air

like a hawk in flight.

 

You soar ‘gainst the wind,

you push at the rain.

The storm is getting faster,

your wings are in pain.

But the clouds now have vanished,

your fight not in vain!

 

The sun is shining,

the warmth soothes the ache.

The wind is now a friend,

blowing air in your wake.

 

So you fly little birds,

you fly across the sand!

Fly with with the big birds,

perch on those who can’t.

 

Tell me of your travels,

guide me to your homes.

Show me everything,

every story I don’t know.

 

Then fly away farther,

push against the wind.

Tell me of your travels,

tell me of your friends!

 

This is the task,

I’ve set aside for you.

A lofty goal,

but you’ll come through.

 

Fly to the east,

Fly to the west.

Find a nice bird,

Maybe have a nest.

 

But heed my warning,

and know this.

You must tell them how to fly,

the refreshing bliss.

 

To fly is our freedom,

and battle in one.

A glorious war,

fought every generation.

 

So fly little bird,

hurry now quick

I long for more stories,

 

to calm the other chicks.

 

The Journey

Such a long time,

Such a deep fog.

 

Every sigh, every breath;

Everything.

 

It took so long.
So long for your head to clear.

For you to leave, for you to seek clean air.

The walls pressing in, muting every step;

You were muffled, quiet, and unkempt.

 

So we opened the curtains, and unlocked the door.

I could see it in your eyes, begging for more.

 

For light colors, for fresh air.

For a made bed, and clean hair.

 

Your eyes still dull,

but a light grew within.

Every breath every step, your walls began to thin.

 

My heart, once broken,

at the sight of your cracks.

Began to mend,

to heal, while your walls slowly cracked.

 

You were excited now, happy it seemed.

I should have known, all was not as it seemed.

 

The terror that engulfed you,

the rage that you felt.

At a world you saw give you hell.

 

Your walls that had cracked,

they were but one set.

Of a great many things,

Walls of regret.

 

Walls built of pain and anguish.

Of fear and lies

Walls built of masks

Out of fears and cries.

 

 

I remember your younger days,

a look flitting across your face.

‘No worries,’ you said. All lies.

 

You were only trapped in your head.

 

Only I say, no it was not only.

To be trapped in your own head is a nightmare. If only.

Ha! Those two words make it seem so easy, so simple.

 

You were always a dreamer, a vivid creator.

Of skies streaked with purple,

of people with painted hues.

Of worlds older than rust,

of stars burning new.

 

Yet, with everything you created,

with every picture made,

every story you wrote,

you could not escape.

 

You could not escape what you saw.

You could not escape what you felt.

And Terror filled you like a cold glass in summer.

Tearing you apart like ants at a picnic.

Each bite stinging

and piece by piece you fell away.

 

Every word you spoke laced with agony,

begging for help, as you smiled with apathy.

You knew something was wrong but you couldn’t say why.

Without the what, there was no why.

 

And how could you be normal,

if it was all in your head.

Who could ever love someone trapped, chained to a bed?

A bed of lies you dragged around all day.

With every doubt, every fear whispered,

where could you turn if you thought no one would listen?

 

Obviously there was something wrong,

if you couldn’t even feel.

Your heart was so strained,

Your soul in such pain.

Dear God sweet girl, how did you not go insane?

 

For years you trapped the anguish inside,

the love, the lust, the anger, the pride.

The righteous indignation,

the scorn, the cries.

And the unquenched ocean,

the sea of sadness encroaching your life.

It scratched at you,

you once called it a knife.

 

A dull blade, blunted on your emotions,

sharpened with your soul.

You created a world,

a place you could be whole.

 

Every time you woke,

so would this world.

A place of safety,

a place warmth and hope.

 

But as the pressure, however nonexistent, piled on,

you found it slipping, you began to run.

In your mind and body, you ran for dear life,

your grasp on your self-worth carved with a knife.

You could no longer feel the warmth of my love,

the hot kiss of anger and fear grew strong.

 

Panicking you finally called me,

with a convoluted story and tears on your cheeks.

 

Terror seized me as I fear the worst.

Holes in your memory, death at your door.

We got through it and we sent you off once more.

I waited impatiently, fear creeping to me once more.

 

The next call I got, with such bad news,

something I’d never considered or viewed.

You hadn’t felt in many long years,

I could hear your anger through your tears.

 

The fury you knew in your early days,

you had only pushed it down, in fear of your rage.

Afraid to lash out, you turn the other cheek,

but you simply locked it up and swallowed the key.

 

But anger is sadness, so it was locked to.

Fear followed sadness, though it didn’t go quietly,

Love and happiness seemed to go angrily.

If you lock up one, the rest will follow,

it threw you off balance, you said you were so hollow.

 

You felt empty and wrong, and feared for you life.

How could you stand walking that knife?

So we brought you home and let you vent.

 

Every story digging deeper into my soul.

I felt I had failed you,

I had done something wrong.

 

We had seen you withdraw,

so we did our best, not to push,

not to tug, we only meant the best.

 

You said you understood,

that you wouldn’t have responded,

but we only wish we had stopped it.

 

Stopped your pain and your fear.

Smothered you will love.

 

So you spoke with a woman,

to help you sort out,

everything you though you were,

and what you were now.

 

We talked and cried,

laughed and you lied.

It is hard and difficult,

but worth it all.

You are my moon and stars,

And I will give you it all.

 

As I picked up your pieces,

as I watched you through your eyes.

I realized I left you alone.

For my good intentions, I must atone.

 

So we opened the windows,

we pushed just enough.

Through tears, through fights,

we told you get up.

 

You deserve better,

for you and you alone.

You must do the best for you

and yourself alone.

 

Be selfish, and know that I love you.

I love you with each cell in my body.

I would live, die, and kill for you,

you’re not just anyone.

 

I gave you life with my body.

 

I gave you my time and my energy back then,

I continue to do so, it will never end.

 

For you are worth more than you think,

more than you know.

You are loved with every step you take,

with every hair you grow.

 

It is beautiful hair, you have been told before.

I will say it again, until my throat grows sore.

I will move the earth to love you.

I will still the stars to hold you.

 

You are mine, my sweet girl.

Nothing will change my love.

It will never cease its growth.

 

My heart feels rested with each new smile on your face.

Every genuine word crossing your lips.

We have far to travel,

places we have yet to go.

But you aren’t afraid to ask,

or unafraid to say no.

 

You feel safe in conversations,

you shy away less.

Dear God it makes me happy,

to see you untroubled, without stress.

 

I know it’s still there,

the worry and fear.

But you seem to know

I am here.

 

I am here for you my love,

my eldest child.

 

I am here for your mistakes and successes.

Your ups and downs.

Your rises and falls.

I am your mother.

I will be here for it all.

 

Until my last breath I will hold you tight

When gone I’ll watch as you sleep every night.

My words unheard, I will always say,

I love you sweet girl, even past my dying day.