Bob3

   I am talking to this rather large lady on another part of the beach. Night still hasn�t fallen. the sky is the same as it was hours ago. Or so it seems like hours. We are sitting on a brown log, on a grassy hill that is overlooking the beach. I am looking at this woman. She has a charm about her, but she is pretty hideous. I feel like I am safe with her somewhat. She has flaming red, curly hair with purple scrunchie in it, which matches her knitted sweater and spandex pants. Her make-up is caking up and she has mascara on so thickly, you can hear her eyelashes click when she blinks. Her lipstick, such a ghastly, unnatural fuchsia, it hurts my eyes. But she is a warm person. She has a small, white dog that I am playing fetch with. The dog looks vaguely familiar. All of a sudden, the dog stops jumping and barking wildly. The purple lady gets up to go home, without saying goodbye and takes her lovely little dog with her. I am filled with sadness to see them go. I must go back too. I fall backwards and I blackout.

     I am back on that dinghy, old bus. I have yet again found Bob and he is sitting beside me. The bus stops with a jolt and we get up. As we get off, a man in a white lab coat and thick glasses comes up to me and hands me a card. I look at it curiously. It�s like a credit card, but it�s not. I asked the man what it was for and he said it was so that way no one could sue me. I was going to question him some more, because I didn�t understand why someone would sue me in the first place. But he was gone, just Bob and I.
     I see a fire escape, one of the tall, black old-fashioned ones. I run towards it and start swinging from it and running up and down its meshy steps, just like I did as a child at school. Bob is at the top, laughing. It sends shivers up my spine his guttural laugh. I freeze and look up at him and he is still laughing. He is clutching his belly, a slight resemblance to Santa Claus, which frightens me even more. Slowly Bob manifests into something else. You never saw the transformation itself. All you know is that thing that�s standing there now was once Bob, but not any more. No longer the friendly Bob I know. A darker, menacing, much more frightening thing. Bob is gone. He is no longer Bob. I have to run away.
     I end up in this zoo like place with three pools up ahead of me. They are deep and are full of nice aqua colored water. The first pool is the deepest and has manatees swimming around. I want to get in. I stick my foot out to touch the water with my toe, but something yanks me back. I whip my head around, hoping to find Bob there, saving me once again. But I turn to face nothing. Pure oblivion. I want to die. I am nothing without Bob. I am a failure, an idiot, ugly, stupid. I am everything that I hate. What others hate. I move on to the next pool, which is fairly shallow and is full of large turtles and crocodiles in it. I want to go see the crocodiles so again, I stick my foot out to touch the water. One of the crocodiles comes up and bites my entire leg off. I am too shocked to scream or feel the pain. I just see flashes of light and crab claws. I blackout.

     I am awoken by a scream. I feel sticky and hot. I breathe in and a rancid, acidic scent fills my nostrils. It makes me gag. I can�t get up. I do not want to leave the safety of my mattress and Bob. I have to have Bob. He is the only thing keeping me in this world. My only love, my only motivation. I hear a baby cry. I look up to see a woman. She was once beautiful. Her once ocean blue eyes, full of the hope and optimism of a young girl are now a dull gray, blood-shot and glazy. It�s hard to tell whether she is sleeping or not because her eyes are only half open. Her skin, once a glowing, creamy peach is now a sickly gray. Her cheeks, once full and rosy. Now sunken in. Her right arm is wrapped in bandages. She lifts her head up slightly at her child�s cry. She�s too weak and sick however to do anything about it, so she just lays her head back down to rest as the child continues to cry. I slowly and shakily climb out, seeking my refuge. I find it lying beside the her child. I reach for the small square of foil. I strike a match and light my candle. As happiness bubbles in a small, dirty spoon I start to get excited. Who knows what adventures lie ahead for Bob and I! I feel an instant warmth as it flows through my veins. I just lie back and wait for bliss to engulf me.

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