Monday April 18, 2016
Overheard on Yew
Macy is sitting in the bathtub covered in blood. All I can say is, “What the fuck? What the fuck?” She’s not crying or smiling or moving, but her eyes are open and she’s looking at me, eyes wide.
“What’re you doing here?” I sit on the closed lid of the toilet.
“I hurt myself, Jay.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“I hurt myself.”
“What’re you doing here, even? How did you get in to my apartment?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. What, yes, okay…”
“I rode my bike here, in the rain, and I got hit by a big truck. I passed out, under it. Louise, she was driving the fucking truck. I couldn’t call the police. She was high. She ran, she left the scene, she… Someone called a fucking ambulance and I was…”