Drifters
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“Miss, are you okay what happened to you on the road?” he said as I woke on a bed presumably on the farmers house. I looked up to the ceiling and tried to sit when a woman about 50 years old put her hand on my shoulders moving her head from side to side not letting me sit.
“Missies you better rest, you still have a fever.” She said as I laid there on the bed thinking what had just happened.
I sick? Impossible, I said in my head as I knew that the hunger did not let me get sick. I had never felt a fever in me, never had I cough to a virus. I lay in that small bed as several days passed. Some nights I would screamed, I screamed my lungs out as the farmer and his wife would come to the room to see if I was okay, and I was but frustrated. Other nights I would just go deep to a blackness that I thought the hunger was again controlling me, and I was wrong. That blackness was my feelings never uttered to those that now are gone, Marino, Jeremy; even Max.
When my fever went down and I was glad that I was not turned to the monster I am. I felt something was wrong within me, but I let the worry pass and as I did the hunger grew bigger in me.
Every night I would remember Marino, which had chased me for more than 12 years; now dead after being turned by Max. I would remember Jeremy, my father, gone, and now I know what he wanted all this time, he wanted my forgiveness for what he had done to me.
“Father, I do forgive you.” I said one night to the ceiling, remembering what he had done for me and never actually saying goodbye.
“Marino you dumb idiot you should have told what you really wanted, I still love you,” remembering his last words as I ripped his head off.
“Max I am glad you are gone,” ‘Miss Sara I’s all part of the plan’ I could hear the words from his torn, glass filled throat.
During my stay and as soon as the fever was completely gone I help the farmer, thankful for his help and not calling the cops. I would wake in the morning a little dizzy, but would start gathering wood and clean the house. One morning I woke and was vomiting in the bathroom when the farmer’s wife, whose name was Catherine, came in and helped me holding my hair up and rubbing my back in circles. She said something, but I was not paying attention.
He and his wife were good people so when the hunger struck and I had to leave, I did only leaving a note that said thank you.
After my ordeal and out from the farmers house. I found something that really would utter another night creature speechless, but really made me happy now. I was not alone, never to be again. More than three months have passed since the monster inside me dealt with Max twisted dream of revenge.
Now again I drift. God knows where I will end. I remembered the forest where I walked to a clearing remembering the tree with its trunk carved with a heart and two letters ‘G’‘C’ and a plus sign. I remembered in my head putting my fingers to the hard bark of the tree tracing each curved carving and a feeling of nostalgia came to me as I left the farmer and his wife, then Catherine’s words came to me as I held my stomach looking down to it and I know that from now on everything was going to change.
My name is Sara Garber, I’m a drifter and soon to be a mother.
About the Author
Born and raised in Puerto Rico, father of three children. He lives in the northern part of the island alone with his dog Canella.
Correspondence for the author should be addressed to:
J.A. Santos
Levittown Lakes
Ramon Morla HN20
Toa Baja, PR, 00949