Just Say Sorry

[nefieslab]

A short story. enjoy. i hope...

Billy sat on his camping chair, the wind ruffling his hair. The camping chair was placed upon the top of the Henderson building, a grey monstrosity that scarred the skyline of PAris, and gace the 'camper' the view of a city of art and culture. The city was a beehive of activity, cars beeping horns and speeding along while lights illuminated the streets and highlightered the buildings that had once made the city famous.

The city had looked pretty much the same in the last six years. And then Richard Henderson had trotted on into the capital and change had followed on the winds behind him. He was a multi-millionaire who had made his fortune in software. He donated to charities regularly and became interested in the city of Paris. Very interested.

Henderson had run for Mayor of Paris, as Billy well knew, and was voted into the office at the age of 56, with more money than sense and a neckbrace. Why a neckbrace? Billy knew all too well why.

Billy shuddered and rubbed himself in a futile attempt to reverse the chilling effect of the wind. His teeth chattered as he addressed Carl, the back pack,

"IT was a normal day Carl... that's what gets me." he sniffed and Carl asked him to continue,

"Okay... for you Carl. Well... it started when I went to work on the 4th of April last year. Did I ever tell you what I used to do for a living Carl?"

Carl said that he had indeed told him. Billy sniffed again and words tumbled out of his mouth, ungainly and disjointed at first but soon with fully fledged sentances, as his eyes clouded and his cracked and broken mind brought him back to the morning of April the forth. The day it was broken.

I would post the rest but I'm being punched in the arm by my sister to get off the computer so I'll post later. Seeya guys!

 

[LPNailz]

Interesting. Only, I'm confused...he's talking to his backpack, which has a name..? Anyway, looking forward to more.

 

[nefieslab]

his backpack is normal but he's lost his mind so he think's its a person. Who only talks into his mind.

 

[nefieslab]

UPDATE! MORE COMING SOON!

The sound of the morning radio DJ's American accent broke the illusion of going back to sleep. For Billy at least.

Billy threw off the covers and sat up in his bed. He yawned and tapped the top button on his alarm clock. Loud rock music replaced the radio DJ. Billy smiled. Magic Bus by The Who. It was oddly fitting.

Billy got out of bed and sang along to the tune as he began his morning activities. He had a shower, brushed and flossed his teeth, ate some cereal and got dressed into his uniform. The uniform consisted of blue trouser and a stiff, blue shirt. The radio handset attached to his belt and a name tag on the shirt that announced to the world that his name was 'Billie Masters'. The office said a new name tag, with the correct spelling, had been order but Billy had been waiting three months now. And strangely, he didn't care.

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Billy looked up at the double doors in front of him with the same boyish smile that always graced his features when he stared at his place of work. Billy pulled the handle and the bus's doors opened.

Billy swung open the half door and sat down in the seat behind the big steering wheel. He closed the door with a sharp Click, and adjusted his wing mirrors. He did his seat belt up and turned to the keys, bringing the mechanical giant to life. He drove forwards silently and opened his window at the bus station's door. The man in the guard house laughed,

"The weight of the world still not crushed that happiness you feel behind the wheel Billy?" he shouted above the engine noise,

"Not in a million years Jack you old *******! Now let me out of the bus station, people need to get around ya know!" he yelled back, not sure if Jack had heard him. Jack's laughter and the movement of the door told him that it had. Billy chuckled and drove about his business.

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Billy stopped the bus at the second to last bus stop. He pulled the lever by his right leg and the doors slid open smoothly. Passengers disembarked without a word and people embarked in much the same way, bar one.

A large man, wearing an immaculate cuit and shinning leather shoes, tapped the top of Billy's half door. Billy looked up, slightly irritated, before he recognised the fatherly face of Richard Henderson, millionaire and a politician in the making. Mr Henderson laughed,

"Hello there Mr..." he spied the name tag, "Billie Masters. Can me and my press team get on your bus here? And could you possibly take a left at the next junction? I'm really late for a press conference."

Billy was quick to nod but slow to talk,

"S-sure Mr Henderson!" he managed to say eventualy. Mr Henderson smiled kindly,

"Why thank you Billie." he said before taking a seat behind Billy. The press team followed and filled just less than half of the bus.

Billy started to drive towards the junstion at a steady speed. But it was apparently too slow for Mr Henderson,

"Could you step on it please Billie? I fear we may miss the green light." he said with another of his kindly smiles. Billy nodded and didn't notice the traffic lights change from green to red,

"Sure thing Mister-" Billy began but he was cut off, mid-sentence, as another bus slammed into the side of Billy's bus. The windows shattered inwards and the glass came down in deadly cascades. The bus that Billy had been driving flipped over the to the right twice, before finally coming to rest with all four wheels on the ground.

Billy crawled out through the gap in where the doors had once been, his vision blurred. He felt his own blood, warm and metalic, dripping from somewhere on the top of his head. He heard hoarse shouting over the background noise of sirens and the harsh, ringing sound. He turned and saw that it was Mr Henderson shouting at him while being proped upright by two of his press team,

"-he jumped the light! You all saw it! I told him to slow down.." those last words caught Billy off guard, "...but he didn't listen! I want him fired immediately!"

Billy had then just laid there, a plan forming in his crippled mind even as he was picked up and carted away in an ambulance. His memories of the next few days were clouded but the plan was always clear.

 

[LPNailz]

The plot thickens... only thing I can spot is the repetitive use of Billy's name. However, if that was purposeful, to sort of create a mood, I get that.

 

[nefieslab]

That's the idea Nailz!

 

[LPNailz]

thought so. made me think of American Pyscho or something.