On the Road one Night...

      It started when I was riding back to my small town located in Montana with my friend, Greg. In his pick-up truck, we bumped along the old gravel road slowly and with an annoying rhythm. Night had encompassed us by now and sleep seemed to become more and more appeasing to me as irritating country songs rambled into my tired head on the radio.

        I turned off the radio and Greg complained loudly, "Dude, I was listening to that! Turn it back on now or I'll kick your ass." 

          "If I wanted to rot my mind, I would listen to rock music instead of retarded music talking 'bout them good ol’ boys getting drunk and falling off of hay bails. It makes me feel like my brain is slowly dribbling outta my head..." I shot back as I refused to turn it back on. 

            "Hey, I want my music back on," Greg said as he turned the volume up all the way. Not taking any more of these singers talking about some of the most boring topics, I turned the radio off completely. Thus began a heated battle between two titanic forces, and the air between us was filled with tension, cussing, and the occasional Twinkie. The battle reached its climax when my coke ended up all over his head, which wasn't taken lightly by Greg because he loved his hair more than life itself. I would have been beaten within an inch of my life with a bowl of pudding from the back of the truck, but my demise was cut short by something I saw on the side of the road...

         "Hey, what’s that?" I said to Greg as I uncurled from my defensive cannonball position and looked out the window. Greg was too busy trying to save his hair and try to beat me at the same time to notice the odd black spot that looked somewhat like a lumpy sack laying in the right-hand side ditch.

         "Dude, there’s nothin' there. Stop trying to distract my driving," Greg said as he combed his hair feverously. We had stopped the car when the beginning of the onslaught of random objects started, but Greg seemed to not notice since his hair was beginning to harden into a sugary tangle.

         "Well, I’m gonna go see for myself," I said as I opened the door and slid out of the giant pick-up. I was glad I could escape the confines of the truck before he could figure out that Coke was a hair-annihilator. I set my attention to the object after I was sufficiently away from the truck to avoid being hit with some projectile snack foods. I was not sure what the thing was, but as I approached it I saw that it looked more and more human than a sack of garbage.

          "Oh my god," I whispered to myself as I broke into a run towards the object. Greg seemed to have gotten half way out of his truck, but he was impeded when he saw his hair in the side mirror, still sticking up at random angles, which he immediately started to attempt to repair with all the life-saving hair products he stored in the first aid kit.

        "Are you alright?! Can you speak?" I said with urgency as I finally got to the body. Yea, it was a body all right, but it didn’t move at all, and as I got closer, it saw it’s form sprawled out like they had been crawling along the ground for awhile. 

         "Ah shit, I don’t wanna do CPR on a dude..." I mumbled as I rolled the body over. But luckily for me, it wasn’t a drunken hobo guy, but it was the complete opposite. It was a girl with long hair; it was too dark outside to tell how old she was or what color hair she had though. Her skin seemed to be very light in color when I turned her over, so it shone in the small amount of moonlight outside.

         ‘This may be my lucky day after all!’ I thought as I pondered the thought of saving a young girl and her thanking me by making out with me all night long... I snapped out of my daydream in order to fulfill it, without having to resort to having this daydream with a corpse, which was not an appealing thought to me.

        Remembering my CPR training in Health class a while ago, I brought my ear down to her mouth to hear if she was breathing of not. She wasn't. I tipped her head upwards so that her air pathway would be open, which I noticed that she has a very beautiful, slender neck, which glistened in the moonlight. 

      "Hey, you Ok over there, Steven? Did you fall in a ditch again?" Greg yelled to me as he finished his coke-removal expedition, even though his hair was not slicked down anymore. I shook my head, trying to clear away the thoughts I was getting. I couldn't reply, as I was busy trying to revive this poor girl. 

      "Here’s the moment of truth," I whispered to myself as my face was right next to hers. I took a deep breath and opened her mouth. I closed her small nose so that the air would go into her lungs instead of out her nose. I inhaled and put my mouth to hers.

       Her mouth was so soft and warm, so I guessed that was a good sign that she wasn't a corpse just yet. I breathed into her with a gentle . Her chest expanded a little and then fell back down to the soft earth as I let the breath out. Her checks seemed to get a lot warmer, but I was busy trying to help her to notice at the moment. I exhaled once again into her petite body. That something freaky happened.