7:45 a.m. Monday....
I jolt out of bed, startled by the loud gutteral squeal of Bus 568. God I hated that sound. Who needs an alarm right?
The school bus stood there across the street on the corner where the Stop sign was. The bus was elongated like a centipede, comprising of the most vile toxic students of Baum Highschool. Did Hubby seriously have to look for month to month rentals by the damn highschool?
They step on the bus one by one after finishing then flicking their cigarette butts onto the ground and stomping the lit up butt with their heels. Oh my God, you are soo cool, I thought sarcastically rolling my eyes. But they hop on Bus 568, one by one. For breakfast they consumed nicotine and malicious and life sabotage intended gossip. And I hear it...
I hear every word..
Every single word...
"So did you see what Kyle posted last night?!"
"I know! The likes keep increasing"!
"Mel, you have some nerve, shaming Raquel all over social media for going out with Ritchie after YOU are the one who cheated on him! You are a waste of human space!
"You better text your parents goodbye, because after school, you won't be going back home"...
Oh their endless and soulless chatter never ceases to end.. I hate highschool teenagers..
But then why do I feel so scared all of a sudden? What is supposed to be so unnerving and frightening about Bus 568? Obnoxious teenagers are supposed to get on your nerves not scare you right? But I was scared. My heart fluttered and my nightgown began to stick to my body's apprehensive perspiration. My Husband slept soundly and peacefully. But I was feeling anything but peaceful...
I woke up and after processing my feelings from my dream about Bus 568, I carried on with my day as usual. I tried not to think about it...
A couple of days and nights were okay I guess. I tried not to make myself miserable over one strange dream. But on Friday 7:45 a.m., Bus 568 was back..
Same stop.
This time it didn't exactly squeal. It sounded like a slightly angry roar that blended in with the high schoolers abuse towards one another.
"You can go rot in fucking Hell after what you did to me!"
"Oh come on, you know you wanted it.. Easy bitches like you always do"..
"Let's bring Marcus to the alcove after school, you record and upload it"!
"Oh man Nick, Lisa doesn't believe in showers. I can't believe I ever tapped that! "
Geez, why am I hearing this??
My heart was starting tighten in my chest. The perspiration was still there but the apprehensive energy escalated. And escalated over what exactly???
Teenagers are scary I get that. Hell, I dreaded having my own one day. Maybe I can tell myself that to feel better and maybe poke some humor about it. But there was nothing funny about how I was feeling right now...
I woke up. I still had beads of sweat pouring down my forehead. My Husband had left for work. I was all alone in our cozy apartment. But was I truly alone?
The horrendous chatter of the damn teenagers echoed non stop in my brain. I heard the commotion all day long as though it was taunting me. It was as though it was trying to lead me somewhere. But where and why?
The tightness in my chest eased up slightly when my Husband came home. Dinner hadn't even been prepared for. Was I so enmeshed in my own fear and misery over a dream that I actually forgot to cook for my husband??
And even following that confusion, my fear and paranoia over Bus 568 and those no soul poor excuses of teenagers hadn't ceased. In fact, it only got worse...
Monday 7:45 a.m.
I didn't wake up out of bed like I normally do. In fact, I wondered when or if I even slept at all. Only Bus 568 knew the answer. I just sat in my living room, looking outside the window, stirring in hot flashes and anxiety as Bus 568s red lights burned a hole through my soul. The bus driver stepped down the bus for a quick cigarette. I peered at this old , lanky , unkept man with a cap. His gray hair seeped out of his cap to the tip of his collar bone. It looked unwashed from where I could make out. Then after he was done smoking his cigarette, he dropped it to the ground and put the light out with a belligerent stomp. Maybe he envisioned the smoked cigarette as the head of one of those gnarly teens. He must have been doing this for too long, I thought. Was the pay even good or worth the aggravation and abuse, one has to wonder. Maybe he had a family at home he was still supporting. But only he knows why he chose to drive Bus 568. And all I knew was that I was still scared. More than ever. The bus driver, from the stop right across the street, looked up into my direction. He looked straight at me! All of a sudden I jolted up and stood still, paralyzed with fear. The bus driver took one good look at me and I was able to make out the sadness and discontent expression on his face. He shook his head then hopped onto the belligerent bus. I was still unable to move as I was stuck standing in place. The bus driver put his seatbelt on, and took out what looked like a flask. My eyes squinted with curiosity as the bus driver opened his flask and took a massive gulp. Oh my God, is he drinking and driving??!! And I still can't budge to stop him!!!
Panic began rising in my throat morphing into a full blown yell.
"STOP!!!" I cried out.
"Honey! Honey!!, are you okay?!", my Husband cried out shaking me. I had another nightmare apparently. He woke me from my severe state of panic. I looked at him and around our bedroom. I ran outside the bedroom door into the living room. The living room didn't look previously occupied so I had to have been dreaming.
But the bus driver hadn't left me yet. Did the years of this thankless job drive him to drink? Drinking and driving is wrong in EVERY sense of the word yet I actually felt I could understand the bus driver.
By now, I have gotten too accustomed to my patterns of nightmares about Bus 568. It came back for me the beginning and end of the dreaded school week. Mondays were always an anxiety inducing dreaded drag. Fridays should have screamed TGIF but it didn't. Because one way or another Bus 568 wasn't going to re route its way out of my head and out of my life.
Friday 7:45 a.m.
Bus 568 stopped at a demonic halting guttural screech. It sounded angry. I wasn't immobile like last time so maybe I could chase the drunk bus driver down or even call the police. I opened the door, hoping to confront the bus driver and possibly save the toxic teens, even though they didn't deserve it. As I opened the door, and attempted to step down to the porch, I realized I wasn't stepping foot on my property anymore. I found myself stepping up onto Bus 568, and I wasn't even in my nightgown. I was wearing a long gray skirt with a black blouse with a small knapsack on my back. My eyes widened with horror as I glared at the environment around me. The door abruptly closed shut behind me. I wasn't going to get out of this Hell easily this much I knew. But what do I do in the meantime? I am stuck on this evil bus with a creepy bus driver and at the mercy of the evil teenagers. As I gingerly walked over to an empty seat, the rowdiness amplified worse than I imagined. One boy heckled at me. "Hey Megan, think fast"! Before I could even register in my mind to duck, I felt the hard impact of an egg shooting at me straight into my abdomen, splattering yolk all over my clothes. "Aw Meg can't play a basic game of catch, the boy snickered". He wasn't the only one. Drenched in that messy yolk, I tried to browse the bus for an empty seat. I approached two boys passing a joint and one puffed that horrendous weed smoke right in my face. I coughed so hard I actually fell to the ground. The entire bus pointed and laughed at me. Garbage was thrown at me, I was being pelted with adolescent messes. One of the girls raised up my skirt from behind me. Another girl spit her gum in my hair. I was being pushed, pulled, kicked and bullied.....
All over again.....
I was still unable to scream as the bus driver looked into the rearview mirror. He placed his flask down and stopped the bus. He got up and turned around. I saw his name badge. Charlie Drake it read.
I looked up at him and his dark beady eyes stared down at me. He wasn't trying to stop the bullies. But his eyes started to tell me something....
My Husband was stroking my hair and cheek as I woke up shivering. But I wasn't in my apartment. I was in the hospital! But what for?? Was I really sick? Or was I going insane? I tried to speak but my Husband raised his finger to my lips immediately.
"Shh, my love. It's okay. You were sleepwalking and crossing the street. Plus you have a temperature of 103."
So that's what it was the whole time..
I was sick. And I was sleepwalking. I do get kind of loopy when I am sick with a severe stomach virus which is what I had. But does this mean that it was never real? Nothing. No Bus 568. No obnoxious soulless teenagers. No Charlie Drake. They never existed! Oh my God, I was safe! I was at peace! I finally sat up and this time with ease. I was going to go home now finally.
My Husband was talking to the Doctor briefly before coming back in to help me up, and get ready to sign me out.
I put my coat on and shoes, then followed my Husband out.
As we walked out, my Husband began walking at a rapid pace as though he was trying to get away from me. "Jeff, wait up!", I cried behind him. Jeff just kept sprint walking so fast that I end up losing him in the hospital. I opened the door and didn't end up outside the hospital building.
I ended up back on the bus. Bus 568. The condemned bus. The door shut behind me abruptly as I reluctantly climbed up the bus steps dreading seeing the students and Charlie Drake. My palpitations got so bad that I almost felt dizzy. I walked closer to the bus' seating and gasped so hard I fell back.
All the teenagers were sitting on the bus dead!!! They were brutally massacred. I stumbled across what was most probably a boy's foot or what was left of it. One boy's dead eyes stared directly at me as though he was accusing me. But of what though? Was any of it my fault? Charlie Drake was the one who did this, there was no doubt in my mind. And yet a wave of understanding began to wash over me as I studied the bus macabre. I don't ever wish harm on anyone but the last time I ever had such vindictive thoughts was when I was bullied in highschool. Though I never acted on it, the dark thoughts had crossed my mind on several occasions. But for Charlie Drake? The bus driver had a very thankless job. He had taken too much abuse from these no soul teenagers too and it is possible his mind had snapped. But I knew I had to get off Bus 568 before mine did too. However, the door was bolted shut. I had my back turned to the left and I felt a girl's hand slightly brush my shoulder. I turned around startled and the dead girl's eyes opened!
That is when I finally screamed.
And screamed
And screamed.
Hells Bells were in full retreat now.
I was still screaming when I woke up in the hospital. That's where I was, back at the hospital in this hellish loop. My Husband and Doctor both tried to restrain me as I could only make out one name in my state of extreme panic..
"Charlie Drake"...
The doctor's olive colored face turned ghost white as his eyes widened in terror. My Husband was confused.
"Who did you say"?, my Husband asked with a hint of concern in his tone.
I couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor who was not only white as a ghost now, but was trembling.
"Doctor, do you know who Charlie Drake is? I have been having frequent nightmares since moving to our new rental four months ago. We live around the block from Baum Highschool. I have been seeing this condemned bus in my dreams and its scaring the hell out of me. The dreams are too vivid".
I knew I was rambling but if anyone could help me at all it had to be a doctor right? Even though he wasn't a shrink, he should still br able to help me. He had to. I was beyond desperate at this point.
But the Doctor was scared himself. He attempted to regain his bearings as he asked my Husband to please wait outside. The Doctor sat on my Hospital bed and leaned closer.
"Charlie Drake can't hurt you now."
The Doctor pulled out his phone and did a search online. A ten year old article popped up. He showed me his phone screen.
"Baum Highschool School Bus Massacre: An Axe Wielding Maniacal Driver and 30 Students Dead.."
I gasped in shock as I saw a picture of Charlie Drake in his greasy cap, lanky frame holding up his tattered jacket and clothes. His grin was rotted from years of smoking and alcohol use. And Bus 568 was in the back drop.
So these were only nightmares but my block was still condemned. There was only one solution and that was to move out of this town and far away from Baum Highschool. In fact the next place we moved to was three towns over, with a beautiful co-op. Good, I needed an indoor building I thought. I'd be safe if I never looked outside to see a school bus again.
For a good three months into our new home, there were no nightmares. But I was still unable to get Charlie Drake off my mind....
I took the elevator downstairs to retrieve my mail. The lobby was dead silent as my eyes darted to a notice on the bulletin board. I had to do a double take at what I thought I was reading...
"Charlie Drake, Maintenance Department"....
I stepped back but didn't flinch. In fact, I wasn't even shocked anymore. I just stared at the name on the board in a trance. A gravel like voice crept up from behind me, and I turned around slowly but bravely.
There he was right behind me. Charlie Drake...
You might be wondering what happened next...
Nothing happened. That's just it...
"I had to", Charlie said, his voice a gravely whisper. "You understand don't you"?
I looked into Charlie Drake's eyes, and for a second, Bus 568's red lights beamed into my eyes, but then they were gone. All I saw was Charlie Drake's sad face.
"Yes, I do"...
One Month Later ..
"Asses in the seats and buckle up kids"!, I hollered. The toxic teenagers of Seaton Highschool got situated, as I drove them to school.
Fictional Story Written By Zainab Ali