I Don’t Know What This Is, Part 4

Her car is full, but that’s not the reason she leaves you on the side of the road. The scenery is pleasant enough, though. You end up back at the gymnasium bleachers soon after and take a nap on the top bench. You fall asleep wondering why there are so many snack food wrappers sticking on the scaffolding above you. She wakes you up by rattling the bleachers apart; she must’ve have some tool on her. You fall off but land safely among the dismantled wood and metal. She seems a lot taller to you this time, like she inhaled too much and kept it in. She forces you to swear never to come near her or the place again. You feign acquiescence but have no intention of keeping the promise. Next time you’ll have a knife on you and gladly make use of it.