Ophelia and Katya
She called herself stupid, she lived in her ex boyfriends parents house. A jealous ex boyfriend, it was complicated. As many she was addicted to taking selfies while pouting. Without the makeup she could pass as a Hollywood actor but she never really acknowledged it, her makeup was her burka, her dismorphia was her projected identity to the world. Didn’t like her mother, felt betrayed, was self loathing and every first impression she played a bitch. Drinking a gin she wondered why. She was like many. She didn’t deserve to be the item of ridicule but to the women who wore repeal hoodies, she was an enemy to feminism. Wasn’t her fault she was dyslexic, she went diagnosed for years, instead her diagnosis was “stupid”.
She had a miscarriage at the harbor, the trip was for an abortion of which was defeated by that event. Running to the rest room to vomit, it was a low time for her, alone and out of credit, she sobbed as she was bleeding, afraid of the security as she didn’t quite trust men at that moment after all they put her through.
Arriving at the harbor meanwhile was Katya, a polish immigrant looking for work here as she graduated from nursing school back home, she had an interest in hardcore punk but during an episode in her teens induced by an unknown substance of which was new on the market at that time she was trying to give back in some way as an old nurse once did for her but that was another story in another time.
She arrived to the rest room to find Ophelia in tears. “Are you Ok? She spoke great English, mostly learned from western television and song lyrics that she learned by rote growing up. Ophelia just looked up and said just before passing out “Fuck off”…….
At the hospital Ophelia woke up on a trolly hooked up to a machine next a mop bucket, she could hear the polish lady arguing to an elderly nurse about the conditions she was accommodated in though all she saw in front of her from her view was a Pakistani janitor cleaning urine off the floor of which an elderly man was on the next trolly mumbling to the ceiling through his respirator, he had a black eye and the smell of vodka was making its way through the constant barrage of disinfectant. The Pakistani was mopping and scowling to the old man as Ophelia saw, she laughed morbidly and gave him the finger as he scowled back, he continued mopping as it was all part of the job.
An elderly nurse came from around the corner to check, her head went down to her clipboard and jotted something down and the walked away out of sight.
“Hey!” Ophelia muttered lunging herself upright but a sharp pain hit, she froze with a whimper but knew if she moved more it could get worse, instead she fell back on what was intentionally a pillow but instead the slightly padded headboard with the sound of loud beeping from the machine, a tear went down her eye but no one came as there was already a car crash victim being rushed passed to the theater.
It wasn’t for five minutes of more arguing from afar with a few curses in Polish, Katya came around the corner with Ophelia’s bag and placed it on the chair.
“What were you doing to my handbag?!” Ophelia croaked as she spat on the wall, “I saved your life bitch and by the way amongst a load of dumb messages from guys I was trying to find out what your name was as I was calling you Rhianna1991 until I figured out that was wrong, whats wrong with you people?”,
“well don’t want them pigs knowing that, would I?” Ophelia replied,
“I’m Katya, and you?
“It’s Ophelia Smith, you can tell that to that one with the clipboard, she seemed like a bitch for sure”,
“Yes Ophelia, yes she was, she was saying some horrible things about you that no one deserved but who knows? Maybe you do?” she responded with a laugh but frowned as she realized what she say”I’m sorry”,
“Nah don’t be, done some shit in my time but at least you are being nicer than that one” she replied, “Ouch, what happened?”
Katya: “ I might as well tell you that you lost your baby, so sorry”
Ophelia: “You do know why I was at the harbour?”
Katya:“I heard but wanted to hear it from you”
Ophelia: “Didn’t want it so was off to get it done elsewhere”
Katya: “Some luck but still not great, there are still some tests if they get around to it but I think you may recover, hold on dear, the doctor is coming”
Ophelia: “Thanks though I’ve heard enough to be satisfied love”
Katya: “This hospital is awful, the staff have been horrible, I think I made a mistake looking for a job here, no one hiring”
Ophelia: “Why not the dole?”
Katya: “I’ll look first”
Ophelia: “The dole for ya, come on now, isn’t that what your here for? You wouldn’t want to be doing what that Paki over there is doing”
Katya: “I came here for a few reasons and it wasn’t to clean piss or to treat people like it, came here to make some better money, can you blame me?”
Ophelia: “You came to the wrong place”
Katya: “You could be right….”
Dr Solomon arrived with the charts…
Dr Solomon: I am sorry but your test results came back, you are HIV positive
Katya: Oh lord!
Dr Solomon: You still here? I thought the staff told you that you can leave Rhianna alone!
Katya: Her name isn’t Rhianna, it’s Ophelia
Dr Solomon: You are not Rhianna1992?
Ophelia: No, its Rhianna1991 but it is Ophelia Smith, and where did my passport go?
Dr Solomon: I was wondering why that Rhianna1991 I told was confused….let me check back with you, I think there has been a mix up
The doctor strolls out rechecking his charts then he starts running away dropping another chart, Katya picks it up and comes back to Ophelia
Katya: I think you can go soon once you get a prescription for the pain but rest up, you have anyone I can call, you need a better place than this shithole
Ophelia: So I don’t have aids?
Katya:….no but that is not…oh nevermind. Give me a few minutes and we’ll get a taxi together somewhere
Ophelia: Off license?
Katya: Good idea but none for you, you have to recover more. But I need a drink
Katya: No love, just no.
Eventually as Katya pushed Ophelia out on a wheelchair after she was finally discharged they hailed a cab Ophelia hummed to herself as they were been brought into the town center to find a BnB
Katya: You like musica?
Katya: Music, sorry, RnB?
Ophelia: Yeah but can’t play a note
Katya: neither can I though I can produce on GarageBand
Ophelia: Whats that?
Katya: Its a Daw, on the computer, you can get it for free
Ophelia: Wha? Thats feckin gibberish, firstly what does produce mean?
Katya:….I just…You have a nice voice even though you were humming, you can hold a note well
Ophelia: Thanks but you are not dawing me in a garage ya sick fuck
Katya: No, no…
Ophelia: I’m messing, had an ex who was on the laptop messing about with that I think, the garage thing
Katya: Oh really?
Ophelia: He was a bit of a psycho
Katya: Oh, where is he now?
Ophelia: Fuck him, let’s just leave it at that.
Taxi Driver: Here we are, that’s thirty
Ophelia whispered to Katya: Shall we leg it?
Katya: No you can’t, I got it, just might not afford the off license now…or the BnB, shit, sorry bad language, I’m just exhausted now
Ophelia: It’s “Shite” by the way but getting there, here look, a pub, we can scab a cuppa at least by the fire. Where did my passport go, do you know?
In a pub full of farmers the two walked in to see a fire lit stove, the warmth was needed as it was a manky wet afternoon, they had three euro between them, enough for a pot of tea and a pack of salt and vinegar taytos between them. They looked like they’ve been through a war at that point, tired a both were silent for an hour a reflecting on what to do next.
There was an open mic with two young men in trendy outfits and perms setting up the stage
Ophelia: Whats going on, a bit of music?
Katya: Seems like it though that PA might have seen better days
Ophelia: Looks like shit, ya
A loud pop blasted from one of the speakers, everyone grunted, moaned and sarcastically cheered
Ophelia: what was that? Fuck my ears!
Katya at the two trendies: Turn that gain down!
Bart, trendy number 1: No worries we got it…
Katya: Do you know what you are doing
Dave, trendy number two: Ehhh no, first time with this mixer, sorry, we were supposed to have a sound guy but he bailed on us, you know anything on how to work this?
Ophelia: Just play a fucking tune for christ sake, know any Rhianna?
Ophelia: Know how to play wonderwall then?!
Dave: We don’t play covers
Ophelia: What do you play? Shit?
Katya: I got this Ophelia, I got this…..
End of part 1