He looked dauntingly normal with the few oddities here and there. Underneath his eyes were dark eye bags which stood out against his pale skin and he was tall; taller than anyone I've ever met. There was this certain twinge in his eyes, one I've nev...
The scene was erotic; to put it plainly. The floor was sticky, I'm not sure if it was from the alcohol or just pure vomit. Bodies were pushed up against each other whether you wanted to be touching someone or not. Loud music pulsated through the air making it hard to hear anyone near you say anything. Girls were dressed up in barely any clothing whereas boys were shirtless and grinding against the nearly naked girls.
Jackie and I pushed our way through the crowd, no matter how fast we walked there was still a wandering hand or two sneaking their way onto our bodies. We reached the back where a lonely room sat with the door closed shut, a mystery laying behind it.
"Don't be surprised when you walk in, they do this shit nearly every night after a show. Just- I'm just warning you." Jackie turns to me with a worried look on her face. My face scrunches in confusion, it couldn't be any worse than the needles I had found in Johnny's dressing room.
But, oh, was I far off from the truth.
First thing I saw was the abundance of white powder that was piled on a table that was surrounded by a couch that had at least four topless girls on top of it. Next was the already empty liquor bottles strayed out on the floor, some of them still with liquid inside creating a puddle on the floor. A punched broken mirror was hung on the wall with the shards scattered underneath it with droplets of blood still fresh on the reflective part, and yet no Johnny in sight.
"Jackieee! Rue!" My attention is taken away from the mess to a slurred mess, Ryle. I don't know much of Ryle, we've never spoken to each other before today. "My two favorite girls are here!"
"Ryle, you doing good buddy?" Jackie plastered a fake smile towards the boy who looked as if he was on another world.
"I don't know what it is but this coke is amazing." My eyes look down at the white powder that was still traced underneath his nostril, almost like a stain or a remainder of the sin he just committed. He sure wasn't subtle about it.
Jackie rolls her eyes and ruffles his curly hair before sitting down next to Dalton who had one of the topless girls straddling his waist. Her hair was long, reaching down to her waist where his hands were placed gripping her closer to him.
A door close to me swings open revealing a bloodied Johnny who had his hand wrapped up in white gauze that was already stained red. He walked by not even noticing my presence as his non-injured hand ran through his hair.
He wore the black shirt I had given him earlier along with black ripped skinny jeans that clung to him nicely. A necklace still hung from his neck, a cross, ironic wasn't it. When I take the open seat next to Jackie is when he finally looks up and catches my eyes for the first time.
The icey blue that I grew to know and love were now an almost dead grey, a change you wish you never hoped to see.
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