Stone
That guy seems familiar
But whatever
It doesn't matter
Angel's behind me
I turn around
He always seems to be behind me
He's getting my clothes
The ones that were soaked in blood
But he doesn't know that
He still does, though
I never need to tell him anything
He always seems to know everything about me
He's silent always
A listener, not a talker
He's putting it away while I shut my door
And pull out a smoke from my pocket
Angel doesn't say anything
He knew about my addiction
It was so hard to stop
Not that I've ever tried
Ever since I first smoked, it's like a nagging feeling
That always brings me back to it
I just smile
Smoke, and Angel are the only things in my life that I ever counted on
But as I look over to Angel
He shifts his eyes slightly
It was so small
But I knew
That was the one thing that I always knew
When people were afraid
It hurt sometimes
To see all the frightened people
But unable to find the goodness in them
But I know my place and it isn't here
Angel
I'm just sitting there
Relaxing with him
Allowing the peace to once take over
Until like a call of danger,
A shrill sound comes from the door
Stone keeps his fag in his mouth
He doesn't care
I take care to snuff mine out and put in a mint before I go out
To see who's at the door
It's two men
In police uniforms
I almost feel like dying
But I have to stay calm
I distort my face to look passive
And take a sideways glance at Stone
He doesn't fazed, nor startled
Like he was ready for all of this
Not for the first time, I wonder how he always knew things
I was never brave enough to voice it
He was looking at the two of them with his stony face
They both seemed slightly unnerved
May we come in? The blonde one says.
Stone sort of grunts and steps back
The brunette one took the lead as he walked into the hallway
Glancing back at Stone like he was going to jump him
Blonde is more calm
He gives a lazy smile at Stone, but he doesn't return it
After that, he stopped with the friendly stuff
They sat down in the living room
I walked down as soon as they sat down
They both looked a little surprised to see another person here
I don't say anything
Just shift a bit closer to Stone where he lounged on the couch
What?
He goes for the unhappy phase first
The brunette doesn't seem surprised
He's just as blunt
You're a suspect in the murder of Abel Fountain
The world seems to fall away from me
Like it's all an illusion
My heart's hammering
Like it will burst right here, right now
And my ruse will shatter like the finest glass
And I can't catch it before it falls down
It crashes to the floor
Tinkling as the shards fly everywhere
But it's all a dream
I look beside me
There's Stone
Just sitting there
Like nothing was ever wrong
Like they hadn't just told them that he killed somebody
Or that they thought he did
He barely glances at me
It doesn't matter to him
He's done this before
He's done many things before
The Blonde looks at me closely
He knows something is wrong
But I can't do anything about it
I feel like I'm faint
But I can't let Stone down
For all they know
Stone was there
Just hanging around
The last person to see her, Abel
Just 15, her whole life ahead
Bright and lively
Gutted like a fish and shot
Until her body laid in the trash
Like a piece of garbage
But that was my fault
That I was not more careful
About watching him
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Monster
PoetryStone, a druggy who can't seem to remember what happened but only knows he's covered in blood. It's all a fog in his mind. He has his own past. It can't get mixed up with the chaos that seems to be everywhere he goes. Everything's falling apart arou...
