⸸ Ruby POV ⸸
Rows and rows of trees surround me, an eerie calm is in the presence. Something in me can't help but not trust it though. Sitting up to my knees to get off the ground, I can't help but continuously look around me. Stumbling up, my head spins with blurred vision. Bracing myself against the closest tree, I close my eyes.
Deep breath.
Opening my eyes I look at the tree infront of me. Just a normal tree, nothing wrong. Looking around at all the other seemingly similar trees, I begain to feel a sense of lostness. Feeling the familiar heavyness in my pocket, I grab for my pocket knife. Opening it, I carve a line into the bark to mark where I am. Realizing the other trees could totally have some random ass scratch on it aswell, I carve it into an R.
Looking into the woods I start walking. Theres gotta be something or some trail out here.
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Stumbling on a dirt path, my shoes catch on some vined grass. Luckily not falling on my ass, I stablize myself. Looking either way, I'm torn on which way to go. Thinking for a second, I decide on old fashioned way it is. Spinning in a circle a bunch then stopping, I walk forwards-
"RUBY."
Snapping my eyes open, I jump from my resting spot on the couch to see Scrim staring down at me with his arms crossed.
"Man, what the fuck you doing, did you not get any sleep last night or something?-"
Nope.
"- I said your name like 5 times bruh."
"My bad, my bad."
I said rubbing my eyes.
"Ight, well we gotta go. Unless your ass plans on staying here, sleeping on my couch not makin no money."
Scrim grabbed his keys and made his way out to the front door, Ruby getting off the coach and following behind. He couldn't help but think about his previous dream, it felt so unnervingly real. What the fuck was that?
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"Ight you be safe."
"Thank you, you too."
The stranger exited the car leaving three $20 bills to Scrim and a spaced out Ruby.
"Are you good dude? You're spaced out heavy, whachu on?"
"Nah I'm straight, I'm just vibin off a xan. Nothin' crazy."
Scrim looked at Ruby and just shook his head,
"You want sum McDonald's?"
"Fuck yeah."
Ruby looked out the window still unable to get the forest out of his head. The eerie calmness and endless trees taunt him in his head. He definitely wasn't alone in that forest. Wishing he had more time to explore before Scrim woke him up. He could only hope to have the same dream again tonight.
Him and Scrim dealed to locals in the area, Scrim had a rap project he was trying to get going though on the side. Ruby had his punk band aswell, which he would like to proudly say is doing a hell lot better than his other projects. He couldn't help but feel cursed though.
Everytime something was going good, something would come fuck it up and piss on it real good. At this point, he expects everything to go wrong. The shadows and figures in his peripheral vision worsened with his drug use. The thing is they've always been there though. Before all the pills, before a fuck ton of the trauma, there were shadows. Following every move Ruby made.
Many prophecy believers feel the end game has already begun. The focus that the world has now on the rise of the Anti-Christ and the return of Christ, I believe the board is set, and the pieces are about to move.
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Looking into the mirror there faced a stranger. Not a real stranger, but the recent lack of mirrors, drug driven brain, and sharpie beard drawn on the bathroom mirror created the allusion. Music thudding from outside the bathroom walls, Ruby sighed.
Another party.
A reason to get fucked up, a reason to posion yourself to numb your brain from all the pain, a fuck fest, and a demon feast. All demons bastards pre-gaming hell and I'm apart of them. I just want to claw my fucking eyes out half the time. A knife would be real stress relieving at this moment.
Getting out his wallet, pouring a pile out of the bag inside that was hidden in it. Taking out his I.D, lining up the powder real fucking good with a rolled up bill in his hand.
1,
2,
And the 3rd vaccum, snort whatever is left on the bathroom counter. Rubbing my nose, I sniff. You know how drugs are supposed to make you feel better? I don't feel shit like that anymore, I could probably fucking take that entire bag and not feel shit.
Shaking my head I try and get that thought out of my head. I'm not trying to accidentally O.D at the moment. Not with this fucking forest I can't seem to get out of my head.
Walking out of the bathroom after putting away my shit. The 3 girls waiting outside rush by, closing the bathroom door behind them. Bathroom? More like drugroom. You could take a dollar bill and with a steady breath through your nose in, get a mixture of all types of shit. Ruby had definitely been there. When you fiening you fienin.
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(September 5th, 2021)
(September 11th, 2021)
(903 Words)
