Throttle The Ignition

4. You Can Watch Me Corrode Like A Beast In Repose

I walked for a long while before I became so dehydrated and worn out that I had to rest. I collapsed on the scolding sandy desert floor relieved to finally relax my aching muscles. I’d been walking for nearly the whole day. I hadn’t stopped once since I came out from BL/ind. I was too scared to stop in case Korse and the Dracs where behind me, ready to attack. Korse’s words had stuck in my mind – he always meant his word, he would come back for me. Although the sand beneath my body was slowly burning my flesh I didn’t care. The events of today have shaken me quite some bit – and nothing was how it should be.

1)      My mom was dead

2)      Korse was a real, as-ugly-in-real-life-than-as-my-mom-described badass

3)       Draculoids existed (and they were proper dull, ugly freaks)

4)      And they wanted to kick my ass and probably attack me with their new ray guns.

Could my day get any better?

Suddenly a little trickle of salty water ran down my face followed by another and another until my face was stained with tears, mud and sand. My mom is dead. I am now a killjoy. I am now on my own. I don’t know where I’m going. Korse is out to get me. And I have no money, food or protection.

Great, just great.

“Whoop de fucking whoop!” I screamed into the air, collapsing onto the burning sand again and letting the sand grains itch every burning inch of flesh. Tears still continued to fall from my red sore eyes and they crashed around me, sweeping my soul and hopes up in a torrent that flew away with the wind that gently ruffled my cherry red hair.

My life was a mess an there was nothing I could do to fix or turn back time to live life the way it should be if BL/ind hadn’t turned up at the door – well, crashed down the wall to be exact.

I fell asleep, exhausted, on the hot sand dreaming of a better life where I was surrounded by people I loved and energetic puppies running around and pooping and peeing on Korse and the Draculoid’s legs.