Punks Not Dead

Feel So Numb

•Lilith's POV•

I let Max freely describe her feelings to me. I listen to her as best as I can, but with a head full of dope, I end up zoning out.

She went on for some time, going on about her ever-growing feelings for Sid.

"Honestly, Max, you should just straight up tell him how you feel. Quit beating around the bush." I said, hopping down from the counter, and sniping her bowl of cereal from in front of her and downing the rest of it's contents in one quick bite.

I wasn't hungry, very far from it actually, but I wanted to steer the subject off of Sid for a little bit. "Ey, what the hell?!" She scoffed as she tried to pry the bowl of cereal from my hands in a failed attempt that ended miserably as the bowl tipped over, spilling it's milky contents all down the front of her Alice Cooper T-Shirt.

"Now you're gonna get it!" She growled at me, a snarl playing her lips. Despite this, I could tell that she wasn't actually pissed off. If there's something that is unmistakable is Max when she's in a fury.

I dodged a playful punch that she swung at me and ran into the living room where I collided into a half-naked Sid. I was sent flying to the ground with the wind knocked out of me. I sort of just lay there for a second and then look up at Sid, who's still half-dazed and clearly unsure of what he had just witnessed.

"Watch where you're going!" I said, getting up from the ground and brushing my butt off. I could feel Sid watching me, but I just gave him a snarl. Although Max was his biggest fan, I was definitely not.

I couldn't say that I hated Sid Vicious, but I surely did not trust him. Not after everything had happened in the past with Max and that good-for-nothing-bitch Nancy. I know he was trying to clean himself up, but it doesn't erase the impression that he had left behind.

Just then, Max popped up behind me unexpectedly and without a warning dumped a glass of freezing cold water down the back of my shirt. With freezing water dripping directly down into my pants I screamed "You rotten cunt!" and scrambled to get up from the floor.

Sid laughed as he watched us chase each other around the house. Eventually I got tired of running after Max and I let myself slump down into one of the tattered armchairs that resided in the living room. I felt drained and my head was swimming. That's what I get for exerting myself after a long night awake, cranking.

Sid and Max had gone back into their room. I could feel my eyes start to tingle and droop as fatigue overcame me suddenly. I lay back in the chair and let my eyes drift close.

As the last moments of consciousness slip by, the only thing I can hear is Max's moans of pleasure through the paper thin walls, and I think to myself "Bloody Horndogs..." and I was dead to the world.