Punks Not Dead

Space Truckin'

•Maxi's POV - COMA•

The moon shone brilliantly through my window. It was a gorgeous, starlit night. Summer was near and I would be going into my 11th year this upcoming September.

I had a good feeling about this night. I knew that Sid would be coming by my house. He always came to see me on nights where the moon was full and bright.

I lived with my father in Hackney. We lived in an old two bedroom apartment. It was small, but cozy. Most importantly, it was home. Dad had always liked Sid. But then again, Dad was also always drunk. After Mom had gone back to France, dad had quickly become an alcoholic. So, he really didn't care all that much about what I did, where I went or who I hung around with. He wasn't worried that I went to parties, or that I did drugs and had sex. He didn't care that Sid always came over on nights of the full moon...so we could study magic.

I liked living in Hackney. I always had something to do.

Finally, a tap on my window caused me to break from my trance...

"Maxi...wake up! Wake up please!"

I rushed to open the window for Sid and laughed.

"I wasn't sleeping...just thinkin'." I told him, moving over so he could clamber through the open panes.

"Well, took ya a while to open the window, don't ya think?" He said, chuckling.

I playfully push Sid onto the bed and we start looking through the books that were sprawled out on the comforter. One of them was the Satanic bible, that I had acquired from an older bloke at school.

"Maxi, your dad's gonna be gone for the weekend, right?" Sid asked curiously.

It was true. My dad was going to some fishing convention or something of the sort, out in Cardiff. I didn't really care, I would probably shack up with Lilith for the duration of his trip.

"Do you wanna throw a party here?"