Twisted Legacy

[02]

Avery.

How many times do you punch the wall in your room before you decide to swing a punch on someone's nose?

How much hatred is enough to be a driving force of evil? How do you know that at that point there is no other road but the one down revenge?

That if anything, that is the choice you chose to live with for all your days to come.

They say that pain is a great motivator.

Could be.

It is also a plausible excuse.

Don't get me wrong.

I have no intention of denouncing anyone's pain. I know firsthand the hell it brings along with it.

Still.

It either made or broke you. More like it broke you until you couldn't take it anymore.

It did more of the latter before the former kicked in.

But how many times did you break till you became whoever pain was supposed to make you?

What is the essence of pain?

Somebody said that you can only transcend pain once you experience it.

I was still stuck on the why you had to experience it in the first place. I sighed and threw my pen in frustration at the wall.

None of these questions ever answered why I had been dealt such a hand, or why I had snapped the way I did that day.

I know we are told that there are others having it worse than we are, that there are better days to come. But it does not change our current predicaments, now does it?

Shit!

I was supposed to be getting ready for T's party.

I took a quick shower and quickly put on cotton sweatpants, a pink lace up crop top, a classic denim jacket and white sneakers.

Eh, basic.

So was my mood. With my Vaseline lip therapy, car keys and phone, I headed out.

I was about to open the door when the devil's agent spoke.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Why, you want to stop me? I would like to see you try."

"I do not like your tone, watch it!"

"Yeah well, I do not dig being a punching a bag but you made me one anyway."

"You need to be disc-"

"You talk too much."

I shut the door while replying to Tristan's text.

T.

Yoh, still coming?

Me.

Of course, impatient much? I am on the way.

The ride to Tristan's house was short. We did not live that far apart. I was excited to be out for the first time in two weeks.

It had been quite the fortnight.

I tried not to think too much about it I mean, the essence of the party was to let loose and let go of everything else.

It is easier said than done.

Trying not to think about it bred sadder thoughts. The tears stinging in my eyes were a clear indication that I was miles far from being over it.

I gripped the steering wheel to avoid digging my nails into my palms. The moon shape marks on them still hurt.

A daily reminder that I was way out of control. I had been since that day. Tristan always told me that I was the epitome of self control.

Ironic.

That is literally blaspheming the word.

Partying was like some magical way of acting nonchalant. A handy crafted humanity switch if you will.

An overprotective shell of the mushy yolk that was my emotions.

It was fleeting.

Such things are.

They made you all calm, blinding you from the raging storm headed your way, until you couldn't outrun it.

That being said, I had a really strong feeling that no amount of alcohol would save me from myself that night.

I sighed as I got out of my Lexus.

Well technically it belonged to the devil's agent, but who is asking?

I took in the serene environment outside before immersing myself into a swamp of sweaty teenagers under the influence.

Tristan's face broke into a wide grin the moment I stepped in. The place was a complete mess. The air was so stuffy and sweltering. There were a lot of red plastic cups scattered on the floor.

Beer cans and Whiskey bottles were lying empty on the table.

Tristan, whiskey and were a match made in heaven.

The music was so loud. There were guys standing on the pool table cheering their friends on. Next to them was a group of people hovering over a shisha set up that was clearly out. It was bringing out wispy clouds. I bet they were too gone to notice.

One of Tristan's friends making rounds with a tray of Jell-O shots passed by me and I picked one. I shimmied past a couple making out and accidentally knocked over a bowl of chips.

Dang it!

I looked up at Tristan very innocently as he made his way to me. He waved it off and enveloped me into a hug.

"Glad you could make it." He said as he let go of me.

"I had nothing better to do." I quipped.

 Which was nothing short of the truth.

He gave me a bombastic side eye.

Ric flair drip by Offset with metro booming was blasting off the speakers as I made my way to the dance floor. Everyone was cheering me on.

I downed the tequila shots I had hijacked and bounced to the beat. Being on the spotlight in such parties was something I was used to. I had a knack for winning almost all the games we played.

I felt a sharp pain on my chest as it tightened and contorted my face to give the impression that I was reacting to the tequila. I guess that was what Tristan meant by self control being a trait I own.

It really was just masking my pain and anxiety under obvious feelings.

I felt dizzy and stumbled on my own feet but held on to one of the guys on the dance floor. Tristan gave me a questioning look and I smiled giving him a thumbs up sign to confirm that I was okay.

The ringing in my ears worsened my attempt to hide my anxiety as my heartbeat accelerated. I felt like my head is screaming at me. Before I could even register what was happening, I toppled over and landed on someone's arms.

Such enchanting eyes.

He seemed totally clueless about what was going on. That Made the two of us.

My eyes felt droopy and then, darkness.

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