Wasteland

Realisation

We sat silently around the glass table, eating pie and sipping champagne. This old table did have a unique feature about it. It's mahogany wood -that had been shipped from Africa- had come from a tree that was so hard that it took about three days to cut it down

After being carved so intricately and the clear slab of glass that had been fixed on top, made it look like the poor wooden elephants, that had been carved into the table, had no other achievement, let alone life, other than holding this clear piece of glass with its trunks. I found no symbolic reason to this piece of furniture , and I am just assuming it was just another basic design invented. No ,"crafted" by us humans, which was tagged as priceless.
This wasn't the unique feature though. The table had a name. It was called the Mourning table. It was so called because of it dull colored wood ( that made it look permanently sad) and also because it was occupied with people only when someone "kicked the bucket".
When my mother had died, this ritual  had started. My dad said he had emptied three bottles straight to get over the fact that my mom was dead. Apparently, I found that part impossible to believe, since dad can't keep one glass of wine down for an hour after consuming it. When my grandfather died, this table was used as a snack bar , and so on. Well, all that is past tense.

Cadence passed out before she could swallow a piece of pie(it was that good)so it was just me and Nathan Frost.
I took a long swing of champagne. It slipped down my throat and warmed my stomach, making me sigh. I was drinking , hoping that the stuff would make me forget the nightmares and I would wake up in fairy land or something. Shit, no. Then it would me fairy zombies. The thought of zombies in pink fairy tutus and wings, made me shudder. Nathan passed and decide only to eat my pie. After the complement on how good it was the silence seeped inside the room, choking me with its bare airy hands.
Soon, the amber colored liquid disappeared, leaving only a tall and empty glass bottle that only had a taped brand that it was named after, and I started to get woozy.

"What happens tommorow?" asked Nathan , his eyes focusing on me.

The way he looked at me..it gave me goose bumps. I averted my gaze, wanting to tell him to look away, that it scared me. I just couldn't accept that he seemed different to me, that he calmed me at any kind of situation. It scared me.
"I guess, only if we have a tommorow", I said slowly as I drew a sad face with a drop of champagne.

"You're giving up", he said.

Was that a question? I shrugged and closed my eyes as a spherical drop of  water traced down my cheek and mixed with  my sad face, making it a pool of very salty champagne. I had given up long back. If only he could understand that.

The grief and guilt drenched me wet and helpless, and I gasped, crying out louder than I ever had. I hated this house. I hated my mother for leaving me alone with my dad who I hated also. The alcohol was working.

" This" - I gestured to the nothingness-" All my fault".

It's all my fault that living beings are not living anymore, and my fault that we're going to die. I know that one day everybody will die and there won't be anyone to remember no one , but still, it's my fault".

" All my fucking fault."

I cried ,again and again, until the words unhinged from their meanings. I relieved my stress by banging my fists on the table repeatedly until a web cracked it's way across the table and my skin turned red. 

"Caleb."

I looked up, my eyes red. He was kind enough to not stop or interrupt me but according to him I had reached the limit. His eyes. How long had I admired those eyes. The way the vast blue was infinite, inside those sockets.It reminded me of those happy moments, I spent with myself at the beach, digging my feet in the sand and running my hand through the waves that curled towards me and tickled my fingers, while I chewed one of those pastries I had made and bought with me. I wanted to be there now.
" How come they haven't come in though?" Nathan asked.

"The automatic security outside, has an electromagnetic field." I replied without pausing.

I had  gotten all this information from my father just before he slit his throat. I didn't know it would lead him to that extent but he told me it wasn't my fault. I could have stopped him, but something held me back.

" Beach - hiccup- would be a good idea n- now"I muttered, my eyelids threatening to close.

He got up sighing.

" You never change, do you ".

I grinned at his statement. He said that as if he knew me for a long time. Well, if he knew my dad then...
He picked me up like a rag doll and dragged me into my room.

"Nathan, I think.."

" Don't even say anything", he warned me and opened the bathroom door.

I knelt down at the porcelain hole and puked , what must have been, my gut out.
I  managed to get into the warm covers. Through the corners of my eyes I caught a very skinny and wild boy looking back at me. His overgrown brown hair a mess over his forehead, almost covering his startling green eyes. This boy looked like green eyed Tarzan after a hangover, which was true.
I pulled the covers till my chin and almost immediately I could feel bile rising to my throat.

" Good night!" , I shouted after him as he left the room. I could hear him chuckling at himself.

"Go to sleep, Thorn."

My drunken mind did not protest. I closed my eyes, this time with relief, and dreamed about my parents, somewhere up there .Somehow sooner or later, I was going to meet them.