Dead Eyes.

Chapter Two.

I stood at the edge of my window and stared at the sunlight shining softly into my room.

"And in between the sun and moon, I have to learn to live without you." I sang quietly to myself.

The flames returned. The screaming. The firemen running quickly towards the house. My mind races as a burned body emerges from the house.

BOOM.

The house explodes in front of me and my neighbors, and sinks into the ground.

"HE'S STILL IN THERE." I scream.

My alarm clock rudely awakens me. I dart up from the prison my mind had kept me in and quickly look at the time.

5:49 P.M.

I decide to call Ava. It rang for about a minute before a muffled, "hello?" breaks the silence.

"Hey, so Andy's party-"

"Is tonight, I know. When am I picking you up?" She says rudely interrupting me.

"Or let me fucking finish next time? 8:45 would be nice, I have a cigarette for you." I say calmly into the phone.

Her voice lightens up as she apologizes and agrees.

After we hang up, I begin to get ready. I put on my favorite black sweater with snowflakes on it and dark gray skinny jeans and shoes.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I was so unhappy with who I was. I had no one. My mother was off banging some STD ridden freak, my dad was dead, and I just felt so alone. The physical ache of my body set in as I thought more. My heart stung so horribly as I continue to look at myself. What is my reason? Where is my purpose? I felt so unfulfilled in my life and so worthless.

I quickly walk away from the mirror and move to my drawer. I angrily threw everything out of my drawer and pull out my pipe and weed. My pipe already had a loaded bowl in it because I reload it every time I finish smoking.

I lean against my dresser and began to smoke. The high takes away my low which was the reason I smoke in general. It wasn't often, but I tend to inhale the blissful smoke in my lungs when my dark thoughts intrude. I glance out the window, and watch the sun slowly fall from the sky.

My phone goes off about five minutes later and I quickly answer it.

"Yeah?" I say blindly, not knowing the person who called me.

"We're here, they decided to start the bonfire early because Janice Elles has work tomorrow." Ava says happily.

I was a bit in shock by how quickly my mind trailed when I received the phone call.

"What? Why are you fucking happy?" I laugh.

"Get out here stoner, bring my cigarette!" Ava laughs.

I hang up and grab my weed, pipe, and pack of cigarettes. I sway a little bit as I walk out of my house. As I am locking the door, I notice Derek in the passengers seat.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I yell, walking towards her Subaru Outback.

"He needs a ride Lace, chill the hell out." Ava says, through the window.

I get in the car and hand her a cigarette.

"Hey Lacey, I, er, like your sweater." Derek says nervously.

"Yeah, fuck off." I laugh accidentally.

As Ava drives, I zone out. It was alright though, they were just giving each other sexual hints the entire way.

Once we arrive, there is a small group circled around a spark of light near Crescent river. We walk down the sandy hill and join the group. I was the girl people knew because of Ava, I was grateful for that. Ava walks into a crowd with Derek on her arm, her gray sweater and light blue jeans seeming to blend in to the crowd quietly.

Music fills the night dimly, but loud enough to fill our ears. There were drinks lined up on a set up table. Fortunately, the cops in this town never really could pay attention to Crescent river. They were always attending to the other side of town, with all the middle schoolers carrying pot and banging in our dugouts.

I pick up a bottle of Jack Daniels and pour it into a red solo cup already filled with coke. I took a swig and moved happily towards the fire.

"Lacey?!" A voice shrieks over the music.

I turn to see Camille Andrews with a giant grin on her face. She was already hammered. Her thick, bleach blonde hair, fell to her shoulders and hung loosely. Her bright pink blouse was the eye of many, it exposed her bra in a very obvious way and her pants had various dirt prints on it as if she had been laying down.

"Hello Camille, drunk already?" I laugh.

"Of fucking course I am!" She laughs, taking a sip of her drink.

I laugh loudly and shrug in acceptance of this.

"I am so gonna' get laid, I mean come on." She snorts, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I take a large swig and feel the alcohol weigh down on me.

"Well good! Let fucking loose!" I laugh.

"Oh dude, I will. I AM SO FUCKING READY." She screams loudly, taking another sip.

I take another large swig, and begin to watch the fire.

Suddenly the crowd moves frantically as a large crowd begins to dash towards the entrance, "ITS RUNE."

I could barely function because I was sadly a lightweight. Instead, Camille and I took shots at the table and ignore the crowd rushing to an unknown figure in the distance.

This was going to be a long night.