Every Breath You Take

Every Breath You Take.

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"I used to rule the world. Seas would rise when I said the word. Now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets that I used to own. Never an honest world, that was when I ruled the world"

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Ash

“Dylan, what the fuck?”

“Oh learn to live a little”

“Whatever” I shook the snow out my hair, why did I even bring him out here with me?

“Want a light?” Oh, yeah. That’s why.

I shrugged and he threw it over to me and it landed on the ground, I really couldn’t be bothered with his shit today. Normally I would pretend to be the least bit graced by his presence but his naive, childish attitude really irritated me today.

I blame all this crappy snow; it’s impossible to walk in, it’s impossible to drive in, and it’s is pretty much impossible to do anything in, so how the school can expect us to come in and at least act interested is beyond me. Although I would call myself quite the actor by this point even I could not pull off such an act.

I picked the lighter up off the ground and lit the poorly rolled cigarette; I took a deep breath, feeling the warm sensational smoke flow through my lungs.

I could hear Dylan’s unnaturally squeaky voice in the background. God, I swear if he didn’t know so much I would have enjoyed disposing him a long time ago. It’s not that I dislike him; to be perfectly honest I have nothing against that kid, it was probably just my own crappy attitude that made him unbearably annoying.

“The bell’s gonna ring” I leaned my head back against the fence; water drops fell on my face; oh I could not be bothered with this.

“You better run then” I gave in and just sat on the ground, I could no longer give a fuck about the snow. Maybe a blizzard would appear right now and freeze the whole of mankind; or at least just me. In a thousand years time some scientist with a wooden leg could come and find me, stick me in a museum, they could put me in some kind of snow scene with some giant cats or something.

 “You’re not coming?” I took one last breath before tossing the cigarette in the snow, I stood up and stood on it, although it was pretty much out as soon as it hit the snow.

“Nope” I walked down the icy path, by the time it takes me to walk home in this weather it will probably be about time that school stops anyway.

“You’ll get in even deeper shit you know, they’ll probably-“

“Kid go back to class” I called over my shoulder, not exactly wanting to hear the end of that sentence. I childishly walked a little faster. I just wanted to be on my own how could no one fucking see that?

“Kid what the fuck? You’re not even older than me” I put my hands in my coat pocket, feeling the long smooth surface of the cigarette box.

“When’s my birthday?” He was silent for a while, maybe he fell down a ditch or something.

“March” And he is breathing, fantastic.

“And when is your birthday?”

“October”

“Exactly”

“Seven months ain’t that much of a difference, you know” And here we go “My parents have a four year age difference and it doesn’t make any difference to them”