S A N E
11:05 p.m.
9th December 2015
"Please," his voice was hoarse.
"Uh," she fumbled with her words, "I can't, sorry."
"C'mon, R, for the sake of last time," his hoarse – lusty – tone had vanished for a more menacing one. She was scared. She didn't want to get trapped in that vicious cycle; the one she had managed to escape from. Not again; yet her fear from him was greater than the fear of that vicious cycle.
"Alright, Zee, I will meet you at Central Park. Five o'clock sharp," she hung up, her fingers trembling.
Rory Sandsburg cried.
The flashback of the conversation with him was still haunting her. She hated him; detested him to the brink of insanity. He was vile, but she still agreed to meet him. Perhaps, she hoped he changed now or maybe she just misses him.
Either way, she was foolish. He neither had changed and her missing him, made her so much more disgusting. What was wrong with her?
Maybe, she missed their calls and their random talks. But everything had changed, so fucking much in the last three years because of him; all fucking because of him.
It was driving her insane.
"Hey, Pretty Boy" She called out to the person sitting on the ledge besides her.
"Yeah, SpongeBob?"
He had been calling her that since the time they were here, insisting if she was going to call him Pretty Boy, he must have his own nickname. Hence SpongeBob, but SpongeBob was adorable so she didn't mind.
"I –" she choked. How could she ask him something like that? They hardly knew each other. Heck, she had just met him ten days back. She shouldn't tell him this; it went against all her senses. But she needed to ask somebody; anybody.
And that anybody couldn't be her dad or Sam, because they would care a little too close to home. Get emotional and ask about the incident, something she wasn't yet sure she was ready to handle that. But Pretty Boy, he didn't know her. He won't care about her like them because he doesn't know her past.
She liked that.
"Rory, you there?" the boy waved his hand in front of her face.
She cleared her throat, "Can I ask you something?"
"You already did, but sure two questions won't hurt," he cheekily winked.
She ignored him, doubts still swirling in her mind.
I shouldn't tell him. He'd get curious.
The girl took a deep breath, and timidly asked, "Ever felt like a fuck up?"
Sebastian froze unconsciously. He hadn't expected something that intense, but then this was SpongeBob SquarePants and she did all the things he never expected.
"The question here is who hasn't? Everybody is a fuck up. Some are more on the larger scale; others are on comparatively a smaller scale. But we all are fucked up in the end." he gave a wry chuckle, "so what is your question, Rory?"
He knew he had baited her. He had thrown himself right into the lion's den. Willingly or the correct term could have been stupidly.
I am an idiot.
"How much of a fuck up are you, Sebastian?"
"More than you'd ever realize. Or you'd ever know." He smiled.
He felt sick.
Rory could sense the yellow tapes of caution marked around this topic vividly, yet there was little she could do to do away with her curiosity.
"Why?" Her hands quickly slapped onto her mouth.
She felt disgusted. She was a fucking hypocrite. The girl could imagine how awfully she would have reacted if he would have asked her that why. It was slightly maddening how a monosyllabic word could provoke such reactions from a person. How a single word could open a history of back stories; back stories of Sebastian which she wasn't sure if she was ready for.
Not because she wasn't interested, but because if he told his stories, she would have to tell hers. She didn't want to do that.
It might have been because she was scared but the greater reason of this want was the act of being this normal city girl. She had her issues, but she liked this lie far better than the miserable shit hole she was in reality.
Reality is a fucking bitch.
"That's a story for another time. Besides I don't think you are quite ready for it, if the way you are acting is any way to go by," He smirked forcefully.
"I'm so sorry, about that. I shouldn't have asked."
"Maybe. But I don't blame you for asking, anybody would."
He jumped off the ledge onto the roof
The girl's face contorted to one of recognition; hands clasping onto one another harshly, teeth gnawing on her lips, she stared at the boy walking away from her. She knew that expression of Sebastian's, not because she had seen it on him before but because she saw it in the mirror each morning.
Rory Sandsburg has just seen her reflection on the boy's face, a fact that had chilled her bones for anybody who resembled her, was anything but
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Roofies
Short Story"People who share the same roof are called Roofies. Singular form: Roofy," She did a small nod at the end as if approving her logic. "You do know it's a drug, right," He questioned, perplexed with her need to give them a name. They were barely ac...
