nosebleed ; phan

iii :: track marks

THREE YEARS AGO
the east side train tracks
3:14 am

THE BRUNETTE'S WIRY BODY WAS SLAMMED AGAINST THE AMBIENT LIGHTS flaring from the top of the cop car as they strobed violently against the fairness of his starlit skin; sweat-laced curls the color of steaming black coffee laying messily across his forehead like a delicate spiderweb tattooed against his skin.

he could already feel the bruise forming on his cheek from colliding with the frosted metal of the cop car as jagged pants choked out from between his bitten-crimson lips. his hickory irises darted around the shadowed, 3am train tracks desperately as he tried to make out his accomplice's taller body through the flickering red and blue lights that shattered his hazed vision.

as he heard the metallic click of handcuffs locking behind him, he locked onto the silhouette of the chiseled build of the boy that was slammed roughly against the car beside him, a smeared trail of crimson trickling down his gashed nose and bleeding into the twisted grin that laid across his rosé-colored lips. a laugh sounded from the boy's throat as dan was still attempting to calm the heaving of his bruised ribs; the chemical scents of yellow spray paint lingering in his lungs.

the sounds of the cops rattling the empty spray paint bottles that had been gripped in his dirty, paint-stained fingernails mere minutes ago echoed in the white noise of the bustling cars and london night life just a few miles away from them. god, dan thought, hoping that the 3am milky fog of unnerving darkness would shadow over the glossiness that tempted to spill from his bloodshot irises. a tear sliced a translucent scar down the lilac and crimson veins that painted the brunette's undereyes like sleep-deprived wallpaper.

his blurred vision flickered up to immediately meet the calm rawness of the melted-honey irises of the other boy, who he noticed hadn't taken his eyes off of him since their arrest. "c-carter," dan whispered; the blonde only skimming his tongue along his bottom lip as the golden auras living inside his glowing pupils flickered against the electric pockets of colored hues cast by police lights.

"run," he whispered, his voice sounding like liquid gold as it dripped from his whiskey-tasting lips, the brunette furrowing his eyebrows as he rattled the iced metal cuffs that seemed to sink it's teeth into the lavender bruises that now printed his wrists. "i ca-"

"run!"

carter whipped around suddenly as he pushed backwards the cop attempting to cuff him, his fingers tightly clutching onto dan's wiry arm and running as dan ambled after him. he barely even heard the cops' shouts and racing footsteps as the panic surging through his body felt like a wrecking ball, dragging his stumbling feet desperately along with it as he suddenly was lurched to the side by carter's grip.

he was tossed into the crumbling cement behind a ghosted train, pain burning throughout the shredded veins of the cuts that covered his still-cuffed body. whimpers clawed their way up his strained throat before he felt carter's palm clamp together his bitten lips, nothing but the honks and intoxicated laughter of the city's distant nightlife holding them from complete silence. the pursuing officers raced straight past the boys as carter fell back onto his hands; a dry laugh escaping his lips as he brushed dan's tangled fringe from the sweat that dazzled against the pale moonlight that lit up his skin.

"that was fun," he rasped, causing the brunette's neck to crane incredulously to the side. "fun?" he scoffed, "i'm in fucking handcuffs!"