"Led Zeppelin or Red Hot Chili Peppers?" Blaze waved two different CDs in front of her.
"Doesn't matter."
"What's got your panties in a twist today?"
"Nothing, just tired."
Blaze gave her an incredulous look, momentarily looking away from the road ahead. "Look, don't give me that shit, okay? I know you better than you know yourself and I know that you don't like talking about your issues, but this time I'm really worried about you."
Fair enough, she thought. Even though Blaze didn't normally pry into her problems, right now it was impossible not to. Blaze was her best friend, she deserved an explanation.
Right now they were in Blaze's old, red Toyota Camri. She bought it during their sophomore year of high school, with the money she's been saving up for forever. The car was old and wrecked even then, but Blaze loved it all the more for it. She named it Grace (although the car was anything but graceful) and has been treating it like her child since then.
"I know, I'm sorry. I'll tell you, promise. Just, take me at yours first and let me shower, okay?" That would buy her some time to come up with something, she was not about to tell her best friend that she was attempting suicide.
"Kay, whatever. I don't think Jenna's in, so we have to make some food ourselves."
Jenna was Blaze's aunt, she was a waitress at Antonio's Pizzeria. Blaze also worked there part time. Her mom left when she was just a little girl and her dad was remarried. Blaze didn't get along with her stepmother and she had an even worse relationship with her stepsister (who, by the way, went to the same high school as the two girls), so she's been staying with her aunt since she was fifteen. She never talked about her family, ever. Especially her mom.
The reason the girl knew about all of this was because of a one night full of drunk confessions during their sophomore year. They told each other almost everything about themselves that night. The morning after, they made a silent promise to each other never to give away the secrets and to never use them against one another.
"Fine by me." She answered.
She noticed that 'Californication' was playing softly in the background. Go figure, she thought. Of course Blaze would choose Red Hot Chili Peppers. The first word of the band's name was 'red', after all. Blaze had an obsession with anything red. Her hair was dark red, almost scarlet (hence the nickname 'Blaze'), her car was red, her room was red and even her front door was red (It took a lot of convincing Jenna for her to finally give in and let Blaze paint the front door.)
After almost twenty minutes of driving, Blaze parked Grace at a run-down apartment complex in Bronx. They got out and locked the car. They started climbing up the countless amount of stairs, because the elevator wasn't working. When they finally reached the infamous front door, both girls wanted to jump with joy, they were both exhausted and climbing up six flights of stairs wasn't exactly helping their fatigue.
"Go shower, you know where the towels are, you can wear anything from my closet." Blaze made her way over to kitchen. "I'm gonna make some eggs and toast."
"Thanks, Blaze."
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't use too much hot water, I need a shower, too."
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After both girls were showered and dressed, they started eating the fried breakfast and drinking hot coffees from their mugs.
"So...?" Blaze started curious.
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Let It Die
عاطفية"The suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.” -Edward Gorey Having been born and raised in Bronx, NY, she thought she'd seen it all; the delinquents, the crimi...
