Wish Upon A Star

Come up, Come Down

Everything is heavy as I roll over and try to claw myself out of bed. My head is still foggy and clouded from the pills Elvis gave me last night. I hadn't taken them since one of the first nights I got here but Elvis offered me one last night before he went to bed after he paid me a visit. I couldn't help but take it. I know it's a dangerous game I'm playing with myself but... it's not like it every night.

I stare at the ceiling and keep going over last nights events.

They're getting married. Elvis wants me. I want Elvis. This is fucked up.

I manage to make my way stumbling to the bathroom and clutch at the sink. I splash cold water on my face until I feel myself come around more. I focus on my features more in the mirror, scrutinising what I see.

My eyes are swollen from the pills and my lips are swollen from Elvis. I reach up and touch my lips smiling somewhat.

She's pregnant and you're the other woman, and smiling! Classy.

My smile drops immediately and I swear at myself in the mirror. The rose coloured glasses were off now Elvis wasn't around and I'm back to where I started.

I shower and dress quickly making myself ready to face the day. And Elvis.

I head downstairs and straight out to the back of the house where I light a cigarette in the afternoon sun.

Time is so backwards here and not working I have no reason to get up at a reasonable time.

I zone out and finish my first cigarette quickly before starting another. I was still feeling quite drowsy like I was on a come down.

"Hey, I was lookin' for you!" Elvis' voice behind me made me jump.

"Well here I am." I say glancing back before he takes a seat beside me.

"Here." He says offering his open palm to me which had a small white pill in the centre of it.

"What's that?" I ask eyeing it then him. He looks fresh and far more awake than I feel.

"Something to wake you up." He smiles.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"C'mon, I wouldn't give you anything that could hurt ya." He promises.

I shrug and take the pill quickly, swallowing hard without any water. It's not like I wasn't experienced with uppers.

Elvis now raises his eyebrows at me. I shrug again not wanting to really engage with him until I was really awake.

I slide my cigarettes over to him in an offering. He takes one and lights it quietly.

We sit in silence until I start to feel myself come up. A warm feeling spreads from my head downwards waking every nerve as it does. I close my eyes and embrace it as I used to in university.

"Dawn, you okay?" Elvis' voice cuts through me hard and fast.

My eyes fly open and I beam in his direction.

"I'm fine. Just wanted it to kick in is all."

"Okay then." He laughs, I think it's more at my expression than anything.

I sit trying to control the bubbling inside me before I speak again.

"What are we going to do Elvis?" I ask once I think I've regained some composure.

He sighs. "I don't know."

"What do you want to do?"

He looks at me and smirks. "You."