Nyctophilia

Nyctophilia

(n.) love of darkness or night. finding relxtion or comfort in the darkness.

“You can have anything in life if you sacrifice everything else to get it,” –Peter Pan.

Chapter One:

“Brett, give me some more! I want some more,” whined the blonde. Her unnaturally white blonde hair reached down to her waist and she was dressed in a bright pink dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination; not that any of the guys who were with us had any problems with that.

I didn’t have any problems with her dress either (I was dressed similarly to her, only in different colours) but I did have problems with what they were doing with her.

What she was doing to herself.

That I had problems with.

“Brett, no, don’t give her anymore. She’s had enough,” I interrupted and gazed worriedly around at the crowd of people –my crowd of people.

There were at least 10 of us, Alice and I being the only girls other then some whore in the corner who was currently being entertained by Weasel, my best friend; the room was actually a basement and painted black, the top part of the room covered in greenish brown mould and filled with grey smoke which seemed to leak from every surface that we had managed to touch.

On the floor, there were mattresses and joints littered everywhere, empty bottles of beer lay on the ground, missing items of clothing covered the passed out people on the ground and other then a dim light in the corner and a high class stereo system playing some popular tune I’d never heard of, our world was completely cut off from everything else.

Which is exactly how I liked it; or it would have been, if someone hadn’t acquired some new things to try that never should have existed.

It wasn’t just a few joints being passed around tonight.

“Karla, don’t be a bitch! Come on, Brett, give me it now,” Alice glared at me before holding her arm out in front of Brett’s face who looked between us with a worried expression.

Brett slumped against the wall and I could easily see how exhausted he was tonight, “Alice, you’ve had enough. Come on, go grab a beer or something.”

She shook her head, crossed her arms over her chest and then went back to glaring at me, “This is your fault, bitch! I’d be getting some more if you weren’t here but oh, no you had to come and ruin everything didn’t you?”

I sighed, “A, this is why you can’t have anymore, it’s making you see bat shit and that ain’t a good thing to see.”

“I’m not seeing bat shit, I promise Karla, I’m really not,” pleaded Alice, her eyes big and round as she looked at me innocently. “Please.”

“Uh uh,” I shook my head. “No more tonight, let’s just relax. Go do what Brett said, grab a beer or a joint or something, I don’t care Alice just no more of that shit.”

“Fine,” Alice rolled her eyes before turning to Will who had wedged himself up against her.

“Will,” she purred and he grinned at her with a lovesick expression. God, he was so desperate. “Can you go get me something to drink?”

Her hand travelled up his thigh as she spoke but he didn’t move his eyes from her chest, “Sure, Alice. No problem, I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you,” Alice smirked at him and I rolled my eyes, secretly very glad that she’d end up going home tonight with a man rather then drugged up. And it could possibly be the drugs and alcohol talking but he wasn’t even a half bad looking man either.