Goth Boy (on hold?)

I've got a secret, can you keep it?

"Are you mad at me?" Coal asked as he watched the road ahead.

Hazel sat in the passenger seat of his car. The last 30 minutes had been in silence, her only word to him after she dragged him out of bed and forced him into his car was an enraged, 'drive'. She had every right to be mad at him. There had been a gig last night and Coal hadn't shown up. It had slipped his mind. He couldn't tell her the truth, that he had been trying this last week to erase what he had seen that night in the trailer-house. He couldn't tell her about the hallucinations which had plagued his days. The nightmares which took over his nights. She'd think he was crazy... Who wouldn't.

"Duh." She looked at him for a second, bewilderment plain on her face. "Who do you think you are Coal? We don't have the luxury of slipping up like this. We don't- Fuck Coal! There had been producers there last night!" Her voice became sharp. Angry.

"I know. I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Coal. What the hell has gotten into you. This last week at practice you've been ghosting. Hell it might of been a good thing you weren't there." She rolled her eyes and looked back out the window.

"Hazel I really am sorry. It's just, there's been an issue and I can't... I haven't been able to focus." Coal felt stupid after the words left his lips. What kind of lame excuse is that.

"Are you on drugs?" Hazel asked.

"What? No, no. Of course not." He replied.

"Don't lie to me Coal. I've seen it before." She glared at him. "It would explain.." she whispered.

"I'm not doing drugs Hazel. I wouldn't even know where to start to find them." He stated.

"Turn here." She pointed at a caution light signaling a crossing road.

Coal flipped on his blinker then turned. The car Jared when it hit a pot hole.

"My uncle grows weed in his basement." The statement was flat, catching Coal off guard.

"What?"

"My uncle. From my mom's side. He grows it in his basement. I've seen it. He has seven of them in black pots in his basement. He uses a UV light..." she couldn't finish. Both of them had started laughing at the ridiculous turn the conversation had taken.

Hazel's giggles died out. She breathed a heavy sigh then asked quietly, "what's really the matter Coal?"

"Can you keep a secret Hazel?" He gripped the steering wheel hard not knowing what he might lose by saying this.

"Of course Coal." Hazel fiddled with the silver ring around her neck. It's markings caught the sun and reflected into his eyes.

"I think I'm going crazy." He glanced at her. Her summer sun-set eyes grew wide.

She let out a blood curdling scream. Coal looked out his window just in time to see the shiny grill of an eighteen wheeler barreling into his side. Metal against metal. Broken glass and blackness.

Two years later

Night blanketed the streets as a shiny black 1969 Chevrolet Camaro pulled into the drive way of a two story suburban cookie cutter house. The purr of the engine died shortly after the lights cut off and a young man with mused black hair stepped out. A skull, it's red eyes laughing in the street lights, dangled among a set of keys. Grabbing a bag from the back before locking it, the man made his way to the back door. Putting the key in the lock it twisted and clicked the same way it had a million times before. He flipped on the light next to the door and then flipped off the porch light before closing and locking it.