(choking on flowers - fox academy)
The bed was uneven, the room was a wreck, the air was thick. The two of them was a complete mess.
One cigarette left. They were still longing for a injection, pill or powder, but they were calm. Still with their body vibrating, headaches and insomnia. The bass from the speaker downstairs, thumping in their bodies, normally didn't bother them. It did now.
Brad inhaled the cigarette slowly, it was almost done. The ashes was stacked on it, like it was full. They didn't have an ashtray, neither did they need one. If you asked anyone else, they would. He passed it on to Elizabeth sitting in the bed next to him. Some of the ash falling down on the sheets. His eyes followed. Like snow falling in the city.
His knuckles was aching, dried blood sticking onto his damaged skin. Brad's lips around the cigarette, his cheeks hollowing as inhaling.
Passing it on to Elizabeth, she doing the same. Brad looked up, realising how small the room was. It was way past midnight at that point, and usually they would leave, or sleep. Neither of them was sleepy.
The party downstairs was thinning out, people leaving one by one. Their heads was spinning around. Not because they were dizzy, simply because of the lack of sleep.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" There was barely any voice left in Brad. He looked so soft, but so damaged at the same time.
Elizabeth stood up slowly. She didn't answer, but Brad knew what it meant. He did the same, walking to the door, opening with his bruised hand.
The smell of alcohol lingered in the warm air. Nobody was in the hallway, which was just for their luck. Nobody knew they were in there, nobody knew Brad had smeared his blood on the wall. He closed the door after him.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her lungs felt empty, even though she just had half of a cigarette. It was not enough to satisfy her needs. Definitely not enough. Brad grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers. His hand felt comforting to her, bringing warmth.
She looked up at him, but his eyes was staring straight ahead. They were cold, unlike his actions. His lips was parted.
"Where?" Elizabeth asked, he was still looking away.
"Anywhere else." Brad was tired of parties like those. Tired of the music, the drunken people. Tired of living like that. He knew it was only his mind on withdrawal effects believing that. He hated the way his body behaved. When his body was aching more, needing more drugs, he would believe something else. Then he would want some drugs to sedate him.
They walked through the crowded room, and out of the door. Their heads was thumping, the loudness only making it worse. They were a bit away from the house, when he released his hand with hers. He brushed back his wavy hair, that - before he did - was lying sloppily on his forehead. It was getting a bit longer, almost touching his thick lashes.
It was midnight. Dazed minds, slow steps along the street. They kept walking. Elizabeth followed him, while he didn't know where they were going. It didn't matter.
They didn't talk, they didn't say a word, but their thoughts was enough.
