When Reality Steps In (New)

Painful wait.

I was so nervous I could hear my heart beating louder and louder. The blood started to rush faster and faster through my veins. I walked to my room trying to control my feet at a normal pace but they started racing across the carpet. I was so nervous my legs were shaking it was if I was experiencing a 6.2 earth quake.

Irvin texted me saying he had to tell me something, and he made me promise to understand. Lying horribly I type the words, "okay I promise" .

I lay down on my bed with my eyes glued on my phone desperately waiting for a reply.

*ding* my iPhone rings and his name lights up the screen.

I wait a couple seconds so I would reply so fast. At last I unlock my phone and click on the message...

"Your gunna be mad" i read in my head.

"Fuck man, fuck" I whisper to my self as jalapeño tears slowly walk down out of my eyes. I quickly while they fighting to hold them back.

"Tell me" I reply. I lay over as my hands rest on my face and my foot twitches in a disturbing fast motion.

"Everything is gunna be okay. Yeah, it's gunna be just fine." I say to my self trying to calm my self.

Fuck I can't feel my body. My body acts if it's asleep stiff and lifeless. Then a terrifying shiver takes over my body at if my room was below 50 degrees in my room which most likely feels like an igloo.

I'm just trying to... well I don't know at this point. My foot still twitches awkwardly as desperate minutes, well... seconds pass by and no reply.

I try to distract my self by think less and find games and texting other people on my phone. Sadly it fails. It's only making me think more and worry more.

No reply. Incredibly desperate for Irvin's reply I call him....

Straight to voicemail. This could only mean one thing.... Aliens abducted him and took him to space and now he can't get a signal back.!

Well shit I tried to make myself laugh. Didn't work. I text him again and again. Fuck I'm annoying. I give him two more calls both go straight to voicemail. Yup his phone is dead.

I flop on my bed like a pancake being thrown into the air to a empty plate.

Now I just have to wait, painfully wait, desperately wait for his reply.

Man I really need to buy him a charger.

Now I'm just laying here typing on to this once white and empty screen. Now there is letters all over the screen and I can't keep myself from typing.

My mind is jumbling with thoughts . I can barely focus on what exactly I'm righting. I'm spelling almost everything wrong. Thank God for the correction thing I can't quite remember. See the underline word there.? Yup don't know if I used that in the correct concept.

I can feel the warm blood rushing threw my veins and in to my hard beating heart.

I can hear my thoughts as if someone were talking to me in person.

I can see different colors I've never noticed before, like when you stare at a screen for too long and see a vitality of different colors and your eyes start to burn some what.

I could taste the air, and my lips . The air touching every single one of my taste buds, like pop rocks

I could smell my snails that I had just painted only a few hours ago. As if I walked into a salon that was packed of women getting shellacs and acrylics and any others they offer.

All my five senses seemed to be in high gear. Extra.

I wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. No reply. I slouch on my bed and continue to type.

I text a person back. And find my fingers moving to the call bottom and see Irvin's contact name fill the screen with pixels.

Straight to voicemail.

I guess my fingers thought it was worth a shot. He might not answer for a while.

Maybe I should take a long shower, and so I did.

I step out of the cold shower and grab a nice clean towel.

*phone rings*

I turn my attention to the screen as my wet fingers grip around my phone.

Irvin's contact on the screen.

I just stared at at.

Thinking nothing.

I find my thumb sliding it self across the screen

*gulp*

"H- hello.?" I stutter trying to sound calm

"Hey baby can we talk"

"Yeah what did you have to tell me" I say setting my naked self on the floor with the towel rapped nicely around my body.

"I drank yesterday"

A huge exhale left my mouth as a cat sneaking its was around.

Was it bad to say I was relieved , he didn't smoke , I was glad he didn't smoke. It was just drinking that should be easy to clean out.

But ,

"I drank to" I replied

Truth is I didn't drink. I had the shots ready for me to take one after another like a automatic shot gun.

My lips touched the cup and my tongue was preparing its self for the alcoholic beverage they call fireball.

My taste buds were just about to combined with the drink, then my hand pushed the cup down into the sink and my other washing it away by turning on the fountain .

I didn't drink.

I was so close.

But Irvin drank.

All the painful wait, oh but what was it for.