To Heaven and Hell

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Mila

"Oh my God, you're so hot," he says against my neck. I giggle under his lips. What is his name? J something? Ja...Jackson! Thats it! He grabs my thighs and lifts me on to the desk, my legs wrap around his waist. I pull his shirt over his head, and his hands greedily searching under my shirt. I pull him against me and bring his lips to mine. My hands trail over his washboard stomach, his skin hot to the touch. He feels so good. Then again, every guy I do feels that way. His hands slide into the waistband of my jeans and he begins to tear at the buttons. Some how he manages to get my jeans off of me before the warning bells go off.

Through my intoxicated mind, something starts tugging, telling me to stop. Usually the wanrning is just telling me that I am a sex crazed whore and need to stop doing this. But this time something is different. Something is wrong. Really, really wrong about this. But at this point my mind is too muddled to figure it out.

Jackson tugs my shirt off and I fumble pulling the belt off of his jeans. His lips move from my lips and down my neck. I know that his sucking on my skin will leave a mark, but I don't care. I grab him and pull him tight against my body. But then again comes the wrong feeling warning bells. And then it hits me, I know why this is so wrong. But then before I can process words to stop Jackson, the door to his room slams open.

"Jackson get the fuck off of my sister!" Milo yells.

They are roommates.

Milo grabs Jackson's shoulder and rips him off of me. He goes tumbling to the ground. Jackson brushes his hair out of his face and looks up at me. "I knew we should have gone to my room."

"Jackson," Milo's voice is harsh and quiet. "Get the fuck out of this room, you aren't sleeping here tonight." He turns to me, his face a portrait of pissed off. "Mila, put your god damned clothes on, now."

I tug my jeans on and grab my shirt off the floor. "I'm not a child Milo." I stumble a bit but catch myself on the dresser. I pull on my shirt and grab my shoes from by the door.

"Then stop acting like one," he snaps.

I glare at him. "Quit being an ass about this. It's not the first time--"

"Stop!" He holds up a hand. "I don't want to hear about your sex life. But a sex life with my roommate in my room is not an option. Now both of you get the fuck out."

I give Milo another dirty look. Asshole. I drag Jackson with me and we stumble down the hallways to get to my room. I falter trying to unlock my door. When I finally get it open, there are people here. "Oh, come on!" I say exasperated. "You've got to be kidding me!" Emily, Greyson, and my new roommate are all here, sitting on the floor. "Get the fuck outta my room Grey," I slur.

He looks up at me, no emotion in his face. "You are a whore."

I sigh, resigned. No sex tonight. "Everyone out!" I order. I turn to Jackson, "Go back and make sure that Milo isn't too mad. And you druggies," I turn to Emily and Greyson. "Get out." When everyone is out, I change into pajamas and collapse on my bed. Nix moved the detachable top bunk off of my bunk. The bed is now on the opposite side of the room from me, the desk in the middle under the window. I look over at Nix, my arm falling out, pointing at her. "Are you sure you weren't into drugs when you were alive?"

"Are you sure at you were just a murderer? Or were you a rude prostitue as well?"

My mouth drops. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Not a bitch."

"Hate to break it to you honey, but you're being one right now."

She crosses her arms. "Stop drinking and maybe we could try and be acquaintances."

I try and hold back the word vomit, but it comes out anyway. "Drink to forget, that's my motto." My head starts to spin and I close my eyes.

"Forget what?" she asks gently, her tone changing.

"Milo."

Nix

That was the reaction I was looking for. It has become apparent that in order to learn these people's story you have to push them. Especially when they are drunk. Trying to gather information on these people is the only way I can learn who I can trust here.

**

When my eyes part I can see Mila across the room. One mocha colored leg is twisted in her comforter and she is wearing a large shirt as pajamas. I don't remember when she finally fell asleep. Last night she kept fumbling with a lighter and mumbling. I had decided it was best to try and sleep, at least a little. When I hear her heavy breathing I figure she won't wake when I get up. My pale skin is hit by the oncoming sun shining through the bay window.

I want to smack myself. I don't have any clothes. I am tempted to slide open Mila's closet but I'm positive she will slit my throat.

There's a packet tacked on the wall. There has to be some sort of shop or something. I scan the pamphlet. Hell has everything. I make sure to open the door quietly and not cause some sort of mass destruction from Mila.

I step outside the dorm building and I feel a slight chill. Who knew it could be chilly in hell? I'm positive it's around the corner, I think to myself. I think I'm wrong because I am continuing to walk past school buildings. It's bigger here than I first thought.

"Need help?" I hear. I twist my head around and tuck a piece of dark hair behind my ear. The person who spoke has soft brown hair falling over his eyes. Rule number one: trust no one.

"No." I say sternly.

He sticks his bottom lip out, "Well sunshine, the store is close. I can tell you're new." I don't understand how people automatically tell I'm new. It's like I have a stamp on my forehead.

"Thanks." Sure enough there is a building that has a few trees line up in front. This must be the main store. With every building there's a certain appeal and this one features large windows that reach to the sky.

I enter the first store and my eyes pop. There are dresses everywhere. From Oscar worthy dresses to barely covering. I really like the look of the soft blue dresses on the corner but my mind tugs at me. People here are already questioning me. Everyone here isn't a whore but I need to fit in more so my personality doesn't give me away. I decide that I'm going to be between edgy and casual so I can keep the beloved combat boots I came here with.

When I 'check out' I stuff the load of clothes onto the counter. Newcomers get a free load but other people have to be checked carefully. Apparently there's a lot of kleptomaniacs here. I'm not even sure how the money system here works.

"This is your first free shopping experience here. There are many other clothes stores to visit and also some furniture for your dorm. If you happen to be killed we take everything. But, I don't think you'll be too worried when you're officially dead." The cashier says while he bags the items. I'm positive the words he just told me he has said thousands of times before. He is rather bored as he hands me the bags. I'm not even sure how I'm going to carry it all. His expression changes when he catches my eye.

"Have I seen you before?" He asks.

"What?"

"I swear I've seen you before but you've never been in here." He persists.

"Maybe at a party?" I suggest. Something about this makes me uncomfortable.

"That's not it. I swear that you look very familiar."

Even with his innocent question my stomach started to feel very uneasy.