The True Lives Of The Fabulous Kill Joys

Part 13- Coffee Tastes Good In The Dark

Ef went out to fix the car after a while and MK and Gee were still debating, so I was alone. (Dont even ask me where Ar is, if I knew Id be with him.)

I walk around the room, pretending Im not there. I scan the walls and spot a small outline of something, like a door. I look around, nobody is paying attention to me.

"OKAY! I give up- I do!" I hear Gee shout.

I almost jump out of my skin. I notice he isnt shouting at me and I turn back to the door. In a swift move I open it and close it behind me.

I turn around the survey the room I stepped into. Its dark, the lights are off and there are no windows. I trace my hands across the wall, searching for a switch or a source of light. My hands touch a long heavy object and I tug at it, pulling it off the wall. I gasp as it comes off, its heavy, I mustve broken it...

I feel along it until I reach a switch, I push it. I almost drop the item with a squeal as it lights up. The room is bathed in an eery glow as I survey it. It is covered in cloths and materials, in the back are some weapons but the front is covered in clothes. I sit down on a pile of cloth, as the room is tiny I dont need to explore, I just need some quiet.

I lean back and get comfortable, still clutching at my mug of warm coffee. Hopefully I can get some of my normal life back, even just for a minute. I turn off the torch and sip on the coffee that is now close to cold. I stare at the blackness, slightly happy to be reminded of my past life, even though it was only a few days ago.

I wonder how Ace is doing, is she sad that Im gone? Does she think Im dead? Although she was strict, she was my best friend and gave me food when I ran out... It was for the best, I escaped from the teacher, whose name I cant remember, who is probably dead. I shrug, only for my own amusement. Its weird not being the craziest one anymore, the one who was the rebel, the cool one. The cool one with no friends.

I put my cup on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. It is nice being alone again, yet sightly off putting. I was alone before, yet now I crave some sort of attention, or something. Something is missing. I sigh, biting on my cheeks.

I see spark in my vision as it is so dark and empty, so I stay quiet and watch the fireworks show. I try and name each colour as it flashes over my vision in an explosion. After a few seconds I realise that Im hallucinating and that I should probably blink. I blink off the colour and curse myself for trailing off into insanity.

After a while of quiet my eyelids flutter, flutter, closed.

Someone is shouting and I wake abruptly. A moment later I open my eyes, met by a huge pair of glassy olive blinkers.

"Shes here!" Gee shouts and I pull a face, still tired.

"What?" I groan.

"You have been gone all night at we got worried you left or something because of earlier. Im so sorry!"

"What?" I repeat in the same tone.

"You obviously fell asleep and we didnt know where you were!"

He grabs my hand, dragging me to my feet and I shake my head, clearing it of fluff. I practically am lifted out of the closet and placed in front of the guys.

"Where were you, we were worried?" MK says dramatically.

"Sorry, mum." I groan, trying to tame my hair a little.

"We panicked, a lot." Ef says.

"Well, everyone was fighting and I havent had peace for a while. I needed some space. I fell asleep!"

Gee steps out in a line with them, facing me like a wall. He crosses his arms like its

"Its not my fault! I havent done anything like this before. With barely any sleep and double- no triple the action, Im surprised I havent died!"

"That was a stupid thing to do, you didnt tell anyone!" Ar shouts.

"Dont shout at me! Ive never done anything like this! I still dont really know how to shoot a gun! Do you expect me to fit in immediately, or at all?"

"I doubt you are even trying." Gee scoffs.

I bite on my lip, stopping myself from crying. Theyre so bitter towards me...

"We are keeping you alive!"

I hold eye contact for a moment before turning on my heels and storming into the cupboard again. I find a chair and ram it up under the handle, locking the door.

"Ill show you not trying..." I shout.

There are some muffled shouts as the door shakes. After a while the shakes die down and the door barely moves. I turn and survey the room Im stuck in. At the far wall, there are many guns. Theres my gun and a copy of all the guns. There is also a few other guns, a silver and white one, a neon green and hot pink one, a black and white one...

I stroke my hand over the guns, checking whether they are on or not. It calms me down as I attempt not to scream, punch, cry or shoot something. Who would have thought looking at guns would stop me shooting something... I sigh, turning around and picking up some of the fabrics that are strewn across the floor. I fold them up and lie down on the floor, its the middle of the night after all.

"Let me in! Im sorry." Someone is shouting, out of breath, voice muffled through the door.

I ignore it, close my eyes, and attempting to sleep. The rhythmic knocking sends me into a light sleep, where dreams can take over.