Basketcase

Marissa

Chapter Thirteen

A blurred brightness poked a spot in the covered darkness, an annoying blindness spotting only a dot on my eye. An abrupt and widening yawn clicked my left jaw, popping suddenly. My eyes snapped open and I shut my mouth slowly. My arms stretched; circulating up over my head; and I rolled over onto my stomach, tightening and opening my eyes, twisting my neck to the left. The blanket casually bunched in my view, I hitched myself on my elbow; another empty free space. I twisted my neck over my shoulder, reflecting a similar scene. I rolled over onto my back sighing, glaring at the glazing red numbers 6:07 falling near the lit windows with the letters PM following. Trudging off the blanket, my legs slipped off the side of the bed and hit the floor. My body hunched over, straightening and popping left then right as I headed over into the kitchen. A white branded mug sat on a island counter top and the fridge inched open. I glared at the fridge and kicked it, blinking plainly, reaching my hand back to the counter and took the cup. My body crouched and leaned back on the island walls, clinking inwards as it slid down   onto a warming surface. "Dang... Marissa," I mumbled, cupping the mug to my lips and covering my nose and breathed in the odourless drink. I sighed dryly before taking a slip. Lowering the mug into my lap, I nodded my neck back against the inner wall, lightly resting my head against the heated wall. I cycled the saliva in my mouth, ridding the bitter and uncomforting taste, that spiked my taste buds. I knocked my head back once more causing something to click from behind and inch open; pressuring me forwards. I lifted the weight of my head off the wall and twisted my neck to the opening. I reach my arm up to the stool and left the mug as I shifted in a full circle, facing the hidden cabinet.

I folded my legs, cross leggedly, and piled open the door widely. A cool and comforting rush seeped out from the imbedded rectangular hitched with shelved of multi-coloured, sized and shaped, "Bottles?" I observed. I squinted my eyes towards the tiny engraving, "Firefly, Barbie Vodka, Joose, Grey Goose..." I read, lifting it from shelf and popped the top. I brought the tiny nozzle to my nose, inhaling deeply but the blockage of before denied all access. I sighed deep and brought the tip to my mouth, tipping up-side-down with my neck prompted back.

A piercing stream stretched down from my throat to my lips as the liquid trailed down quickly leaving a lingering burn across my mouth. My body reacted choking coughs to be-rid the daggering taste of hatred. I shook my head furiously, fidgetly placing the bottom beside my and anxiously grabbing the mug from the chair and filling my mouth greedily and shallowed. I switched glasses and rolled the bottle over to its back;

Calories (kcal)    69

Energy (kj)         288

Fats                   0 g

Carbohydrates   0 g

Protein               0 g

Fiber                  0 g

Sugars               0 g

Cholesterol        0 mg

Sodium              0 mg

Alcohol              11.3 g

I placed the empty bottle and the mug back onto the chair and kneel flattly in front of the removing one of every different bottle. I rolled them onto their bellies and remarked the sugar levels.

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"Miss Berke?"

I tucked the loose bangs behind my left ear and shifted my head over, "Yes Calvin?" I asked, directing my attention.

"We coming to your destination," he informed, his mellow old fashion formality even present in the situation. A genuine smile spread upon my lips as my eyes peered down to the blaring multi-coloured lights, even one thousand feet above the city, "you should probably depart soon."

I shined my smile towards him and chuckling mildly, tucking the bang away again, "Oh Cal," I cooed, "You should learn be a bit more edgy, try to take risks, for a change," I encouraged, hissing the 'S' in risks.

"Edgy?" he repeated my words, taken back by the word itself causing myself to laugh once more. "Oh but Miss Berke," he urged kindly, lightly crumpling his hands to fists.

I calmed myself, shaking off his curious thought of the word, "Yes Cal," I smiled, "I know," I told him knowingly flashing my smile once more.

An alerting beeping sounded near the pilots den, in which Calvin's hand began to twitch, "Miss Berke," he insisted, lightly gesturing his left hand.

"Just a few more seconds..." I trailed, the lingering silent moments crucially known, "Okay! See ya Cal!" I waved quickly, slamming open the door in the process and jumped out.

The lagging execs of the jumper blew up, setting me off upwards past the chopper by a meter. I tucked in my arms and straightened my legs, causing a drop, and fell past the automobile, slicing dryly through. Only seconds mattered, and inches were more comparable to meters. The lights emerged more defiantly and the city lights crept closer, the fall much shorter as the distance closed. The defiant detail more lenient towards a resort as the neon rides broke out and blazed through and the resort itself, standing amongst the rest clearly. "Oh my god, it's Disney World..." I breathed, fogging my the masking mouth piece. My eyes shut and opened immediately, blinking multiple times after, focusing on the roof top. The magnified view, I caught a glimpse of a body figment on the flat top near a boxed entrance. "Is that..." I trailed squinting my eye towards the figure, "Oh my god..." I flung my armed open and legs directed out into a starfish maneuver releasing my parachute at seven hundred feet.

I slowly drifted down, floating side to side, direction towards the roof. I flattened my feet and tensed slightly, clenching my teeth and biting a small bit on tongue. The gravity jolt pierced the clump of tongue I'd bitten and my jaw released as my weight came to be controlled. I trolled on forward and unhinged the shoot, allowing it to float on its own. "Ha! I knew it was you!" I greeted happily whipping my hair around and tucking it over my ear. "Ryan!" I cheered smiling.

"Hi-ya Marz burr..." she slurred, winking blindly and wobbling a wave.

"Ryan?" I asked becoming suspicious, "What's up?" I said, "Normally You’d be waiting inside for me, what are you doing outside? Are you High or something?" I asked, nearing our distance and approaching her more directly, Ryan?"

I crouched down to her slump sitting body, effortlessly prompted against the uncomfortable brick. I placed my hand on her nearest left shoulder. Her smile twitched greedily, showing her teeth, "Whaaaa?" she asked widely opening her mouth and breathing excessively.

A puff of ghastly alcohol poisoned air blew in my face, unhooking the bang on my left ear. "Gah! Ryan!" I coughed, waving the hand near my nose and mouth, "What the hell is this? When did you start drinking?"

"I whaaa?" she replied, throwing her arm around in a mess.

"Blah, okay, we need to get you inside," I insisted, continuing my fanning motion. I stood up and walking over to the lying chute on the roof. I folded the sheet inwards twice and rolled it quickly into a tight roll. I stuffed it under my left arm and returned to the beast assisting her to stand. I hugged my arm around her waist, pulling her to my side, her feet tangled easily tangling. I yanked open the metal door and held it open with my hip, glancing at the turned staircase steeping down. I sighed mildly, chuckling to the moans and aches beside me. I threw over the chute roll and gave full support to the careless girl beside me; walking her to and down the stairs. I sat her on the floor in front of the elevator, pressing the down arrow, and turned to the chute; partly unraveled. “Look Rye," I told her, "When we get to your room we’re gonna put you straight to bed,” I said, I smiled once more, “Like really Ryan I thought you-”

A white light peered through as the elevator emerged and open in the background before and revealing five gorgeous figures. The tension and feel left my body releasing my grasped on everything, raising my fingers to my cheeks. Holy shit...