Throttle The Ignition

17. 'Cause The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You

Instantly I broke away from Fun Ghoul, looking around for Poison.

Yep, Poison.

He’d caught us kissing- just when I’d told him I don’t like Ghoul that way…

Crap, crap, crap…

“Crap, crap, crap…” I muttered to myself as I leave Fun Ghoul looking uber confused and super embarrassed, running of in the direction I think Poison went.

“Party Poison?!” I yell tears forming in my eyes at the prospect that I’d left our relationship in tatters once again.

First Poison was angry at me, and now just as we’ve made up again (thanks to Dr Deathdefying) I go and ruin it with kissing Fun Ghoul.

What the hell happened back their? What in fuck came over me?! I kissed Fun Ghoul! Kissed him! Oh, god, I can’t believe it- or me.

Stupid me and my stupid tears…

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tried hard not to think about the kiss.

Right now I have to focus on finding Party Poison and explaining what the hell happened.

It sure ain’t as hell what Poison must have seen.

Just a friendly embrace between friends.

Yep, that’s it.

Because I’m not at all attracted to Ghoul. Not at all. He’s just a friend…

I convince myself as I run along, small droplets of salty tears running out of my eyes, voice hoarse with screaming Poison’s name which gets carried away by the winds every time.

Soon my lungs start burning; my legs start aching; I have to stop.

I lie, panting on the hot, thinking of Poison when I see something stir behind a lone bush a few metres away. I squint my eyes and look out, calling out Poison’s name

“Poison, is that you? Poison…?” I asked, getting up and gasping as I see the outline of an arm or something moving behind the bush.

It must be Poison!

I run towards the bush, glad I’ve found Poison.

But it’s not Poison behind the bush.

Oh, no. Someone much different.

Someone who goes by the name Korse.

I just have the time to scream a shrill, loud scream before behind me a Dracs hand clomps down hard on my mouth, splitting my lip and leaving blood trailing down my chin like I’ve just sucked someone’s blood like a vampire. Three other Dracs get up from their crouched positions behind the bush with Korse as he laughs, stabbing a tranquilliser in my arm like before, smirking still as I start to drift off to sleep and begin to end my struggling and muted screams.

I distinctly remember being pulled and pushed roughly to a van sort of thing with my half closed lids blurring everything around me.

I fall unconscious in the van but every twist, turn and bump is imprinted in my mind and on my body.