Heroin

chapter 13

"Jean!" Marco cried from the next room, and my knees started to shake. My feet somehow managed to guide me there, but the smell was so horrifying that I almost couldnt breathe. From the hallway, I could see Jean slumped against a wall, his eyes were glazed over, and barely open, but he was moving them. He couldnt speak though. He couldnt speak. I forced myself to walked further into the room, my eyes glued to Marcos back as he cried into Jeans chest. I could feel that he was trying not to look at me. There was no Albert. But to my right was a bed without a frame, the single matress placed on the ground, and pillows falling off the edge.

Levi was naked on the bed.

I almost didnt understand. I didnt understand at all.

I thought: Hes sleeping.

I thought: He likes to sleep naked.

I thought: Why is he covered in bruises?

Small bruises covered his waist, what could only be finger prints, and one leg was over the other, the way he normally sleeps, but I could still see that there were identical finger-print-bruises on his dick. There were hickeys on his neck, and bite marks on his thighs that were so deep that blood stained the sheets. He didnt look right... down there...

I thought: I dont think that hole is supposed to be that big...

I climbed onto the bed beside him, and Marco called 9-1-1. I could see the panic in Jeans eyes, but he still couldnt say anything. I moved Levi's leg down, so I didnt see the thick white liquid running down the back of it from between his legs, out of the too-big-hole.

"I-I dont know- Hes- hes- No im sober.." I could hear Marco from the other room, crying into the phone.

I pulled the covers up to Levis waist, because thats the way he sleeps at night, with the covers to his waist, because its hot outside and he cant afford air conditioning. He puts his arms around me so im comfortable without the covers to my chin.

"H-hes alive- b-but he cant talk- nono- I need to get off the phone- ... I cant-... please hurry." Marco begged.

I am alive... my heart is beating against my chest so hard i know it might just break.

I wrap my arms around Levis waist like I do, and lay my head against his chest. "I love you too...." I whispered as tears ran down my cheeks and onto his pale chest. Footsteps entered the house, sirens wailing louder than Marcos screams, and my sobbing.

And Levi is cold.