Living In The Night

flashback

I woke up in the same booth at this party that I always do. This time, however, I was in the arms of a man who was a stranger to me. I studied his face he wasn't from around here, and sure as hell was new to California.

Then it clicked in my head again, this was the boy a met last week and stuck around with. A friend. He was older than me and we didn't like like eachother, he just kept me along with him for the past week. He was pretty mysterious looking, dangerous looking too, like me. The Motorcycle Boy in the flesh. He chuckled and looked down at me.

"We share the same look in our eyes, ya know that?" He reminded me of a memory that hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes.

Flashback

I was sitting at home in Rhode island, 13 years old, and contemplating, planning, and scheming. I'm not worth anything here. Just then my dad came in and unplugged the television.

"I'm sick of you moping around. You're such a little shit!" He grabbed my arm and hoisted me up.

"Well you're the one who raised me!" I snapped.

"I will not be talked to like that in my own house! I am you're father!"

I started tearing up, "no, you're my druggie-deadbeat-blood-relative who i have no choice but to live with!"

"Just cry about it. Thats what you always do, and that's all you'll ever be able to do. The water that flows out of those 'oh so beautiful eyes' that everyone loves because they're so broken! I thought maybe one day you'll drown in those tears. They're all you busy, blinded by your 'vibes' to realise you're just a little shit!" My father screamed.

Then I snapped. I spat in his face and he pushed me towards the window and let me fall to my death.

As I was falling, I saw something different. Every item that was red, had a glow to it. A red pickup truck drove by and it was all glowy. Splat, I hit the concrete. But I got up. I saw the glowing red liquid stain. The rain was pouring hard. I looked at my rejection in a puddle. There was new tiny red steak in each eye and my hair was tinted a slight red in some of it. My lips turned into a shade of purple from being outside in the ice cold pouring rain.

I couldn't stay here.

I began my long journey. All the way to California. I stopped at parties for warmth, food, and a place to crash. Only 13 I thought too myself.

end of flashback

Now I'm 14. I made it here 4 months ago.

"But my eyes are weird. " I reminded.

"The reason I let you stick around is because I can see the red steaks in your eyes."

" See you in New York" He got up.

"New York?!?" I shouted after him.

"New York, New York."

And with that, I was alone again.