Sleeping With Calamity

Before

I traced the ink on her back. She said that when she turned 16 she had decided she wasn't growing anymore, after not growing since she was around 10, that she would finally get a tattoo. Bat wings stayed on her shoulder blades, one perfect while the other torn and broken. "The represent me. I'm fixed yet broken. Never to fly again." She whispered in the dark the night I first fully saw them. "My parents didn't care. My body, my decision type deal."

"What if you regretted in when your older? Or if it gets ruin, like the small chance you'll grow?"
"Well then it's fault."

I nodded and wrapped my arm around her back. I kissed her forehead and stared out the window, watching the night sky. "Cal? What are you?"

"A monster. Nothing more than a monster."

"That can't be true, you're sweet."
"And you're blue. Stop lying to yourself."

She got up and shook her head. She walked to the window and sighed before walking back over and grabbing my hand, "Come on."

Crumbling brick and graffiti, "Turn left...Now right...okay now see that sign up there? Yeah, turn there. It's the big black building, pull around back." I stayed silent while she gave the directions. I didn't know what was going on but clearly she did. We pulled up to small building, it looked almost circular. With a domed roof and black, black brick the building seemed almost eerie, but the flowers growing around it gave off happier vibes. Muffled music came from inside and I thought I heard yelling, possibly screaming. "Are you sure this is safe."

"No. But have some fun."

"Cal, are you crazy?"

"Obviously"

She pushed the door open and grabbed my hand dragging me inside, there was a bang of the door from behind us. Smoke filled the room, it was hard to see, hard to breathe. I knew not to cough, in place like this weakness means danger. She walked to a back room and for a moment I thought I lost her, but there she was again. With her smile that could kill.

I was warned about the drugs they sell on the streets, the ones you could slip into my drink, and the ones that might become appealing to my eyes; however, they never prepared me for the one that comes with a smile. Her smile. She had me lost with one glimpse, a hyponymic glance. I was under a spell, time went by and I never noticed, I watched her laugh slip through her teeth. Puffs of smoke left her pink, pink lips effortlessly, I wondered how many times she had done this before. How many times she just showed up places and fit in. Her pink, pink lips curled into a wicked, bullet smile. Her pink, pink lips laugh and bring everybody close to her, closer and closer. Wicked smile, bullet flesh tongue. She had a way with words that you never understood but had to listen, couldn't stop listening.

***

"You're no fun. Last night you just sat around and did nothing."

"I wouldn't say nothing. I did things"
"Other than watching me like a hawk, no you did nothing."

"Cal, I care about. I didn't know those people."
"Purple hair, April. Tall with the cross tattoo, Damon. Like shrimp boy, Dex. That's all. Wait, no, Black hair with the piercing and tattoos, Luna."

I sighed and walked off, I didn't want to fight, she did. Her angry eyes glared back at me, I knew wasn't going to give up easily, "Cal, stop. Knowing there names isn't going to make me know them any better. I don't care to know their names either. I don't care for any of this shit." She looked at me and got, she started walking away before turning and raising her hand to me her middle finger up. She walked out, her hair whipped behind her. Drama Queen.