7 Minutes in Heaven | Grayson Dolan

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grayson

(the minute before)

i watched the girl take the see through glass bottle into her pale looking hands delicately. she handled it with grace, staring at it in awe.

i hear a guy whoop and cheer her on, but her expression of worry and fear doesn't fade in the slightest. i can almost feel her sticky palms as she blinks at the red duck tape cross in the middle of the circle.

a blonde girl sitting on her knees next to her nudges her softly with her elbow. she giggles drunkly and i look back down at my own bare knees.

the circle of people just seemed to keep growing as more and more teens sat down at waited for their turn.

the music was turned up even louder than before and the heavy scent of alcohol and weed swayed through the breeze of the night air.

the terrace wood under my backside felt uncomfortable but i wouldn't dare stand up. i felt hazy and tipsy, sick to my stomach. i could throw up on the guy sitting next to me.

i watched and analyzed her every single move of her fingers. she takes in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling along.

she leans forward, places the bottle on the cross and i see her fingers tremble as she lets go of it for a split second. i can see her fingerprints on the clean glass and a tear fall from her eye.

her ring finger wraps around the bottleneck, her blue ribbon on it giving off a matte light that radiated from the lanterns that stood all over the terrace.

she spins the bottle, the necks' open top tracing circles into the air. she leans back, body tightening as she clenches her jaw, a strict line appearing by her cheekbones.

the bottle spins slower, as if someone had been fooling around with the slow motion function on imovie and was turning the speed down.

i see two bottle tops now, my head stirs awake as i shake it. my hands feel clammy and sweaty, my heart beat quickens. i cannot feel any breath i take reach my lungs.

she clamps a hand over her open mouth. the bottle is completely out of my sight. i blink hard. ethan nudges me. i look at him, his face lightening.

"go get her, bro.", he slurs as he gives me a thumbs up and a big dirty smirk. i cannot comprehend what is happening around me as i look back down at the floor, the bottle top facing my direction.

i look back at the girl, her panic officially taking over her body. her shivers made me worried. i stand up slowly, her copying me like a mirror image.

we follow the trail that the others have taken to what used to seem like the master bedroom. whistles, cheers and laughs is all i can hear, far away and annoying.

she walks in first, taking smaller steps than she just did a second ago. i stay rooted in the door frame as i look over my shoulder.

i can still see ethan, his eyebrows raised and his mouth twitched into a smile. i couldn't find myself smiling back as i walked into the room and heard the door being locked behind me.

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hope u guys enjoyed that intro to this short story that i came up with whilst watching anime. i love myself, holy fuck.

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