This place is disgusting, a corpse of what it used to be. The earth beneath us caked in dirt, dust, and grime. The people that dwell there awaken and wipe the filmy layer off their luke-warm eyes.
There is some here I love, some who fear me, and some who wish I was dead. I didn't ask for this, no one asks for this. You're born into it. You grew up oblivious and sheltered, then one day the evil reality of this place hits you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet. If this were a movie, I would ride off in some blood-red sunset down the stretch of the desert road into the wasteland that keeps us captive here, but this isn't a movie, this is my reality.
I shake my head from the insidious thoughts creeping in and toss the cigarette butt to the ground. Spitting on it and grind it into the cracked earth with my black boots, the sand starts to swirl up into little devils and graze against my legs, hinting a storm is settling in.
Casting my eyes up, I glance one last time at the work that was just completed. Tilting my head to the side, I read, 'What may be easy on the eyes, may not always be as easy on the mind', freshly painted in dripping black ink. I always have despised this place, the welcoming sign like a siren, luring the dreamers in. A new life should be at the bottom of your list when you touch foot in this hellhole.
I hop back on my hog. Squeezing the clutch and kicking the stand off the ground, the bike soon roars to life as I take off down the forgotten roads of Arizona. The warm air panting on my face as numerous blank buildings blur past me. Thunder growls at me, challenging me to beat it in our race. The heat rolling off in waves as the distance that I have yet to concur, disintegrates .
My foot drags against the worn pavement as the bike skids to a stop. I kill the engine and lift my gaze to the flickering neon lights of the building. A drunken S.S is passed out in a bush beside the Atomic bar's doors. 'How cute, a welcoming home party for me', I sneer to myself. I grip my hands on the bike to steady myself while my leg swings over to meet the other.
A heavy stream of rain begins to pour down, causing my hair to dampen. I drag my legs, walking up to the old wooden front, catching a glimpse of smoke curling out from under the door. My fingers wrap around the grimy handle, dragging it aside to see the dim lighting. My eyes adjusting in the hazy room and settling to the familiar bar set up and the usuals, their body weight resting on their forearms as they urge for something stronger.
"Well if it isn't the firecracker herself," a voice echoes through the bar.
My head jerks toward the dartboard, where two lanky figures stand.
"Aww, did you miss me, Pooky ?" I find myself smirking.
The bigger of the two scoffs, shaking their head in disappointment.
"And when did you become such a mother-hen, Axel? Making sure I'm always being such a good little girl." My lips quirk up as I tsk.
"When you were dragged, half unconscious, to the asylum. I don't understand why they even let you go. It's not like you somehow became an 'angel' over the summer." Axel bluntly replies.
At that moment, the other idiot decides to butt in, "That would only happen when hell freezes over!" Max explains. The two giggle at each other, they high five excitedly. Wow, very manly, I can feel their testosterone hanging in the room heavily. I mentally roll my eyes at the so-called gang members in front of me.
"I haven't been here for what, ten minutes? And you two are already yapping in my ears like little school girls. That really hurts my feelings." I whine with my hand against my heart. I'm obviously faking because they don't mean most of the things they say. Hehe, my black heart actually, because I am pretty much an emotionless bitc--.
"BLAZE. Earth to the evil troll!" Max obnoxiously waves his hands in front of my face.
"Troll? Do I look like I have a freakin' pink afro on my head?!" My right hand angerly points to my black, twisted curls. As my left hand's fingers wrap around the fabric of Max's tee-shirt into a tight fist. Before my right fist can embed its knuckles into the flesh of Max's cheek, a voice interrupts me.
"Woah, easy there killer. You just got here, show some sibling love to Maddog and Axel." A deep voice speaks amused. With my back still turned to the intruder, I could already tell who that voice belonged to. Both my hands drop to my sides and a big grin spreads upon my lips, I turn and charge towards the laughing figure.
"KFC! My man, how you doin'?" I wrap my arm around my friend's neck and I ruffle his hair. To my surprise, he licks his finger and sticks it in my ear making me release him out of my chokehold.
"Hey, that's cheating," I frown. "This isn't WWE, Kasey."
"You have never played fair before, B." Kasey smirks.
KFC has always been here with me since the beginning, his parent gave him the funny initials because of their uncle's, sister's, niece's, cousin's, best friend use to watch the dog of the Colonel's, brother's, kid's, kid. I know quite a story to tell curious minds but his family claims it's true. He use to try and have people just call him Kasey but there is no point now. The best part about his nickname is that he despises fried chicken, especially KFC.
"BWhahahha, me? Unfair? You must have had a lack of air at birth, dude." I wheeze at my own joke.
"Really? So when you were at my Grandmother's bingo night, you didn't sabotage the game so you could win a free toaster?" He accuses.
"Wh- how- I would never do such a thing." I try to say confidently as I slightly stutter.
"Or pinch our nipples to escape when we try to have a serious conversation with you?" Axel questions. Geez, he is starting to look like a mother, by the way he is standing with his arms crossed and tapping his foot impatiently.
"How about the time you put a bag over my head to--"
"OK, ok, I can be unfair at times," I turn red at all the facts. "But you are all lucky to have me in your lives to keep you on your toes."
~* To start, hello my munchkins, I sit here leaning back in my cheap ass chair. With my chubby bunny laying on my lap and me rubbing my hands together evilly.
*The Italicised part, in the beginning, is one of my favorite quotes by Halsey that I messed around with because It fits in so perfectly.
* Also, S.S is short for the gang, Scorched Skulls ~ H.B ;3
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Romance"Trouble doesn't find you, Diesel, you look for it. Tearing everything in your path, no matter who or what comes in your way!" I seethed at him, keeping my eyes challengingly on his emeralds. His head comes down, towering over me, casting me deeper...
