Good Drugs

Guns & Pistols

*Turn on your audio* Song by Hippie Sabotage- Righteous

How did you pull the sunset back?
So I'd find myself lost in your shadow.
How did you put the mountain in your eyes
So I'd feel like I can't breathe in heights of your elevation.
What tools did you use to shape my heart?
So I'd break, alone, crying.
How did we let time waste,
So now I know you're my best disappointment.

Humming birds flutter until their red taints bleed into the ethereal blues. They are a voice worth saving, like their fragile tiny wings that sing. Frequencies to the soul, free to roam. Garden goddesses, in a world too cruel.

I sat in the dark watching the dust align the cylinder shaped room, feeling like a hummingbird. It felt like I was carrying the weight of my body and disappointment in a fragile cased heart.

Everything lay open before Len and I, Maya's bag, Dean's things, and even some stowaway critters who had snuggled into the bags of clothing, but still we had nothing.

There wasn't a clue, not even a hint of something suspicious.

Was I losing my mind? Did I not see a gun earlier buried and neatly tucked away in Dean's cargo?

"This is a lot of toys for one girl" Len noted, as he stuffed Maya's things back into her pink bag.

My hands traced the outline of her rubber ducky, and I smiled, "yeah he loves her, and spoils her" I chuckled.

I sighed, throwing my hands up, suddenly feeling less betrayed, "maybe he's the good guy" I whispered, quietly.

Len groaned, getting up slowly, "He's still a liar" he pointed out, "if he was someone we could trust, then we wouldn't be doing this," he said, gesturing to all the belongings we had ransacked.

The goosebumps on my arms, seem to multiply as I thought about it. Yes Dean had secrets, but who was I to take it personally?

His life and the things his father had done, had shaped him to be someone with little trust and deep down I knew that our actions wasn't helping.

"Did you put everything back exactly how it was?" I asked concerned.

Len nodded, "yes Cleo" he swore.

The tightened and uneasy feeling in my chest loosened.

Len rubbed his grumbling stomach, "I hope he went to go get some fucking food" he complained.

My eyes surveyed the place, at first glance it looked like nothing worth mentioning, but it also had a homely vibe, with fresh flowers, simple touches, and art that conjured depth and feeling.

The door opened. Len and I jumped, feeling caught.

"I brought food" Dean frowned unhappily, as he and Maya walked in.

"Chicken, potatoes!" Maya announced raising her hands.

Len didn't need to be told twice. He happily took the food out of Dean's hand.

Dean ignored me, his cold demeanor almost childish as he focused all his attention on Maya.

"There's no food places within miles, where did the food come from?" I asked.

Dean's eyes furrowed, the darkness charring with crackling displeasure, "If you don't want to eat then don't" he hissed.

I was thrown back by his attitude and cutting tone, "I'm just asking questions! It's not fair how much Len and I have had to sacrifice for you and you can't even tell us the truth!" I shot back.