The Sky Is F@#$ing Purple

Chapter 3: This Is Home

Waking up on a Saturday noon is normally something you look forward to after a long week. But I woke up in a cold sweat. The sun felt nice on my skin, the light being sifted through the leafy branches of our tree, but the sky that laid behind it still brought worry and anxiety to me.

I felt at ease knowing I could just shut my window, leaving only the warm hue of the rising sun to rest against my smooth (and razor burnt) skin. I groggily throw my blanket off of my body and grab my phone. I only have one text message. 'Venus☠️'. I saved her contact with a skull emoji, it fits pretty well, in my opinion!

'text me your address when you're ready.' is all that she sent to me. She's not the most enthusiastic text messenger, but I can't say I blame her. I respond with a more positive 'will do! uwu'. No response.

Slowly getting out of bed, I drag myself to my desk and touch myself up. I throw on a bit more eye makeup, brush my hair out, and change into a fresh outfit. I don't feel like doing the whole shorts and long socks ordeal, so sweatpants will do for today. Although... maybe I should have invested in some bulletproof vests or metallic armor, considering Venus is coming over to visit.

God, I'm already beginning to regret ever asking her to come over. It's only been an hour since I woke up.

I would absolutely love to stall right now, I really would. But I literally have nothing else to do today but tell Venus where I live. I know that this is something we need to do, and I feel like, despite Venus's reaction, she'll agree that this is our only option. Its the only control we'd have over this literal universal change.

'990 North Delta St. it's the house with the big tree in the front'

'got it. omw'

'should i ask my mom if we should order a pizza or smthn?'

'i like the way you think😈'

What in the absolute fuck was that emoji supposed to mean? Yeah actually, that takes my mind off of everything else. How am I supposed to interpenetrate that emoji??? This is how I die. She's actually going to murder me. She's gonna grow cute little demon horns and shish-kebab me with her demon-claws.

Ugh... I need to calm my imagination down. I'm already ill at ease contemplating that Venus is on her way to my house. I sleep here, man... I sit in the living room and watch the window, the purple sky being the backdrop of it all; The cherry on top of my tension.

. . .

She's here. Time just dragged by like a dehydrated snail, I felt every second come and go. I'm sure anxiously waiting around like this isn't so good for my health, but what else can I do.

A run-of-the-mill car pulls in to our driveway. Venus opens the door, more calmly than I would suspect, and steps down onto the ground. Her boot meets the floor like its one of those western movies. I wouldn't be surprised if she was strapped with a peacekeeper at this point.

The car drives away. Venus coolly strides over to the front door. I can see that her nails are painted matte black, as she makes a menacing fist and pounds on the door. Even though we have a doorbell.

My hands, naturally, shake from agitation as I pull the door open, "H-hey Venus".

She flashes an evil grin, really showing off how sharp her incisors are, and says "Yo", with a slightly sinister voice.

"I guess you're, uh... happy to see me...?"

"Sure", she chuckles, "I don't have anything better to do, I guess". She shuts the door behind her.