"Fuck. Shit"
I muttered with a joint hanging from my lips while trying to spark up an old red bic lighter. I hated and loved the way my thumbs were callused and raw from sparking lighters, proof I have a tolerance to nicotine and marijuana that anyone could challenge. Eventually I sparked it up enough to light up the end of the pretty little pre roll.Inhaling deep as fuck and exhaling slowly, I glare at myself in the jagged mirror hanging adjacent to the window frame, where I'm sitting.
"What do you want?"
I flipped the doppelgänger off and rolled my eyes, amused and annoyed that this reflection was my only friend.
"Faggot."
Internalized homophobia? I wasn't sure. I know I don't hate himself for finding men attractive. That was a milestone that had long since been overcome. I was just confused over why I liked a man- why I liked anyone all of a sudden. Surely I don't want to. What's so special about Raymond anyways?
He's a werewolf. That's kind of special, I guess.
After another few hits and a quick coughing fit I figured that wasn't necessarily a good kind of special.
I frowned and stood up, placing the joint gently onto a wooden ash tray then fumbling around for my phone that'd been thrown somewhere in a rage.
message to: cast
can i have his number 4:37cast
whose number 👀 4:37i'll kill u 4:39
cast:
o ma gawd here 4:41
###-###-####thanks. don't ever say that again. 4:42
cast:
have fun 😛 4:42I stared at the number for awhile, twiddling my thumbs and chewing on my bottom lip. I could feel the burn in my thumbs from sparking the lighter. After all this time they were still so fucking delicate. My focus was regained when I almost hit send.
new message to: ###-###-####
heyThis was not a good idea.
I deleted the message and then retyped it with a period. Better.
I closed his eyes and let my thumb hit the screen, the swoosh echoed throughout the room. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed, tasting the weed and seeing all of my regrets.
"My god, I do hate myself."
Without realizing I had clicked on Marcus's contact. He was always somehow back in my recents.
hey. you have my jacket 4:50
I meant to sound like I was asking him but it was more of a factual statement. Another fact is this wasn't going to end well either, I could feel it. I was setting myself up though, and I damn well know that.
When I didn't get a reply in the next five minutes I sighed and threw my phone, it crashed into the mirror, and undoubtedly breaking it further. I didn't bother to check.
I picked up the joint and walked back over to the window.
I am not a good idea.
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Werewolfseptember, 2021- UNDERGOING EDITING. ~ Lukas Vesper An eighteen year old with ink written boldly across his scarred skin. Not being able to kill bad habits is a bad habit of his, while breaking rules is his most prideful talent. You won't hear Lukas...