The night is dull. Cryptic, if I must say.
I lay on a small rustic-colored recliner, my head spinning and my thoughts drowning. I shouldn't have been somewhere like this. It brought out my devious inner demons that I try so hard to inclose.
Skeet is close by, chatting with peers and constantly peeking over at me to make sure I was okay. He was somewhat sweet. I could say that much.
"You good?" He makes me jump. I wasn't expecting his voice to appear so close. "Ha, did I scare you." I glimpse into his bloodshot eyes and can smell the marijuana scaling his skin.
"Not gonna lie, a lil' bit." I close my eyes and titter. "A lil' bit."
He sits on the ground beside me and looks up at the ceiling, blocking out the noise just as I did. "Want to go somewhere?"
"Like where? Retard."
His reaction is dramatic whilst his mouth forms a distinct circle and his eyebrows scrunch together strikingly. "Excuse me? Just somewhere close Fefe. Fucking, let's walk around."
"Fefe?" I can't help but laugh. He was funny. "Let's go. But imma need a cigarette first."
Our eyes fix, and his plump lips smirk in such way that only made me feel warmer. "I got you. I'll show you a little creek around the corner." He reaches for my hand and I dare to take it. Barreling out of the door and into the dark night.
The cracked roads seem to never end. A tall willow tree is nearby, shaking with the wind; I hear the mellow crickets creaking all around me, and I felt at peace knowing I was back in the real world.
"So, tell me about you."
He pulls the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and promptly sticks it between his teeth. "About me? What about me?" The flame from the dirty white lighter easily lights the cigarette. "I thought you knew everything about me. I mean, we've known each other for a very long time."
After taking a couple of drags, he passes it to me. "Have we ever had a one on one conversation that involved our personal lives?" We hadn't. He was too egotistical to speak to me at the time.
"Well," he takes another drag, "Was born in Toledo. Dad had an overdose when I was 5, mom almost died along with him but made it out alive."
I stare down, and curl my lip downward. I couldn't imagine the pain and heartbreak, he deserved none of it. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry."
"Been too long now to really care. He was a dirtbag anyway. They were behind a Taco Bell shooting up heroin with my aunt, uncle, and friend. They left me home by myself, at 5-years-old. And I still remember every detail."
People are what cause such evil in the world, and he knew. "How where you able to take care of yourself at that age."
He lightly snickers, "I couldn't take care of myself. But I wasn't stupid, I tried to find stuff to eat, tried to do what I could. And I knew what that shit was really young, because that was all I was surrounded with." Inhale after inhale. We take a sharp right down a small street of hidden houses.
"That's fucked. My dad was the same way for a long time. I don't know what he's doing now, I haven't seen him in so long. But drugs fuck up everything." We nod at each other as a big wallowing wave crowds our empty souls. The past was too hard to break.
