greyswanz

[greyswanz]

Red Roses Sting

Chapter two

I get on the bus and throw myself on the nearest seat. The windows are foggy and leaves are colourful. I untangle my earphones impatiently and eventually plug them in to my MP3-Player. Bus rides have always been weirdly calming for me. I lean my head on the window and nod along to my way-too-loud music.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

Just act as though I didn’t notice.

I feel another tap.

“What??”, I snap, as I pull one of my earphones out of my ear, quickly to be taken aback. He’s gorgeous. Time feels slow. My heart heavy. Green eyes have always been my favourite. I try my best to cover whatever emotion is flooding my face right now.

“Sorry. Could you just turn your volume down? Bit loud.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

I fidget with my MP3-Player for a second until my brain decides to let me operate properly and turn the volume down. God I’m embarrassing.

I sit still for the rest of the bus ride.

[greyswanz]

Red Roses Sting

Chapter one

16.

I wake up. My mind, like a calendar, knows that I am sixteen today. Whatever. I limp my way downstairs and sit down at the kitchen table. House empty. I ruffle through my brown locks and let out a sigh loud enough to wake everybody up, yet of course, nobody does.

“Huh. I need to straighten my hair again..”,

I think to myself as I curl a lock around the tip of my rugged fingers. My sight locks on my fingertips, noticing their purplish tint.

I pull away my hand from my tangled hair and take a closer look.

“God, what happened last night?”

I try my best to gather my thoughts as I let my head fall into my hands. Images flash through my head but nothing seems to make sense. An alleyway. Familiar faces. Strange faces. Pain.

I shake my head to rid myself of my thoughts and shakily pour myself a glass of my favourite whiskey. Frey ranch bourbon. I take a sip and the taste burns all the way down my throat, leaving it sore. Might as well light a cig. I grab a half empty packet from across the table and rummage through my pockets for a lighter.

“Fuck….mhpf…..Oh- ..Fucking finally.”

I light it and take a deep, almost too deep hit. I exhale slowly and let my head fall into the back of the chair.

I better get dressed.