I am a broke young fool, who likes to do this for fun, sick isn't it. If anyone would like to sue me for unknown reasons, all they would receive is a very sparse CD collection. Not to mention one that consists of absolute crap. Therefore, I own none of my characters except the ones I created myself. My purpose, if there is one, is to entertain the restless mind. Please don't hurt me for it. Please don't hurt my story for that matter.
1. Steel
Facing the steel bars of the upper bunk made a cold sweat run through him. His eyes tracing the small scratches engraved through the years in the rusty metal. A cough echoed against the ceiling and back through the thin mattress above. Tristan shifted his body through his sheets finally lying on his right side. The moons rays caught his arm as it hung off the side of the bed. He watched his veins pulse with every twitch of his hand.
a whisper came through his lips as he twisted to face the mattress above.
another whisper responded followed by a hoarse cough.
Do you ever think about what your life would've been like if you never came here?
DuGrey, you gettin' philosophical on me? Not to mention soft.
Tristan contemplated his response, his eyes still watched the cream colored mattress above. It suddenly shifted and a head was lowered over the left side of the bunk. Tristan's eyes squinted in the dim light could see brown ones squinting back.
Maybe. But that's not the point, he answered then refocused on the mattress, while Doug's head retreated back.
So? What is the point?
I'm supposed to be a senior this year.
You are a senior this year. Just in the wrong place, right?
In the wrong place, with the wrong people, a noticeable sigh followed.
You know, that can always be fixed.
I know, maybe I'm ready, his voice trailed off into his pillow.