Remember me, Remember you

by Pinkdrangeyes

Wow I hate summaries bit hey whatever. Also before this causes trouble I have another copy of the story at archives of our own. He didn't know where he was and how he got there (that seems to happen more often then not). But what he does know is that he certainly got there at the wrong time. Or so the voice keeps telling him. "You just can't seem to stay out of trouble can you?

No clue what the hell I'm doing.

"This needs to stop and you know it Austin." The shrill voice of his sister was grating on his mind echoing obnoxiously. She was like a broken record, always a broken record. "Well it doesn't have to happen now." And hopefully never he thought absently, this is what he always replied ignoring her words of protest; it was an endless cycle. She nags him to stop meeting HER and he brushes her off easily. He didn't want to stop the addictions, He didn't need to, he just couldn't. So why won't she let it go?! It was utterly frustrating...

So he left, like he always did. It wasn't running away. It wasn't...

The September air was always crisp apples and smelt like warm maple smell of fall. It's harsh breezes nipped at noses and cheeks of anyone outside at any chance it could get. The streets are crowded with cars, carriages, and people coming and going as they please. Workers hanging up thanksgiving decorations along with Halloween supplies. Austin scoffed at a poster advertising a sexy witch costume. The evening was dark and humid like it was suppose to be during fall seasons, Austin could smell it was going to rain soon, more so than usual this time of year but he let it go. To busy thinking about his next fix, he was starving and was only hoping he could hang at the small apartment for a bit.

Absently taking a drag of the cigarette between his fingers and brushed his dyed bangs from his forehead. His cyan blue eyes stared up ahead at the on coming apartment that literally screamed shady and danger. Taking a last drag of the cigarette; flicked it away. Not bothering to enter through the front he walked to the side, climbed up the emergency exit stairs until he reached an open window and climbing in. The room was dark but not dark enough for a human not see the messy counters covered in dirty dishes, trash, and stains he rather not try and identify from the way it smells. Quietly he moves towards the freezer on his left slowly walking over the trash. "Austin, I was wondering when you were going to come around again."