hysteria.
Chapt. 2
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Yazoo.
There's a slow, cool wind blowing around. A dock is behind the building I work at, and there's always ships and boats passing through the huge river that separates this part of town from the other. I cough a bit from the smoke I'm inhaling and lean my body against a telephone pole. And think. It happens fast. One minute I'm in the hospital bawling my eyes out, the next I'm outside of my job on lunch break smoking a cigarette. In this week are the last days that Kadaj will be in school. He'll be in rehab over the summer. I think it's completely ridiculous that I'm being forced to send him to some stupid confined prison. But, what can I do anyways?
"Hey, mind sharing a smoke?" The voice of a familiar redhead suddenly kicks in. And there he is. The aloof walking, teasing, aggravating co-worker I usually call my "friend".
I take out a second cigarette and hand it to him. He sticks it in his mouth and I light it for him. "Thanks, yeah." I nod in return and he looks out onto the docks behind us. Inhaling, exhaling smoke. "Your brother's doing alright." He didn't even say it in a question. He said it casually as if the part where my brother wanted to kill himself got cut out of life. Exhaling. Sky, clouds. Reno says, "Yeah, he's doing alright."
"HE'S DOING FUCKING FINE!"
Kadaj.
"Hahahhaa...!" Zack laughed out of nowhere, almost choking on his cigarette, Cloud came out of the bathroom stall still zipping up his pants. We're skipping English class, trying to escape Mr. Vincent, the vampire looking teacher that has over half of all the female students swooning over him. These are the two other class idiots I hang out with. Zack, the alcoholic with an alcoholic father. Cloud, the pot addicted depressive who hasn't said a full sentence ever since his beloved girlfriend moved 4000 miles away. Then me. The suicidal loser who usually gets beaten up in gym class.
It's been the same ever since the beginning of our Sophomore year. Hiding away in the boy's bathroom that's nearby a janitor's closet, sneaking in cigarettes and pot, getting high, drinking and laughing like crazy while the other students above us study hard with all their high hopes and dreams for being successful. That's just not us. Now, it's the end of the year, and all of us are passing through by copying other student's homework and acting nice with the teachers. By hearing all this, you may think all this is the reason why I always have the craving to destroy myself. Well, you're wrong. This isn't the answer you want.
The bathroom smells of unhealthy lung killing air and slight vodka. We're all really silent until Zack brings up the subject.
"Wanna burn down the school during the end of the year dance?"
Zack is always the one to make up ludicrous plans.
Yazoo.
"Yazoo, I'm going to a dance thing or whatever next Wednesday."
I almost choked on my wine when he said that. "Wh-what? You serious...!?"
Kadaj looked up at me from the book he was reading, with his angry eyes and pouty lips. Jeez, how cute.
"Yeah, of course I'm serious. Why would I not be?"
"Well, you don't seem to be like the person to go to prom..."
"Neither do you."
"Well..."
The brother of mine shut his book loudly and frowned, standing from his spot at the dinner table. "Well what? Look, just because I contemplate on killing myself 24/7 doesn't mean it strips me of the choice of going to the 'dance'."
Good Jenova, it always hurts like hell whenever you're younger brother disses you. However, in a attempt to defend myself...
"But..."
"I'm going to my room."
So, I sit for the rest of the night, drinking my wine and smoking through at least 3 packs of lungkillers.
-END; CHAPT. 2
