The Simple Things
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the great lyrics
Summary: Jess's story, before and through the transfer to SH.
A/N On every chapter there's going to be a song by "ALL"
;D
Chapter 4 – Copping Z's
Another Tuesday evening. I was on my way to the corner, meeting with one of Adrian's 'business associates'.
The transaction went as planned, packages were exchanged confidentially, another deal was sealed. Nothing special, extraordinary. I could hear a siren from afar, but my heart beat didn't quicken this time, I was already experienced enough to tell it was too far away.
It became my daily routine.
School was no consideration any more. I ditched almost on a daily basis. Really, I only showed my face there when an important deal was needed to be executed. Adrian counted only on me, when it came to the big deals, nowadays. And that confidence he had in me somehow covered for the lack of thrill, which I lost as the fear and excitement were replaced with tiresome monotony.
I used to sleep almost 'till noon, that way I didn't have to come across my mostly drunken mother. Then I'd meet the guys at Eddie's, the quaint diner at the end of the block.
Eddie was a decent guy. He liked me for some reason, don't know why. Always made sure I ate enough, said I was too skinny. I guess he treated me grandpa-like, not that I knew about grandpas, but I've read about them...
Afternoon's somehow passed, we'd hang out by the diner some more, or just walk around aimlessly, terrorizing the neighborhood.
Sometimes I just found a quiet corner and read some, drifted into my own fairy-tale worlds. That was my only escape. For a few hours I imagined myself to be the hero of my recent book.
There were girls too. Lots of them. For some odd reason, they adored me. I know I'm not ugly, however I never thought myself to be attractive, but somehow they were drawn to me as mosquitoes to the electric glow the trap makes.
None of them made me forget her. They were only a way to pass time, temporary distractions. I never really talked with any of them, not the way I used to with her. They weren't interested in talking too.
At nights, then all the action took place. At night I was the king, I had power. I was Adrian's number one.
But later at night, just before dawn came up, when I lay on my bed, waiting for sleep to take me, then I had time to think about it all, and the only conclusion I ended up with every single night was that life suck, my life suck.
I had to get caught, if I wanted to live.
It was no unusual day. Same worn routine.
I knew the siren was too close this time, but for some reason, I didn't run away. I just stood there, waiting. I needed to get caught, deep down I acknowledged that fact, my subconscious held me frozen in place.
The cops took me into the police car. I was a little out. I can remember the sirens, wailing loudly around me. Too close. Just like in the movies, they lowered my head so it won't bump into the car. I vaguely heard them reading 'my rights', it was surreal. I finally got to be the hero in the story, only I wasn't the good guy and it wasn't a happy ending.
They took me to a police station, I was moved from place to place, asked to do things. Then I heard the heavy metal door open. Then it closed. I was sitting in a dark, damp cell.
But in a bizarre way, it felt better.
I was saving myself.
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"Copping Z's"
I get up in the morning
But mostly in the afternoon
The sun gets up too early
The moon goes down too soon
What can I expect from the day ahead?
Maybe I'll just sleep instead, no escaping it
Sunrise, who owns your time?
9-5 for life
What can I expect from the years ahead?
I get up in the morning
But mostly in the afternoon
The sun gets up to early
The moon goes down to soon
If you would go away. I could sleep all day
But up is where I have to get, no escaping it.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the great lyrics
Summary: Jess's story, before and through the transfer to SH.
A/N On every chapter there's going to be a song by "ALL"
;D
Chapter 4 – Copping Z's
Another Tuesday evening. I was on my way to the corner, meeting with one of Adrian's 'business associates'.
The transaction went as planned, packages were exchanged confidentially, another deal was sealed. Nothing special, extraordinary. I could hear a siren from afar, but my heart beat didn't quicken this time, I was already experienced enough to tell it was too far away.
It became my daily routine.
School was no consideration any more. I ditched almost on a daily basis. Really, I only showed my face there when an important deal was needed to be executed. Adrian counted only on me, when it came to the big deals, nowadays. And that confidence he had in me somehow covered for the lack of thrill, which I lost as the fear and excitement were replaced with tiresome monotony.
I used to sleep almost 'till noon, that way I didn't have to come across my mostly drunken mother. Then I'd meet the guys at Eddie's, the quaint diner at the end of the block.
Eddie was a decent guy. He liked me for some reason, don't know why. Always made sure I ate enough, said I was too skinny. I guess he treated me grandpa-like, not that I knew about grandpas, but I've read about them...
Afternoon's somehow passed, we'd hang out by the diner some more, or just walk around aimlessly, terrorizing the neighborhood.
Sometimes I just found a quiet corner and read some, drifted into my own fairy-tale worlds. That was my only escape. For a few hours I imagined myself to be the hero of my recent book.
There were girls too. Lots of them. For some odd reason, they adored me. I know I'm not ugly, however I never thought myself to be attractive, but somehow they were drawn to me as mosquitoes to the electric glow the trap makes.
None of them made me forget her. They were only a way to pass time, temporary distractions. I never really talked with any of them, not the way I used to with her. They weren't interested in talking too.
At nights, then all the action took place. At night I was the king, I had power. I was Adrian's number one.
But later at night, just before dawn came up, when I lay on my bed, waiting for sleep to take me, then I had time to think about it all, and the only conclusion I ended up with every single night was that life suck, my life suck.
I had to get caught, if I wanted to live.
It was no unusual day. Same worn routine.
I knew the siren was too close this time, but for some reason, I didn't run away. I just stood there, waiting. I needed to get caught, deep down I acknowledged that fact, my subconscious held me frozen in place.
The cops took me into the police car. I was a little out. I can remember the sirens, wailing loudly around me. Too close. Just like in the movies, they lowered my head so it won't bump into the car. I vaguely heard them reading 'my rights', it was surreal. I finally got to be the hero in the story, only I wasn't the good guy and it wasn't a happy ending.
They took me to a police station, I was moved from place to place, asked to do things. Then I heard the heavy metal door open. Then it closed. I was sitting in a dark, damp cell.
But in a bizarre way, it felt better.
I was saving myself.
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"Copping Z's"
I get up in the morning
But mostly in the afternoon
The sun gets up too early
The moon goes down too soon
What can I expect from the day ahead?
Maybe I'll just sleep instead, no escaping it
Sunrise, who owns your time?
9-5 for life
What can I expect from the years ahead?
I get up in the morning
But mostly in the afternoon
The sun gets up to early
The moon goes down to soon
If you would go away. I could sleep all day
But up is where I have to get, no escaping it.