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Chapter 6--
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My fingernails hit the porcelain in a drumming fashion as I stare straight ahead.
The water scalds me as I remain still.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The knob keeps a slight looseness to it from where I left it.
Drip. Hit the surface. Ripple.
The scalding water is up to my neck.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I move my head upwards to stare at the ceiling and then proceed to close my eyes.
Drip. Time will pause. My lungs will start to release. My muscles will begin to unloosen themselves and then…
Drip. I suck in a breath. The air constricts around me. A hand grips the side of the tub.
Drip. My eyes flash open in a moment of insanity. A claw abruptly shuts off the knob all the way.
A primal cry echoes somewhere. I sit and breathe out.
Descent.
The water remains hot. It continues to burn.
The marble around me melts. White replaces red and fits itself around my watered down skin.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I take the water bong that had been next to the tapping points and grip its neck.
Put the weed where it belongs.
Bring the bong over the water level and place the opening to my mouth.
Stare down at the green.
Pick up the lighter.
Light.
Burn.
Inhale.
Hello, god. How are you today?
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She lay there as the music envelops her mind.
Immobile.
Earth intruders. Earth intruders. Earth intruders.
He sits there and stares at her mouth.
At the cherry red.
His gaze slowly moves upwards toward her nose.
Then her forehead.
Her temples.
The hollows of her ears.
Her neck.
Slides down to her shoulders.
Her upper arms down to the fingertips of her hands.
An explosion at the very center of her being.
We are the earth intruders.
Her legs go limp.
Her toes go numb.
His lips imagine grazing every point of her body where the smoke goes. Where the green goes. Where his lips can't touch.
"Sebastian, I don't care about anything. About anyone. Is that disturbing?"
"What do you care about then?"
"Why do I have to care about anything?"
"I don't know."
A body involuntarily shivers. It cannot be helped.
--
Half of her body is underwater. Half of his body is above the surface.
She focuses on the liquid licking her body. He focuses on breathing air.
"What do you think Kathryn? Is the sun white or yellow?"
"Does it matter?"
"I don't know. I'm curious to know what color is the source that blinds me."
"Well what color is your flash when it goes off? Because all I ever see is a blinding white. But isn't it supposed to be yellow?"
"Maybe it's both then."
His arm eventually grazes her arm. Her body eventually floats away from touch.
His eyes shut away from the light. Her eyes continue staring at the blue.
"Yeah, maybe."
Their bodies continue floating as if that's all they were ever intended to do.
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The water is turning cool to my skin. I move forward toward the drain and pull the stopper up.
The water begins to move down toward the void.
Dissipate, millimeter by millimeter.
Up goes the…
Goosebumps.
Giggle.
My neck tenses.
Centimeter by centimeter.
"I care about you."
I am met by dead air.
Inch by inch.
"It's yellow, it's just so bright and blinding that it disguises itself as white."
Inches by inches.
Cords fly up and down the instrument in the background.
Become Corpses. Corpses.
Let me push. Push.
I am naked in an empty tub and tears begin to form as the goosebumps begin to get unbearable. The numbness leaves my toes. My shoulder blades and shoulders tense up. I slam my eyes shut and the knuckles of my hands push and push and push. My vision gets taken hold by moving patterns. Black and white. Swirls. All I see is what you usually see in a trippy portrait. Layers and layers of moving swirls taking different forms attacking my irises. I am penetrated by a monster.
A slick liquid hits my fingers.
I blink.
I stare at the melted marble. At the melted walls around me.
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Does she hate him?
"Do you hate me?"
Does he hate her?
"Do you hate me?"
Her hands fly out. His body flies forward.
Lips meet lips.
Claw meets claw.
Rip meets rip.
Damage meets damage.
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I climb out of the tub and dry myself. And with a towel locked into place around my body, I open the shower door, turn the knob all the way to hot and close the door. I land on the floor, grab the bong again, pack it again, mouth to mouth, light, burn, inhale. The smoke refills my lungs and the euphoria returns. My brain begins to get massaged. My ears get a shock of pain. And the door opens.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you blind or have you turned into a complete moron?"
His eyes close. His jaw tightens.
"Well?"
He breathes out deeply. His shoulders slump.
"I'm tired Kathryn."
"And I'm done trying Sebastian."
I slump against the wall and lean my head back when I turn away from him. The door closes and locks.
He steps towards me. I let him.
"I'm here."
"I'm not. I'm stoned."
He chuckles. I giggle.
Smoke takes over. It drifts over the air.
Declare. Independence.
Protect. Your language.
"Well, fine then."
He sighs and then continues.
"I'm here and you're stoned."
He slumps down the wall opposite me, spreads his legs next to mine and looks at me.
"Might as well give me that bong while I'm here. Catch me up."
I smirk. He smirks.
"We're not ok Valmont."
"Never said we were Merteuil."
I place the opening to my mouth again and lift my hand with the lighter over the chronic.
"Hey!" He cries to me indignantly.
I light up.
Burn.
Inhale.
Run around your own circles until you are dizzy with glee.
He mutters, "Selfish bitch" as I breathe out.
The smoke wispily slaps his face.
"Fucking bastard."
I hold out the bong and lighter. He reaches out and takes it.
He holds the lighter like a gun. The fire hits the weed resembling a trigger going off.
"I taught you well."
The smoke winds itself around the insides. He inhales. His eyes start glazing over. The tips of his ears momentarily turn pink before going back to normal. He takes it out. Sucks in the smoke like air. And slowly blows out to me.
He smirks before answering, "Yes, you did."
"You should know I'm getting wet."
His smirk grows even more, "You never could fuck me though when you were stoned."
I scoff. "I could never fuck you because you were always limp."
"I can't help it if someone's a stoner and I'm a lightweight," He answers me before putting the opening to his mouth again.
I propel my upper body off the wall and grab the bong away from him.
"No more for you."
"I had one hit. Give it back you little cunt."
"Smooth Valmont," I reply before gripping the neck of the bong more firmly.
He glares and tries to control his anger.
Breathe in and out Valmont. You're going to need it.
"I'm sorry."
There's something in the way that he says this that causes me to feel that it's in more ways than one. I can't really read his eyes very well with the thick fog over us.
I light up again before thinking any longer and inhale some more of that green to replace the red I left behind next to a dead carcass.
"Here," I hand it to him, "Have the rest. I'm not up for fucking you anyways."
He takes it. "Good. Didn't need your walls squeezing the blood out of my brain any more than it already has anyways."
The explosion happens again. My blood flows toward my fingertips again. My toes curl and go numb.
I slowly and deeply breathe out as my head lolls around on the wall. I close my eyes and let it be.
I hear him breathing, sucking in the smoke, blowing by the current hitting my facial points. I don't know how long I sit there spacing out while he does it repeatedly.
"Fuck. I'm losing control already. How much have you had?"
I bite the lower left corner of my lip for a few seconds or maybe longer and slowly release it. All I focus on is breathing in and out. Letting the heat take over. Letting the smoke choke my body.
"I had five bowls with hash."
Even in this state, I can sense his eyes get slightly bigger momentarily before shaking his head. He never could believe my intakes.
"Fuck," He chuckles out.
I slump more down the wall as I lean on the tub next to me.
I hear him shift, a shuffle, a door open, a layer of sound disappearing, and said door closing.
"Fuck, it's hot in here." He raspily breathes out.
I giggle into the porcelain and it overtakes my lungs. I don't know how long I giggle but later I start to feel my cheeks begin to burn. My jaw starts to tighten. The inner muscles of my mouth locks itself and shoots a pain into my brain. I slowly move my hand up from my lap and clamp it over the sound of my giggles.
Eventually my giggles die down. Eventually they get taken over again by euphoria.
The fog dies down slightly and I see Sebastian staring at me.
I stare back.
"I'm tired Kathryn," He whispers to me in broken syllables.
"So am I Sebastian. I'm exhausted."
I notice the bags underneath his eyes just then.
We stare and stare and stare.
I fight off the burning in my eyes. I fight off my eyelids trying to flutter over my vision. And I can tell by staring at his eyes, that he's doing the same.
Time becomes the smoke in the room. Becomes indiscernible.
And I don't know who loses the fight first.
But it doesn't matter because blackness becomes us.
It is a snapshot that evaporates without anyone's control in play.
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