The sun was high and shining through the blinds. It illuminated the smoke that wafted through the colorful halls of Travis' home. The couple lay sprawled out across a sea of sheets, pillows, and clothes. The young woman woke with a start, a little disgruntled.
"Travis." She whispered. She lightly placed her hand on his toned arm. Woken by the movement, the tall man looked up and smiled towards the breath taking girl beside him. He really did have it all. He had the girl, the house, the drugs, and the life. Nothing could kill this buzz.
"You really are perfect." He sighed.
"Yeah, well it can't last forever I'm afraid. I've cut school for the past month, and my parents are beginning to find my excuses weaker and weaker." She moaned in frustration "Not to mention the smell of smoke is hard to wash out of clothes!" She began locating her clothing and carelessly pulled them back on.
"Oh, Sugar baby, just stay around for one more go." Travis pleaded as he teasingly tugged on her drooping sleeve. The girl let loose a sigh. She couldn't say no to his puppy face. She reluctantly sat back down, and Travis wrapped his arms around her.
"Wait until you see what I got." Travis grins like a five year old who just got the Crayola 120 count box. "I've got the top quality white AND brown sugar." His excitement, and maybe a bit of her own, caused his house guest to giggle softly. Why should anyone take life seriously when they could live like this? Everything was perfect, and nothing could go wrong. Or so they thought.
One minute he was with her giggling on the floor, with enough drugs to kill a horse pumping through his veins. The next he was on the floor biting his tongue to keep from screaming in agony. He clawed at his own face in pain, the salt in his tears mixing with the blood under his nails. The entire room began attacking him in whirl of color, and he could just vaguely make out the girl's figure as she screamed, sending shots of pain through his head.
When he arrived at the hospital his heart had already stopped beating. He was accompanied by the sobbing young woman who insisted she stay with him. She held his hand long after he had passed as she stroked his hair and sang him a lullaby that she sang to her brother when he was small.
"The twisted dreams and the haunted shadows
There never is just one
They follow you from your darkest nightmare
And block out all the sun
They surround you in their shroud of darkness
And take away your mind
Spin you around 'til you lose direction
You may as well be blind"
Travis was lying dead on the table. His body had gone cold, and the glow from his eyes faded. He was beyond the help of doctors. But then, a finger moved.
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Could it be?
Taptaptaptap
No. He is gone. She must be imagining it.
Taptaptaptap
The grieving woman looked over her shoulder and there he stood as alive as ever. He smiled down at her. Such a large part of her wanted, no, NEEDED, this to be real. So she hung on, and the two were able to leave together as a whole once more. It was too bad nothing would quite be the same again.