We're Going To Hell
Don't tell me what you've done
Cus I don't wanna know
You say it's not so hard
Just let your conscience go
- by Cursive
"We're going to hell. Places like this . . . they were set up by adults to destroy wayward teenagers." She murmured, and he could smell the smoke on her clothes as she wrapped her arms around his chest.
"Places like this . . . they serve you all the drugs and alcohol you could ever ask for. They pump you full, they bleed you dry. These places . . ." His arm instinctively slithered around her shoulder as his head swung forward. He felt so light, but he felt so heavy.
In his own skull he felt his brain swimming, and he didn't like the motion.
"These people . . ." The flashing lights dimmed, the music wavered, muffled. Only her voice, her breath warm against his ear, was clear. "These people are doomed. Trapped. But not us. I'm here to save you."
The squeak of hinges. Muffled cries of protest in his voice, in his accent, but miles away. In the darkness before his eyes, behind his closed lids, the noises swam.
His stomach tightened, and he felt the burning sensation within his throat, behind his lips, upon his tongue seconds before his body wretched forward toward the pavement.
"I'm here to save you kid . . ." He felt her palm against his back, but felt none of her intended comfort.
She was there to save him, like he had been there to save Kuki.
"Crud!" He growled, and with a fist began to pummel his head. "Crud crud crud!"
"Come with me." He felt so sick, so weak, so useless.
"Kuki . . . "
"would have wanted this."
"No . . . "
"She would have wanted you safe." He dug the heel of his palm into his eye and began to thrash against her.
"Crud! Crudcrudcrud!-" She wretched his hand away – and he gnashed his teeth at her, snarling. "Don't you pretend you know anything about Kuki! You know nothing!"
He stole himself away, and staggered a step from her. Her, who in his dizziness, appeared almost like Kuki.
"I know more than you think . . ." She whispered, slipping her arm around him once more . . . and the second he registered the warmth of her palm against the flesh of his back . . . he felt he could believe her.
Authors Note: A small update after forever, I know. Life has been . . . hectic. I'll try to update soon. Flames welcome, constructive criticism preferred.