Alex
"Up for a spot of the old ultraviolence?" |
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Elizabeth
"Not today. I'm kinda tired out." |
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I stood in my backyard in the rain, looking at my house. It was dark, but warm, and I could have stayed outside for hours. Why did I like rain so much? Because rain is independence. When you first walk into the rain you feel uncomfortable, and most people bolt, thinking of nothing beyond getting someplace dry as quickly as possible. They scatter. But if you stayed and let it wash across you, soaking into your clothes, running down your skin – you got used to it. Then you got to like it, and then you didn't want it to go away. And once you were there you were all alone; no one would find you, no one would come get you. Until the rain stopped you'd be in blissful aloneness... But sometimes you had to be willing to spend some time in struggle in order to come out into something better on the other side. So I walked do the backdoor, slowly turned the knob and stepped inside. The moment I closed the door the sound of the rain changed from a pleasant roar to a low hiss, pounding against the roof and making my skin yearn slightly from the sudden lack of sensation. I could hear the tv from the next room and avoided it, going straight upstairs. And who happened to be hobbling down the hallway but Steven. I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't want to see him, so I looked away as I walked past. He did look at me, however; there was no fear in him anymore, I didn't understand it... but at least he seemed to be healing well. I suppose it was nice of him to refuse to press charges, though mom and dickhead were pretty angry. Whatever, fuck them. I really had to find some way out of this house, to be on my own. I went to my room and locked the door behind me, then started pulling off my wet clothes. I dropped them all in a pile and turned off the light, then climbed into bed and slid my arms underneath my pillow. I stared out the window, unable to make out any details through the blackness, listening to the rain.
Four A.M.; Elizabeth kept some weird hours, but I was fairly sure she'd be asleep by now. I slipped out of bed, careful not to put too much weight on my bad leg, then walked slowly to my door and went quietly into the hallway. I kept all the lights off as I crept down the hall. When I got to her room there was no light shining from underneath her door, ensuring that she wasn't awake. I'd figured out how to pick her lock while she was gone, though at the time I didn't think she'd actually come back. It just seemed like it might be a useful thing if she ever did, and I was fairly surprised to find that the lock on her door was extremely cheap. I could literally open it with a fork, one tine bent and inserted into the lock, then turned in just the right way... With a small click her door opened, and I peeked inside to see her silhouette on her bed, covered in blankets. I snuck inside and closed the door behind me, then walked carefully across the floor. She didn't usually leave anything lying around, but I didn't want to take any chance of waking her up. I got to her bed and walked around to the far side – the rain had stopped and the moonlight fell gracefully across her face, illuminating her. I spent a moment just looking down at her, admiring her. The more I looked at her the more I wanted her, the more I saw her the more perfect she became... I reached down and touched her cheek, then moved closer and kissed her very gently on the forehead. Carefully, with extreme caution, I got into her bed beside her, our bodies seperated by her blankets. I laid my head against her chest; I'd have to be sure I didn't fall asleep – it would be so bad if I fell asleep... I concentrated on the feeling of her body next to mine, the smell of her skin... she started to move and my heart jumped as one of her arms came up around my waist. I looked up and saw a small smile on her sleeping face. I smiled back at her, then nestled myself back against her chest and closed my eyes. |
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