George, my partner, and I swerved along the road. I was in love. The music. The people. The car ride.
George made me feel this way and we were about to pick up my ex girlfriend, Crystal from a gas station. We would most likely have sex. I would be uplifted.
"I think I should become a DJ. I would be the best DJ in the world." George exclaimed.
"I don't care George. If you want it. Do it." I replied, annoyed by his self-centered giddiness.
We arrived at the gas station. Crystal unloaded a cluster of stolen goods into my car. Her eyes were tired, dilated and sunken in. Her body looked depraved. At least George was in good shape. Neither of them were mentally stable.
"Hi!" she squealed. Smacking on a piece of gum. Her make-up was far over done. I gave her a kiss. Her lips were dry. George stared from the front seat like a starving dog.
"We should have a threesome." George suggested.
"No George. No two-guy threesomes." I spouted.
Crystal laughed as we rode away from the Gas station.
"I should stop hanging out with you guys." I bluntly stated. I looked at my eyes in the mirror. My pupils were large. I had no color to my eye except black.
George struck me in the stomach hard enough that I doubled over in pain at the wheel. I owed a debt to them. A debt of pleasure.
That night a faint slapping, moaning and breathing could be heard from the other room as George sat by himself. He cried. Sex is all he needed. The envy of being the third wheel was far too much. George loved the world and everyone in it. When he said he loved a person, he meant it. When feelings for George were lost, he was lost too.
But I didn't need to be doing this to myself. Crystal will break my heart as the sun rises and she goes home. Not even the compassion and love of George would save me.
I crushed Crystal and threw it in the toilet. I drank George, but I was running out. I felt relaxed at the moment, but in a few hours I would need to get more. I liked to love. To dream. But I was alone. I gazed at my ungodly dilated pupils. The world hated me, but I loved them.
George made me feel this way and we were about to pick up my ex girlfriend, Crystal from a gas station. We would most likely have sex. I would be uplifted.
"I think I should become a DJ. I would be the best DJ in the world." George exclaimed.
"I don't care George. If you want it. Do it." I replied, annoyed by his self-centered giddiness.
We arrived at the gas station. Crystal unloaded a cluster of stolen goods into my car. Her eyes were tired, dilated and sunken in. Her body looked depraved. At least George was in good shape. Neither of them were mentally stable.
"Hi!" she squealed. Smacking on a piece of gum. Her make-up was far over done. I gave her a kiss. Her lips were dry. George stared from the front seat like a starving dog.
"We should have a threesome." George suggested.
"No George. No two-guy threesomes." I spouted.
Crystal laughed as we rode away from the Gas station.
"I should stop hanging out with you guys." I bluntly stated. I looked at my eyes in the mirror. My pupils were large. I had no color to my eye except black.
George struck me in the stomach hard enough that I doubled over in pain at the wheel. I owed a debt to them. A debt of pleasure.
That night a faint slapping, moaning and breathing could be heard from the other room as George sat by himself. He cried. Sex is all he needed. The envy of being the third wheel was far too much. George loved the world and everyone in it. When he said he loved a person, he meant it. When feelings for George were lost, he was lost too.
But I didn't need to be doing this to myself. Crystal will break my heart as the sun rises and she goes home. Not even the compassion and love of George would save me.
I crushed Crystal and threw it in the toilet. I drank George, but I was running out. I felt relaxed at the moment, but in a few hours I would need to get more. I liked to love. To dream. But I was alone. I gazed at my ungodly dilated pupils. The world hated me, but I loved them.
