BEEZLEBUB, DISTRICT FIVE

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Beezlebub
Seventeen
District Nine
'Gluttony'
7 deadly sins

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B E E Z L E B U B
♂ ☆ 17 ☆ ♐

The warehouse is silent at three o'clock in the afternoon. No one goes in or out, but no one ever seems to enter or exit this particular one. It was white-washed some time ago, some very long time ago, now the paint peels and the walls are more gray than anything. Entering is relatively simple though the back door located in the alleyway beside the large building. The door does stick sometimes but it can be shut easily with a good, solid push. The ground floor of the building is filled with stacks and stacks of items, seemingly in a disarray until one notices the yellow tags on every single item on the shelves. If one were to look closer, they might read the tags which follow the basic formula of:

'object name'
'place found/acquired'
'date acquired'

Moving past the stacks and stacks of items, there is a mattress and a desk. Both are neat in appearance, with the bed made as well as it can be with no frame. There are two crates beside the mattress. Inside the crates there are neatly folded clothes and a box of condoms. On the desk, there is a notebook and a pen. When flipping through the notebook, it can be noticed that each page holds a different list. Each list is annotated with short entries here and there that have been added only recently. The first few lists are as follows:

c o l l e c t i o n s

y e a r s :
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*Jan 2nd, three years old
It was cold and my socks were wet. We were walking again. We did a lot of walking, every day. We were always going somewhere new. Sometimes we stayed at a place and then it was warm and we ate something and I was happy but it would never last long. I didn't mind. I just wanted to stay with my mom. People were always asking her if she was my sister and she'd say yes but when we were alone she'd whisper that she loved me and when I was really little she'd kiss my toes and I knew that she was my mom like how you know about the sun being in the sky.

**October 30th, four and a half years old
There were leaves all over the square and I kept kicking them all over and mom didn't tell me to stop. She was standing near the screens, watching the things happening on there but she said I wasn't allowed to see. She was crying a bit and I didn't know what to do about it so I just kept on kicking at the leaves until they were torn and mushy from the damp. I stepped on pine cones, enjoying the crunching sound they made underneath my shoe. My shoe had three holes in it but I didn't tell mom about it because we didn't have money for new ones.

There were a lot of people in the square that day. Something happened, everyone came running and I was too short. People screamed at the things on the screen and I got scared. I tried to find mom but I couldn't, so I waited. I knew she would come find me. She still wasn't back by morning.

'Item #2 Mom's Shoelace'
'The Games Square'
'Oct 30th/4 1/2'

†August 10th, six years old
It was hot, so hot that no one could work in the day because people were dying from it. Mama Yaya said I could try frying an egg on the sidewalk but we put it in the pan instead because of food wasting and not wanting to. I was waiting again today because I was certain that she'd come for me. It took a bit of time to figure out, just where to wait for her, so I went to the last place I remembered being with her. The games square was empty because it was so hot.

I waited all day and she never came. I watched worms fry themselves on the stones. Or maybe she did come and I just don't remember what she really looked like. Mom's hair was the same colour as mine. She was wearing black gloves. I turned six that day.

††August 10th, twelve years old
I was ten. Part of me still couldn't understand that my mother had abandoned me all those years ago and I spent my tenth birthday in the usual place, the games square. I sat on the rim of the fountain and ate an ice cream cone that Mina had given me money for as a birthday gift. I took my shoes off and stuck my feet in the fountain and watched all the little kids play in the water. I still kept an eye out for mom but I never really believed that she would show up. She hadn't in six years. I was right. The ice cream was good, though.

°August 10th, fourteen years old
I don't know why but I spent my birthday in the square again. Benjamin came with me and we drank Mama Yaya's moonshine out of bottles hidden in brown paper bags. The sun was hot as hell and it baked us to a crisp. We took off our shoes and stuck our feet in the fountain, staying away from the children playing on the other side. I took his first kiss there. I'd been saving his up. His lips were confused and lost as they traveled over my mouth but it thrilled me. Teaching a friend to kiss was always a good past time.

We stayed there for hours and I stuck my hand into the pocket of his jeans. His cheeks were red from sunburn and drink and I was glad to have him on my birthday. Despite myself, I looked around the square for mom. Of course she never came.

°°November 13th, fourteen years old
I was hanging out with Derrick, James, Lillian and all those guys but we were bored. We had some moonshine but not much else. Derrick said that he had a surprise for us. Those guys were rich as hell and so that could mean anything. Rich means anything more than what I have in my pocket. At the time it was about twenty bucks.

Anyway, there was a knock at the door and Derrick said that the surprise was here. I remember standing up to see, head slightly hazy from moonshine. There was a kid at the door, shorter than me, a lot shorter. He handed a bag over to Derrick and Derrick handed him a wad of cash, inviting him to stick around. He shook his head, rolling his eyes when Derrick looked away to dangle the bag of pills in front of us. It made me smile, in a dumb sort of way. I liked the way he slipped the money into the back pocket of his jeans and walked away, head bent a bit against the November wind.

Derrick said that his name was Wren.

*†August 10th, fifteen years old
I hung out with Wren today and I broke tradition for the first time. We didn't go to the square, we didn't even go near it. I didn't tell Wren about it, about how I needed to wait for my mom there. I wasn't a kid anymore but I itched to go there all day. It made me nervous, I kept playing with the hem of Wren's shirt. He kept asking me what was wrong and I only smiled at him. I told him 'nothing'. I'd never worried about looking cool in front of anyone before but Wren made me nervous too.

We left town that day, going out into the empty fields that surround the District. I had this tree I wanted Wren to see because it was old and wild and it reminded me of him. I made him laugh when I said that. I liked making him laugh. I'd started collecting Wren's smiles months back. So far I had two. That day made three. We ate sandwiches that Mama Yaya had made because it was my birthday. Even if I forgot, she never did, the old bat.

I kissed Wren for the seventh time under the boughs of that tree and then as the sun was setting we slept together for the first time.

'Item #78 Oak leaf'
'Out of Town'
'August 10th/15'

*†°August 10th, seventeen years old
I got smashed on Mama Yaya's moonshine. I drank as much as I could take without it killing me. Mina and I went to the square in the morning and we drank iced coffee as we contemplated the people passing by. She kept pointing at ladies and saying that they could be her, that they could be my mom and instead of taking it as a joke I couldn't help thinking that she was right. I couldn't remember what mom even looked like anymore, any of those ladies might have been her. It got me thinking what a useless thing it was, to still somehow hope for her return. So I decided not to.

Mina and I played in the fountain with the little kids and my shirt got all wet, it clung to my skin and I laughed. Mina pushed me over in the fountain, over and over. I couldn't stand up and she'd sit on top of me. I remember when the water used to cover my head and now it barely comes up to my chest.

The moonshine made the world hazy and we stayed in the square until after dark. I saw Wren passing through and I didn't call out to him. I hid beside the rim of the fountain instead and I watched as he tossed a penny into the water, throwing away a wish just like that.

When he walked away and I was sure he was gone, I took the penny out of the water, claiming it for my birthday present.

Mina and I did it in the fountain at two in the morning and I was so numb from cold and drink that I barely felt anything at all.

'Item #346 Wren's Penny'
'Games Square'
'August 10th/17'

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*October 3rd, three and a half years old
I remember pain in my knees because I'd stumbled and fallen onto the sharp stones that were broken in the District Square. There was a hole in my pants from one of the rocks, and the area around it became red with my blood. I cried a lot because it hurt and I was afraid. Mom kissed it better and she got blood on her cheek. She took me to Mama Yaya. Mama Yaya gave me hot chocolate and it made me really sleepy. When I woke up in the morning, there was a bandage on my knee and it hurt to bend it.

'Item #10 Bloody Bandage'
'Mama Yaya's med box'
'Oct 3rd/3 1/2'

**January 7th, nine years old
It was so cold that the fountain in the square froze over. Harrison and I wanted to walk on it but we were both a bit scared that the ice would break and we'd freeze to death and die. I took the first try. I still remember the way my heart was in my throat as I let my full weight go on the ice. It was safe and it held me. I sliced my left arm open on one of the jets that had frozen over, there were icicles and they were really sharp. It hurt a lot. I cried in front of Harrison but he was crying too because he thought I was going to die on him.

***December 22nd, eleven years old
I was walking to the coffee shop from the slums and I suddenly got so hungry, like I'd never been hungry before. It's always a dull ache, like someone is slowly chipping away at my insides. All at once it felt like someone had scooped all of me out and I was so desperately hungry that I felt sick. I threw out my hand to catch myself, I was tilting to the left and my hand slapped against a wooden fence. A nail had come out of it's proper hole and when I slapped my hand against the fence and pushed my full weight against it, the nail went straight through my hand.

I was sick all over the pavement but because I was already in the better part of town, someone took me to the hospital and they kept me overnight because I was unconscious and couldn't tell them who I was. The scar from the nail never really went away and I still have a circle dime-sized pink spot on both sides of my left hand. I ended up going to Mama Yaya after I escaped from the hospital and she poured brandy down my throat and fixed me up.

'Item #38 Rusty Nail'
'Broken Fence on 4th and 3rd'
'Dec 22nd/11'

†July 4th, fourteen years old
As it turns out, when someone is brandishing a knife at you, it is not a good idea to try and grab the knife. Nor is it a good idea to hold onto the knife to try to stop the person from using it. It does not look particularly cool when you start crying because it hurts so bad. Mama Yaya nearly murdered me for the damage I did to my own hand. She says I'm gonna have to learn to write with my right hand, which is why this looks like a three year old wrote this. This is also a mental note that ecstasy has been tried and it is not a good idea.

††September 12th, fifteen years old
Derrick is a little bitch and he's going to go brain dead from all the drugs he's been taking. I tried to tell him this today but I guess I'm too late. He broke a bottle of beer on the counter top in his kitchen and told me that I'm an asshole who ruins people. I guess that's true. I've slept with Wendy, his girlfriend twice in the past month. I didn't move out of the way fast enough and I'm not sure if it was due to the two bottles of beer already in my bloodstream or if I just wanted to know what being cut by glass felt like. It isn't very nice. It drew a pink line over my right ear.

†††August 10th, 17 years old
Don't have sex in an old fountain.

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*don't offer to have a threesome with Mina and her new boyfriend as he is a tosser.

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f i r s t  k i s s e s   l o s t:
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*January 12th, nearly thirteen years old
-For further information please refer to 'Virginities Lost'-

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*Wren

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*January 12th, nearly thirteen years old
It was freezing that night, like the world had been taken ad pushed inside a giant fridge. I'd knocked on Mina's window in the hopes of sleeping on her floor like she let me do sometimes if her parents were asleep. I didn't get an answer. Either she wasn't there or it wasn't safe to go in. I was so cold, I thought I was going to lose my feet that night. My socks were wet from the holes in my boots and the world was beautiful, painted in shades of white and electric blue.

I went to the Games Square, seeking something, I don't know what. I'd like to think that at that point, at some basic level, I was still innocent. I'd been on my own for years but there was a reserve inside of me, a feeling of love and happiness, of confusion and utter joy for the world around me. I was wary too, in the way that wild things are afraid of the structured alphabets of the hungry rich. I knew that people lied, I didn't care.

There was a man there, in the square. He wore a nice coat and wore black leather gloves an his hands. He tapped his foot impatiently, as if he was waiting for someone or something to happen. It was coming on twelve at night and the square was nearly deserted. I don't know why I didn't leave before he saw me, or turn tail and run when he called out to me. He asked me for help. I liked helping people, I didn't realize what help he needed exactly.

He offered me a warm bed in return and I told him I'd help him with whatever he needed but if I'd know that that help involved me scared shitless and tied to a bedframe then I'd have probably let my toes freeze off. Every time, if I had the chance I'd have chosen the toes.

I stole his gloves in the morning.

'Item #57 Michael's Gloves'
'Michael's house'
'January 12th'

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*February 10th, thirteen years old
They think I'm weird because I've spent the last week at the park just feeding ducks. I like ducks. They're simple as heck and all they care about is the bread you've got in your hands. You know where you are with ducks. I don't know where I'm at right now. So I'm feeding ducks. Ducktherapy.

**September 30th, fifteen years old
Derrick overdosed so I'm feeding ducks today and now on the list of those that have left me there are seventeen ticks. I spent so long thinking about Derrick, Benjamin and all of the rest of them that I didn't realize I was out of the bread until a duck started nibbling on my pant leg. Derrick was sixteen years old and I won't go to his funeral because I'm bad with goodbyes.

'Item #112 dried rose'
'The graveyard'
'Oct. 1st/15'

***April 5th, sixteen years old
I hate it when people tell me that I'll get used to losing people, or that I should be used to it just because I live on the streets. Jayna died today of cancer and all I can think about is the night, two years ago now when I collected her virginity from her and she told me that she loved me. I broke her heart the very next day, I didn't mean to. I'm just an asshole. I'd been spending sundays with Jayna as she got weaker and weaker, I'd take her to the ducks or I'd sit on the end of her bed and tell her jokes. She always liked my jokes. When she asked me if she was horribly ugly I told her that she'd always been stunning and always would be. Her funeral was closed casket, she'd shrunk to the size of a child in her sickness.

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October 8th, sixteen years old
I was hired by a cleaning business which is great because there are so many new things to experience in people's houses and stuff to do. It also meant I could quit my job as a waiter in the cafe just off of the games square. It was pretty good money, but ripred, my manager was more perverted than me and that's saying something.

Pages upon pages of lists go on in a similar fashion. Some subjects have no tally marks while some have so many that they are bursting at the seems. One of the list claims that the owner of the book has killed two people and another list says that they've rescued three. There's a list that counts how many times strangers in the street have waved at them and yet another list of times someone has given him the middle finger. Like the items in the warehouse, there are too many lists to count but all of them show signs of fresh tally marks but for the items lost lists which are so faded and old that one could blow dust off of the pages.

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