out of reach. [hannah]
Jul 23, 2012 18:46:30 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Jul 23, 2012 18:46:30 GMT -5
[61536C] [4B416B] [59567B]Steal my heart and hold my tongue.
I feel my time, my time has come.
Let me in, unlock the door.
I've never felt this way before.
A plume of suffocating smoke left his mouth then, starting its journey towards the sky above. Another puff entered into his lungs, filling up the organs with its poison. And once again, it left through his chapped lips as he exhaled. This cycle continued until the cylindrical, paper-like object in between two of the boy's fingers was reduced to nothing but a stub. With a casual flick, the object dropped to the ground and came to a rest on the rugged cobblestone that could be found all throughout District Twelve. Chocolate brown irises were soon covered by eyelids that fluttered closed as the boy allowed the last bit of smoke to exit his body. A short cough escaped from him, and it echoed against the walls of the alleyway. Nobody else was around to notice. Maybe he hadn't even coughed at all.
Callen Ryder stepped away from the wall, bringing his surprisingly still hands up to his hood before pulling it over to cover his head. The rain that was falling was fairly light and the storm that loomed overhead had not yet shown its true power. A burst of thunder could be heard every so often, sending a shiver down Callen's spine. He never really enjoyed thunderstorms, ever since a younger age. They made him jealous in a way. A thunderstorm was allowed to let everything out without being held back, letting its energy explode in a chorus of booms, bangs and claps. And unlike a thunderstorm, Callen never could. His energy was restrained for most of the day, chained down inside of him so it was unable to break free. Although it was a weird thought to have, Callen wished that he could be a thunderstorm. There in an instant and gone just as fast, expressing everything all the while. Such a strange thought.
But strange thoughts weren't uncommon when they came from the mind of the young man. Whether he was under the influence of the energy restricting medication or indulging in a treat such as he had moments ago, his mind was never quite there. Nor did he care. The "drug", as the boy from his class had called it, was supposed to relax him completely. Essentially, it produced the same effect as the medication, minus the terrible side effects and the "chained-up" feeling that came with it. That's why he preferred it. Callen never really wished to enter into the life of drugs but sometimes you're left at a crossroads and you just have to take the darker path. Although, in his eyes, it was the lighter one. Anything was better than the medication. His memory had begun to piece back together since he stopped taking the pills. Maybe everything was better.
Each step he took was loud enough to be heard throughout the whole alley. His shoes were light and his tread usually was too but something about the drug made everything about him heavier. Even his eyelids. They threatened to close and for a brief moment, they did. One foot got caught up with the other and before he knew it, he was stumbling forward. Had he not thrown his hand out to balance himself on the wall, exhaustion probably would have found him while he remained on the cold ground. And so, his palm brushed against the wall as he continued to walk, using the solid wall as support. He had no idea where to go. His home was in the complete opposite direction and would take the better part of an hour to get to. Which left him with one other option.
Three weeks. It had been three whole weeks since he last spoke to her. It wasn't like he didn't try. Several times he found himself standing just a few metres from her door, wishing to discover the words that he needed to say to fix everything in just a moment. He hadn't really done much that needed to be apologized for. Walking away from her without any explanation wasn't too bad. He had done worst before. Much worse. In truth, he never really treated his best friend the way she deserved to be treated. Which was not fair at all. She would do everything for him and all he did in return was go with her to places when she needed somebody. And yet he was her best friend, somehow. It still puzzled him to this day. She could do so much better than him. But he appreciated her. He liked her. In fact, Callen loved Audriana. Probably more than she would ever know.
And now he was standing outside her house. The moon was right above, marking the middle of the night. The rain seemed to increase its power and speed in just a few seconds and soon he found himself standing in a downpour, his clothes sticking to his now wet skin. The thin grey v-neck was plastered against him, showing off the exact shape of his chest. The sweater was also damp, most of his protected by the black leather jacket that completed his outfit. And his hood provided no protecting, leaving him completely and utterly drenched. And all he could hope for was that Audri would open the door and welcome him in. He cupped his hands around his mouth before sucking in air and exhaling her name as loud as he could.
"Audri. Sweetheart. Come out." But there was no point. Nothing even budged in the house. Not one thing. Which left Callen no choice. He walked across the street, throwing his hands up in the air. Thanks for giving me even more shit to deal with. He had no idea who the thought was directed at but it was there. Maybe the drugs were still controlling most of his brain activity. He had no clue. It seemed a logical answer when he ended up stumbling forward, landing on the wet dirt at the edge of the road on all fours. All of his energy was nearly gone. So he pressed himself up against the house nearby and held his head in his hands before closing his eyes to drown out the world.The wheels just keep on turning,
The drummer begins to drum,
I don't know which way I'm going,
I don't know which way I've come.