killer kids } syth.gaige
Feb 1, 2016 1:40:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 1:40:02 GMT -5
GAIGE FULBRIGHT
looking up from underneath
fractured moonlight in the s e a
reflections still look the same to me
as before i went u n d e r
fractured moonlight in the s e a
reflections still look the same to me
as before i went u n d e r
A quick walk, really, from our home to their's, masquerade masks in hand as Isaac and Benny giggle to each other about girls and I more so talk to myself about the history of the thirty second games. Simple arena, simple tributes, a career victory; it was asymmetric - existing in two realms, perfectly balanced on both sides. As simple as butterfly wings, it's exactly exact in every form of thought and- "yeah, Gaige picked his own shit mask out."
"Fuck off, Isaac,"
We chuckle before they go back talking about the party and I rub the bags under my eyes. Originally it was supposed to be a closed invitation, I think, who really cares. It ended up being more of a word of mouth thing, each person got to invite one more. One of the guys at our home got an invitation - Valentine, I think? - anyways, he invited Benny who invited my bloke, Isaac, who ripped me to come clacking boots down side path gravel roads on the way to the host's house. Her name? No idea, great thing about party's, by the end of it I shouldn't remember my own either.
"Aye, Benny, you do know the way, right?"
"Course I do, fuck head! Besides, just look for the one which all the drunk cunts."
K. I stick my left hand in my pocket with my right so dragging to carry the mask. Benny didn't really want me to come, I'm a lightweight really. He's the type of man to drink until he passes out, shows up to the gym all the time wasted. Still gets better marks with throwing weapons than me too, drunk off his ass. Meanwhile, the one time I drank before I spent the rest of the night upchucking into the host's bowls.
We walk a bit further, until Isaac decides to race Benny while I keep at a normal pace, an asymmetric pace. Each one the same size as the last, and Benny mutters something about leaving me and I mutter something that rhymes with "blink leech, aunt" and chuckle.
I'm just a lightweight anyways.
And when we reach the house itself, music is playing through the opened arch of the front door, girls being doused in alcohol while a crowd watches and a naked guy streaking through the yard - and Benny's face is priceless. I'm talking as light up as Silas when him and I started the adventure fund. I'm pretty sure Isaac stole the money from that jar. One of the windows are smashed open by a thrown dildo, and I look at Isaac and the two of us look back at Benny.
"I guess the masks aren't a thing anymore?"
"Hell nah, Gaige," and Benny grabs all three of ours and throws them in a bush, "fuck that." And he leaves to the crowd, handing his jacket to me as Isaac and I push cunts to get inside of the house.
Tragic, too, the inside of the house probably would've looked beautiful if there weren't fresh spaghetti stains against the walls and a guy throwing up onto a couple mid-make out on the couch. The same naked guys pushes on Isaac to get past him and through the entrance. And I toss Benny's coat on the couple as we pass through, following Isaac upstairs - he's a cunt anyways.
I grip the stairway handle and it immediately smells like alcohol, not like just the smell, but suffocating of it. Nauseating, and I nearly fall, Isaac muttering a "fuck," before I catch myself and a second wind. Then the asshole swigs me a glass of something from off a counter with some crackers as I sat down, and I side eye the hell out of him - "what, Gaige?"
"The fuck is this?"
"No idea! Just don't be a pussy, c'mon you never do anything."
Whatever, and I try just sipping the surface, and he nearly laughs before handing me some crackers - "you gotta chug, it's not wine dude."
"Fuck off, Sil-"
"Fine, maybe I'll save some of the night."
And I feel sick, my stomach green while I chug a part of it still sitting and I feel it like a separate part of my body swirling. "Shit," and I stand up, my head pounding from the music as a guy with a poncho chases the naked running guy and three girls grind on each other in a corner, "Silas, fuck," I meant Isaac, I swear I did and my tongue feels numb in the salt of downing the rest of the drink for some sense of self pride for once.
God I hate myself.
I slam the drink down on the counter, "well fuckin' go, asshole," like he can hear me and I feel a push in the bottom of that part of me between my gut and my stomach - I didn't want to come. I sat at my table writing notes about the vitalization period of the beginning of the games, muttering "mhmm, nah" when Isaac asked me to come before him and Benny argued over it. I didn't want to fucking come anyways, Silas, always so godda-
My throat burns. I hate drinking, running outside to the balcony I slip on the exit way, a girl trying to flirt with some guy drops her cigarette as I hip my face against the wooden planks, not being able to swear as I heave, acid burning my throat.
Fucking Isaac.
and it's peaceful in the deep
c a t h e d r a l where you cannot breathe
no need to pray
no need to s p e a k
c a t h e d r a l where you cannot breathe
no need to pray
no need to s p e a k