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A night to remember, but never speak of
TRIGGER WARNING
MATURE CONTENT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE MADE UP AS ARE ALL EVENTS DEPICTED.
Street lights flying by in a rhythmic blur, the sound of the sedan barreling down the high way,
The blaring music shaking the walls as my mouth dribbles the beer down my chin.
Whiskey in every burp, the weed and pills on the tray.
The night scream opportunity for malcontents
My best friend Mickey in the back Seat snorting the last of the coke.I had just gotten the go ahead from my favorite girl. Hence the 95 in a 70
Mickey and I go way back, starting fights and finishing em just as quick, hell Mickey is probably the only one I'd ever stick up a liquor spot with.
Been my rock since my life fell apart. Guess it's all my fault though.
Never was one who was good at keeping my shit together.
Couldn't tell you how badly not having my family did me in on a daily basis. The pills keep coming though. Keeps me from wallowing in the sadness.
"I fucking love this song"
I crank the radio.
Mickeys hair bouncing in the rear view as the heavy bassline and brutal drums erupt Windows down,
I know it was wrong to steal from my folks.
I can admit it wasn't right of me to take so much for granted.
They always had plenty
Too much.
Left me with nothing and demanded I carve my own path. As if this world was nothing more than endless roads already carved and driven in. How do they not see how finite and limited our lives were.
No more.
I live for me.
I live for the edge of my seat.
I live for Mickey breaking a bottle on that dealers head and there is nothing that means as much to me as the freedom that giving up my charade was.
I can feel how ever I want. I can drink with my psycho into the night.
"You're the fucking man mickey!
No no I really mean it!"
Speeding off the highway catching the light and hitting a pot hole hard
"You know the best part of this freedom mickey? we don't need shit from no one man, it's just you and me.
We'll show this damn world what it really means to live."
The lights of down town surround the rusted red sedan
Cutting corners and skipping a stop sign.
"I ain't seen this girl in 3 weeks mickey 3 weeks!, Her friend ain't the Rizz but when's that stop you, ya fuckin animal huh?"
smacking the back Seat with one hand to punctuate.
The tires screech and horns blare from what seems like every direction. Violent reaching as the car slides right.
In a moment of panic, too fast to really attempt anything
A deer in headlights for a single blink of a strobe ligh at a rave.
The world stills.
Beads of sweat as my hands shake Harder than I thought possible while still holding the wheel.
"Holy.. Holy Oh God mickey are you alright man fuck I'm sorry dude they came out of nowhere"
The priceless feeling comes back, my cheeks can't help but rise as a start the laugh
"Fuck man! BAM! Just like that fly on the window" Hysterical now rocking so hard the car squeals.
"mickey man you good?
come on mickey?"
Turning around all the way mickey lays with his head down his shades hanging low and vomit dribbling onto his shirt and lap.
"Oh fuck no..MCKEY!"
Trying to jump into the back Seat my legs hit the dash and I do little more than tilt his head to the side, shades dropping to the floor.
"No no no no no..."
worming my body next to him as the tears come.
"what the hell man not you too, you know I won't make it Mickey come on!"
tilting his head and shaking fingers to his pale cheek and puke caked hair.
I push on his bird like chest and clearing his throat with my fingers. ..
I try... I scream... I beg... Rage..
Why not me?
Mickey was the good one... always there for me...
I sit back against the opposite window his dark silhouette a silent spector in the silence between my sobs.
My mind screams.
You're so fucked,
where do you think you could hide a body?
Body? Get him to a hospital NOW°He's gone what's the point?
There was never a point... in any of this. You already know that.
You're right.
You're sick...
Turn yourself in and get him a funeral
NO
He wouldn't want you locked up freedom is the only thing that matters..
The body...
Just... let it go
The carves stolen...
We don't have IDs.. just Let it go.
I Step out the car my kegs shaking, as I fill the bag with as much of the ahit as I can.
I'm sorry mickey it's what you've wanted!
I turn tail.. and run.. run into the night.. the next town.. state if I can..
I'll miss you Mickey.
I'm so Sorry...
TO BE CONTINUED?
© All Rights Reserved
MATURE CONTENT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE MADE UP AS ARE ALL EVENTS DEPICTED.
Street lights flying by in a rhythmic blur, the sound of the sedan barreling down the high way,
The blaring music shaking the walls as my mouth dribbles the beer down my chin.
Whiskey in every burp, the weed and pills on the tray.
The night scream opportunity for malcontents
My best friend Mickey in the back Seat snorting the last of the coke.I had just gotten the go ahead from my favorite girl. Hence the 95 in a 70
Mickey and I go way back, starting fights and finishing em just as quick, hell Mickey is probably the only one I'd ever stick up a liquor spot with.
Been my rock since my life fell apart. Guess it's all my fault though.
Never was one who was good at keeping my shit together.
Couldn't tell you how badly not having my family did me in on a daily basis. The pills keep coming though. Keeps me from wallowing in the sadness.
"I fucking love this song"
I crank the radio.
Mickeys hair bouncing in the rear view as the heavy bassline and brutal drums erupt Windows down,
I know it was wrong to steal from my folks.
I can admit it wasn't right of me to take so much for granted.
They always had plenty
Too much.
Left me with nothing and demanded I carve my own path. As if this world was nothing more than endless roads already carved and driven in. How do they not see how finite and limited our lives were.
No more.
I live for me.
I live for the edge of my seat.
I live for Mickey breaking a bottle on that dealers head and there is nothing that means as much to me as the freedom that giving up my charade was.
I can feel how ever I want. I can drink with my psycho into the night.
"You're the fucking man mickey!
No no I really mean it!"
Speeding off the highway catching the light and hitting a pot hole hard
"You know the best part of this freedom mickey? we don't need shit from no one man, it's just you and me.
We'll show this damn world what it really means to live."
The lights of down town surround the rusted red sedan
Cutting corners and skipping a stop sign.
"I ain't seen this girl in 3 weeks mickey 3 weeks!, Her friend ain't the Rizz but when's that stop you, ya fuckin animal huh?"
smacking the back Seat with one hand to punctuate.
The tires screech and horns blare from what seems like every direction. Violent reaching as the car slides right.
In a moment of panic, too fast to really attempt anything
A deer in headlights for a single blink of a strobe ligh at a rave.
The world stills.
Beads of sweat as my hands shake Harder than I thought possible while still holding the wheel.
"Holy.. Holy Oh God mickey are you alright man fuck I'm sorry dude they came out of nowhere"
The priceless feeling comes back, my cheeks can't help but rise as a start the laugh
"Fuck man! BAM! Just like that fly on the window" Hysterical now rocking so hard the car squeals.
"mickey man you good?
come on mickey?"
Turning around all the way mickey lays with his head down his shades hanging low and vomit dribbling onto his shirt and lap.
"Oh fuck no..MCKEY!"
Trying to jump into the back Seat my legs hit the dash and I do little more than tilt his head to the side, shades dropping to the floor.
"No no no no no..."
worming my body next to him as the tears come.
"what the hell man not you too, you know I won't make it Mickey come on!"
tilting his head and shaking fingers to his pale cheek and puke caked hair.
I push on his bird like chest and clearing his throat with my fingers. ..
I try... I scream... I beg... Rage..
Why not me?
Mickey was the good one... always there for me...
I sit back against the opposite window his dark silhouette a silent spector in the silence between my sobs.
My mind screams.
You're so fucked,
where do you think you could hide a body?
Body? Get him to a hospital NOW°He's gone what's the point?
There was never a point... in any of this. You already know that.
You're right.
You're sick...
Turn yourself in and get him a funeral
NO
He wouldn't want you locked up freedom is the only thing that matters..
The body...
Just... let it go
The carves stolen...
We don't have IDs.. just Let it go.
I Step out the car my kegs shaking, as I fill the bag with as much of the ahit as I can.
I'm sorry mickey it's what you've wanted!
I turn tail.. and run.. run into the night.. the next town.. state if I can..
I'll miss you Mickey.
I'm so Sorry...
TO BE CONTINUED?
© All Rights Reserved
