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Submitted by Posthumous Laughter (View user info) at 2004-06-10 19:16:34 EDT
Part one-
There he stood, gripping the bottle of beer tightly in his right hand. The rain poured down around him, drenching the sounds of the party. His leather jacket, soaked, would never be the same. Neither would his life.
The party had started a few hours ago, back at his friend's house, several blocks away. Pre-gaming was always a must for a party where he did not the host, as there might not be free booze. Better to go drunk and find more than show up sober and be screwed.
They sat around the apartment drinking and playing cards. It was Halloween, and everybody had dressed up. Outside the rain had started to pour. Los Angeles can be a bitch in the rain. This city was not meant for it. Streets filling the edge of the sidewalks, lawns becoming rice gardens, not to mention that nobody in the entire city can drive in the rain.
They had went out and purchased a couple sixes before retiring to the apartment to wait for the entire crew to assemble. People never stare at freaks in Los Angeles, its normal. So wearing spurs and a cowboy hat for Halloween wont even get you a comment from a bum. One by one they trickled in; eighties man, land shark, greasy car salesman, and several more cowboys. They were all there. Time to go.
Whoever thought meeting here was a good idea was wrong. It turned out the party was farther than previously though, and due to the consumption of alcohol, driving was out of the picture. A 'two block' walk became a 10-block huff though the streams of Hollywood's streets. Somehow running through the rain drunk will sober you up quick, no matter how fast you run it won't keep you dry.
Dodging from apartment to apartment building, keeping under the eves as much as possible, they finally arrived. It appeared their attempt to arrive fashionable late, turned into unfashionable early. The two houses were almost empty, but there were plenty of free drinks.
He made his way into the kitchen, introducing himself to 'ghandi' and a 'baby'. Apparently the baby lived here. They were quite liberal with the beer and assured that there would be more people soon enough. He walked out side and pulled his cigarettes from his pocket. Mostly dry. The small fire lit up the dark patio and his face. Darkness again. The quiet murmur from unknown people eyeing him. Doesn't matter he thought, I will never see any of them again.
Hours past and beers flowed. Soon it was a party. Characters from movies, serial killers, robots even a girl dressed as Jenna Jamison. Good times.
As the last drop of beer from his 9th past his lips, it hit him. Standing under a tree by himself in the yard, he realized something. He was numb, not because he was drenched to the bone or because it was 45 degrees out. Numb to feeling. He had forgotten everything that mattered. Noting occupied his mind or attention more than getting away from this. His girlfriend, gone. His friends at the party, gone. Not one thing meant anything. His entire life had culminated into nothing right before him. He had to leave. Never before had he felt the desire to flee so badly. Everything around him started to whirl. His friends called out to him in the dark, no response. He just started walking, then running.
The sounds of people faded behind him. Only the slight din of bad rap music and rain was audible. Soon that was replaced with the drum of his heart. Where was he headed? Did it matter? Just run. Run like you have never run before. The rain stung his face as he sprinted across intersections, under streetlights, and away from everything he had ever known. Tears began to stream down his cheeks only to be washed away by the constant rain. His breath came faster and faster. Lungs aching, legs about to buckle. Then it happened. Something in his chest burst. A warm feeling spreading throughout his extremities and he collapsed
His knees struck the jagged pavement drawing blood, but that did not matter. He knelt there grabbing his chest, gasping for air. The sidewalk began to turn red as the blood from his knees spread into the water. He looked up and was blinded by the light above. He could not hear anything, not even a pulse. He slumped forward onto the cement. His face grinding into the concrete, his teeth going through his lip, as a pool of blood spread from his face.
User Reviews
Submitted by Magicaddict (user info) at 2004-06-11 12:04:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Pretty good, but I hope part 2 clarifies things.
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-06-11 00:30:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is a really good story, no doubt about it, but I need a reason that he just all of a sudden got up and ran. I'm sure you will eventually tell.
Submitted by legallady (user info) at 2004-06-10 21:59:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
this is good.
Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2004-06-10 20:09:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent.
Submitted by calbearspolo (user info) at 2004-06-10 19:43:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I will eagerly wait part 2.
Submitted by conrad (user info) at 2004-06-10 19:34:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by fluff (user info) at 2004-06-10 19:31:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
ouch.
Submitted by texgirl (user info) at 2004-06-10 19:29:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
OK, go on.....