Hallelujah Part 3 - Good Friday (402 hits)
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Submitted by Grownasskid (View user info) at 2006-04-17 23:21:07 EDT
Sometimes I look back on it and I wonder if could have put a stop to it. When I think about that night, and I don't think about it often, but when I do I wonder if there was anything I could do or say to stop it. But then I remember what she told me the first time that she met me, and I realized that it could never have stopped it. Besides, I was busy that night, and what's one more dead hood rat in a world full of smiling diseases and laughing infection like the one we live in?
I've never had a great memory, but I remember to this day. It was a Friday night and we were back at the church. It was a typical party. There was something for everyone that night; there was coke for the yuppies and beer for the pussies. There was X for the nymphs and speed for the slackers, and if you knew where to look, there was some junk for the pros like me. The church was filled with people I didn't know and didn't care to know. No one talked to me but Charlemagne and the Fatty. I told both of them to fuck off whenever they came by. I hadn't seen Holly since we got back from L.A that morning.
At some point I started off on the candy. It gave me a nosebleed, but I didn't care; it was a party. I heard Charlemagne say something about the basement; about going on a vision quest. Fucking Idiot. I was about to hit the junk when I saw Holly come downstairs. She was dressed as usual, wrapped in her destructive beauty that was both excited me and revolted me. She sat next to me on the couch and told me something I never expected to hear. She leaned in and told me she had to concentrate when we kissed. She told me she had to focus on not loving me. Then she kissed me on the mouth and we started doing some sexy things.
I knew she was full of bullshit; I knew she didn't love me. I knew she was only a kid no matter how old she wanted everyone to think. She was a girl, nothing more; she had a girl's feeling of the power of love. She was looking for a savior. I didn't tell her that love was a feeling, not a fucking magic spell. I didn't tell her she couldn't be saved. I didn't tell her to get the fuck off of me. I kissed her back, and kept that shit to myself.
I remember the look in her eyes right before Charlemagne showed up. I remember how young she looked; how frightened and sad. Charlemagne grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the couch. I don't know if she was going to protest, but I knew once he reached into his sweatpants and pulled out the junk that she was sold. She took Charlemagne by the hand and let him lead her into the basement. Charlemagne was talking his usual bullshit about going on a vision quest; about finding god. I watched her walk down the steps into the basement, not even bothering to look over at me. Turns out it would be the last time I ever saw her.
The rest of what happened I can't really vouch for. I heard it thought bits of overheard conversation and whispered gossip. I guess what went down in the basement was that Charlemagne give Holly a big fix; Holly was supposed to see god. Then Charlemagne gave himself a big hit, following Holly on his vision quest. Only Holly had too much. Story is that they poured water all over her head to try to get her to wake up. When that didn't work, they thought about calling the hospital. I guess what they did instead was toss in her the dumpster behind the movie theater. I can't say for sure if that's true or not.
And why can't I say? Why didn't I go down there after her? What was I doing that was so important?
I was getting with her fat hood rat friend.
She came to in a pine box. It was dark and warm. She opened her eyes and saw wood all around her. She was on a bench. There was a screen in the wall next to her. For a moment she thought she was in her grave and she panicked. She kicked out with both feet and calmed down when she felt one of the walls give way, as if it were made of cloth. She knew where she was.
Hallelujah got up and walked out of the confessional. She was limping; one of her heels was broken. She looked around at the church. It was dark and warm, with the only light coming from some candles around the alter. The saints in the glass stained windows seemed to loom over her in the flickering shadows. The old church was creaking and moaning in a way that only old buildings can; as if their walls have seen too much to remain silent after all their years. It was an eerie place, but Hallelujah was not afraid.
She limped over to one of the pews and sat down; her body was reeking of infection and she could feel herself burning up with fever. She sat and looked at the alter. Her eyes drifted up to a crucifix. It was a giant white marble crucifix; Jesus himself was carved into the stone. He looked down on the girl; the girl looked up at him. Hallelujah wondered if he ever liked the view. She got on her knees and folded her hands.
Memories came flying back to her. She remembered her parents at her sixth birthday party, and the cake that had her name on it. She remembered her first communion where she got her gold cross. She remembered seeing her father beat her mother. She remembered her father's warm hands as he gripped her shoulders and told her to relax. She remembered the kind of things no 12 year old should know about and no one should ever remember. She remembered running away, living on the street, and calling herself Holly. She remembered.
She prayed. She prayed for forgiveness and for answers. She prayed to know what to do when a soft girl fell on hard times; she prayed for help and for salvation. She prayed until she passed out. She lay there on the floor of the church, with Jesus Christ looking down on her from his cross; no one knows whether or not he enjoyed the view. Her gold cross twinkled in the candle light.
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Submitted by Coleslaw_Murphy (user info) at 2006-04-18 18:26:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I just read these 3 parts. Well done. <- same review on each
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-04-18 05:52:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yup, I like this. Nice sentiment, refreshing stylee and subject matter. It's all good.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-04-17 23:27:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
More?
Cos that would be great.