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365 Days.
297.
Two o’clock in the morning.
We’re still going at it,
screaming,
laughing,
yelling,
throwing things,
drinking.
My knowledge of my whereabouts ceased to exist,
my lips don’t know the meaning of rest any longer,
they hurt from talking,
the few bites from a few kisses shared during ‘spin the bottle’,
the holding of a strawberry as we pass it from person to person using only our lips,
from the excessive making out in a corner.
from the seven minutes in heaven in the spaces of a dark closet.
My cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling.
my neck is tired of twisting and turning my head to look at things,
my body has had enough of moving and dancing,
my arms tired of being up in the air constantly,
finger sore from holding the glasses of drinks,
legs sore from jumping up and down…
But I’m having fun,
so much fun that all the pain is worth it.
I’m forgetting myself,
all my troubles and problems.
I don’t even notice how many times I shared the bathrooms with other people as we throw up together,
and then laugh.
Cause we feel the same – drunk but ecstatic,
we look the same – wasted but wild,
we are the same – we all seek the same thing,
the nirvana promised to us by the magical drinks,
and the tempting pills,
the lights and the sounds,
we’ll go to it,
we’ll fight for it,
we’ll drink for it…
Three o’clock,
The party isn’t dying down,
it’s still dark so why bother?
We’re still going at it,
screaming,
laughing,
yelling,
throwing things,
drinking.
My knowledge of my whereabouts ceased to exist,
my lips don’t know the meaning of rest any longer,
they hurt from talking,
the few bites from a few kisses shared during ‘spin the bottle’,
the holding of a strawberry as we pass it from person to person using only our lips,
from the excessive making out in a corner.
from the seven minutes in heaven in the spaces of a dark closet.
My cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling.
my neck is tired of twisting and turning my head to look at things,
my body has had enough of moving and dancing,
my arms tired of being up in the air constantly,
finger sore from holding the glasses of drinks,
legs sore from jumping up and down…
But I’m having fun,
so much fun that all the pain is worth it.
I’m forgetting myself,
all my troubles and problems.
I don’t even notice how many times I shared the bathrooms with other people as we throw up together,
and then laugh.
Cause we feel the same – drunk but ecstatic,
we look the same – wasted but wild,
we are the same – we all seek the same thing,
the nirvana promised to us by the magical drinks,
and the tempting pills,
the lights and the sounds,
we’ll go to it,
we’ll fight for it,
we’ll drink for it…
Three o’clock,
The party isn’t dying down,
it’s still dark so why bother?
“Evie!”
Beau’s hand hits my back and the drink goes flying out of my mouth,
“Guess what we just, hic, found!”
Beau’s hand hits my back and the drink goes flying out of my mouth,
“Guess what we just, hic, found!”
I raise a brow,
Haven’t we already explored everything?
“What?”
I shout back over the music.
Haven’t we already explored everything?
“What?”
I shout back over the music.
Beau grins drunkenly at me,
gestures for me to follow and turns,
moving away from the crowd into the halls.
gestures for me to follow and turns,
moving away from the crowd into the halls.
We walk for a few seconds before he kicks open a door that reveals a staircase up.
We both stumble up it,
tripping,
swearing,
laughing,
getting up and repeating.
It goes on for a few minutes before we finally reach the top.
I hear voices inside past a small door.
We both stumble up it,
tripping,
swearing,
laughing,
getting up and repeating.
It goes on for a few minutes before we finally reach the top.
I hear voices inside past a small door.
Beau puts a finger to his lips and grins more,
pushing the door open to reveal a dusty attic.
pushing the door open to reveal a dusty attic.
My mouth drops open as I observe the scene that swims before my eyes.
I have to blink a few times and rub them before I see clearly and really see it.
There’s a group of five other people,
Kenzie included,
all sitting around with candles lit here and there.
In the middle is an Ouija board.
I gasp and walk over,
getting on my knees when I’ve had enough of tripping over invisible thigns,
and keeping my drink in my hand as I crawl over to the board.
My fingers trace over it,
“It’s so pretty,”
I say as if hypnotized.
I have to blink a few times and rub them before I see clearly and really see it.
There’s a group of five other people,
Kenzie included,
all sitting around with candles lit here and there.
In the middle is an Ouija board.
I gasp and walk over,
getting on my knees when I’ve had enough of tripping over invisible thigns,
and keeping my drink in my hand as I crawl over to the board.
My fingers trace over it,
“It’s so pretty,”
I say as if hypnotized.
“Guys watch out,
he’s already possessed,”
someone jokes.
The group laughs.
he’s already possessed,”
someone jokes.
The group laughs.
“Oh shut it!”
I giggle and shove the guy in the shoulder,
“I’m perfectly fine.”
We stare it a little longer in wonder.
No one dares touch it.
Yet.
I giggle and shove the guy in the shoulder,
“I’m perfectly fine.”
We stare it a little longer in wonder.
No one dares touch it.
Yet.
“How’d you get this?”
someone asks.
someone asks.
Kenzie pulls on the joint,
“My mum’s ma spoke to dead people’s relatives.
She also read cards.
She did weird shit like this sometimes,
like,
she’d sit in a room and just talk to air.”
“My mum’s ma spoke to dead people’s relatives.
She also read cards.
She did weird shit like this sometimes,
like,
she’d sit in a room and just talk to air.”
We all shudder and look at each other
But the thought of summoning some dead person up is too unbearable.
But the thought of summoning some dead person up is too unbearable.
“Say,
did y’all hear what ‘appened to Beau’s friend’s cousin though?”
Kenzie asks with a small chuckle,
“They found ‘im all wet ‘n’ bloated on a side of a river.
Say he drowned,
but Beau and me self don’t think so.”
Beau nods in agreement,
all serious,
“Ay,
he had deep scratches on him too,
like ‘em scratches you get when you scratch yourself long and hard in one go.
As if someone grabbed him and dragged him under.
Had bruised marks on his ankles too,
someone must’ve grabbed him.”
did y’all hear what ‘appened to Beau’s friend’s cousin though?”
Kenzie asks with a small chuckle,
“They found ‘im all wet ‘n’ bloated on a side of a river.
Say he drowned,
but Beau and me self don’t think so.”
Beau nods in agreement,
all serious,
“Ay,
he had deep scratches on him too,
like ‘em scratches you get when you scratch yourself long and hard in one go.
As if someone grabbed him and dragged him under.
Had bruised marks on his ankles too,
someone must’ve grabbed him.”
The group looks from Beau to Kenzie to the board.
Someone waves their hand with a shrug,
“Eh,
whatever,
let’s do it.”
Someone waves their hand with a shrug,
“Eh,
whatever,
let’s do it.”
So we all pitch in,
crowding around the board as we start,
trying to see movement.
We’re all chattering,
whispering loudly,
excited.
crowding around the board as we start,
trying to see movement.
We’re all chattering,
whispering loudly,
excited.
“Oi shut up!”
Kenzie barks,
shoving through the crowd to the board,
“And step back will ya?
Ain’t no ghost gonna come with y’all screaming like that!”
The group mutters unhappily and complains but Kenzie’s having none of it.
She reaches out and shoves the guys back then orders for them to stay there.
Finally she manages to get everyone settled and starts it all again.
This time no one dares to move.
Everyone just stares,
Watches the board for the slightest of movement.
Kenzie barks,
shoving through the crowd to the board,
“And step back will ya?
Ain’t no ghost gonna come with y’all screaming like that!”
The group mutters unhappily and complains but Kenzie’s having none of it.
She reaches out and shoves the guys back then orders for them to stay there.
Finally she manages to get everyone settled and starts it all again.
This time no one dares to move.
Everyone just stares,
Watches the board for the slightest of movement.
“House needs to be haunted for this to work.
I’m going.”
Someone mumbles,
unhappy when nothing moves.
I’m going.”
Someone mumbles,
unhappy when nothing moves.
Beau grabs their hand,
“Nay you pussy,
Stay.
Got a dead aunt or somethin’ that we can call?”
“Nay you pussy,
Stay.
Got a dead aunt or somethin’ that we can call?”
“My mum’s dead.”
I suddenly blurt out,
not even thinking.
I suddenly blurt out,
not even thinking.
Beau looks at me,
“What she die from?”
He studies me carefully for a second.
“What she die from?”
He studies me carefully for a second.
I shrug,
”Sickness.”
”Sickness.”
“We want something gory,”
someone in the group replies,
“So the ghost is angry and all that,
not sad and loving.”
A few others nod.
someone in the group replies,
“So the ghost is angry and all that,
not sad and loving.”
A few others nod.
”Got something better to offer then?”
I snap back.
I snap back.
“Actually,
I do,”
Kenzie shoves some guys who’ve crept closer back again,
”My uncle.
Got mangled up in a factory.”
I do,”
Kenzie shoves some guys who’ve crept closer back again,
”My uncle.
Got mangled up in a factory.”
The group ‘ooh’s.
”Sweet,
let’s call him.”
”Sweet,
let’s call him.”
Kenzie smirks and chants softly,
Placing a picture of her uncle that she found nearby down by the ouija board.
Placing a picture of her uncle that she found nearby down by the ouija board.
The silence is tense.
I swear I can hear my heart beating.
For a long moment nothing happens.
Then something smashes in the attic.
Everyone flinches and looks over,
straining their already tired eyes to see through the dark.
There’s a creak,
and another one,
and another,
heading closer into the direction of where the group is sitting.
I hear someone whimper.
I’m pissing myself from fear as something in the air moves.
And then something cold touches my cheek,
forcing me to look up.
I expect it to be a mangled face with layers of skin and flesh peeling off but it’s nothing alike.
In fact,
it’s what rises all of guilt in me.
The room swirls,
it fades to darkness,
and there’s only one image on my mind.
The image of the face I saw.
My mother.
I swear I can hear my heart beating.
For a long moment nothing happens.
Then something smashes in the attic.
Everyone flinches and looks over,
straining their already tired eyes to see through the dark.
There’s a creak,
and another one,
and another,
heading closer into the direction of where the group is sitting.
I hear someone whimper.
I’m pissing myself from fear as something in the air moves.
And then something cold touches my cheek,
forcing me to look up.
I expect it to be a mangled face with layers of skin and flesh peeling off but it’s nothing alike.
In fact,
it’s what rises all of guilt in me.
The room swirls,
it fades to darkness,
and there’s only one image on my mind.
The image of the face I saw.
My mother.
~ * ~
I land onto the ground with a thud.
“Oof.”
I groan and roll onto my back,
taking a good few deep breaths of fresh air.
It’s nice to be able to breathe for once.
Especially if the whole breath of air just got knocked out of you.
I open my eyes and stare up at a once-white ceiling that’s now layered with bits of food.
The ground beneath me is cool,
pleasant to the skin but very uncomfortable and hard.
Sitting up after a few minutes,
I look around.
I’m not in the same room as I woke up last time,
but it’s in the same house.
That I know because I can see Beau a few meters away from me,
snoring away,
clutching the beer bottle close to his chest like a teddy bear.
It’s cute.
His blonde hair falls over his closed eyes that are a magnificent blue when they’re open.
He’s an interesting character.
I can’t lie around here all day however,
so I get up,
walking slowly towards the door and down to the kitchen.
I find Kenzie already at the stove,
cooking something.
“Oof.”
I groan and roll onto my back,
taking a good few deep breaths of fresh air.
It’s nice to be able to breathe for once.
Especially if the whole breath of air just got knocked out of you.
I open my eyes and stare up at a once-white ceiling that’s now layered with bits of food.
The ground beneath me is cool,
pleasant to the skin but very uncomfortable and hard.
Sitting up after a few minutes,
I look around.
I’m not in the same room as I woke up last time,
but it’s in the same house.
That I know because I can see Beau a few meters away from me,
snoring away,
clutching the beer bottle close to his chest like a teddy bear.
It’s cute.
His blonde hair falls over his closed eyes that are a magnificent blue when they’re open.
He’s an interesting character.
I can’t lie around here all day however,
so I get up,
walking slowly towards the door and down to the kitchen.
I find Kenzie already at the stove,
cooking something.
“Oh!
You’re awake!”
she exclaims seeing me,
and beams.
You’re awake!”
she exclaims seeing me,
and beams.
How does she never get a hangover?
I tiredly nod to her,
”Morning.”
Looking around sleepily,
I add,
“What happened?”
I tiredly nod to her,
”Morning.”
Looking around sleepily,
I add,
“What happened?”
“Huh?
Oh yesterday?
Well after we supposedly summoned my uncle,
you freaked out and went so pale whilst staring into the air
that everyone pissed themselves and ran out of the room.
Beau and I had to carry you out,
you were passed out cold.”
She grabs some painkillers and offers them to me.
Oh yesterday?
Well after we supposedly summoned my uncle,
you freaked out and went so pale whilst staring into the air
that everyone pissed themselves and ran out of the room.
Beau and I had to carry you out,
you were passed out cold.”
She grabs some painkillers and offers them to me.
I shake my head and sit down at the table,
looking at my hands.
Passed out cold?
Why?
What did I see?
I strain my memory and push it to its limits but nothing comes up.
Just empty space.
Just darkness.
Just black.
Maybe I’ll remember it later today…
Oh shit.
I sit up quickly.
“What time is it?”
looking at my hands.
Passed out cold?
Why?
What did I see?
I strain my memory and push it to its limits but nothing comes up.
Just empty space.
Just darkness.
Just black.
Maybe I’ll remember it later today…
Oh shit.
I sit up quickly.
“What time is it?”
“Time?”
Kenzie glances at the clock,
”It’s three in the afternoon,
why?”
Kenzie glances at the clock,
”It’s three in the afternoon,
why?”
I twist my lips and slump in my chair.
Useless.
Pointless going home now and explaining that I got lost or stayed at a friends.
Not only do I reek of alcohol
(probably)
but also have my clothes torn and not exactly in a presentable state.
No lies will save me now.
Unless that I got kidnapped or something.
Ha.
I bury my face into my hands and ponder on what to do.
Feeling something touch my hair and stroke it lightly,
I look up to find Kenzie beside me.
“I don’t know what to do,”
I complain,
“I can’t go home.
Not in this state.
Father will kill me this time for sure.”
Useless.
Pointless going home now and explaining that I got lost or stayed at a friends.
Not only do I reek of alcohol
(probably)
but also have my clothes torn and not exactly in a presentable state.
No lies will save me now.
Unless that I got kidnapped or something.
Ha.
I bury my face into my hands and ponder on what to do.
Feeling something touch my hair and stroke it lightly,
I look up to find Kenzie beside me.
“I don’t know what to do,”
I complain,
“I can’t go home.
Not in this state.
Father will kill me this time for sure.”
Kenzie’s eyes are soft with compassion and sympathy,
“I know,”
she says softly.
“I know.”
“I know,”
she says softly.
“I know.”
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