Ahstories

ahstories

wasn't happy w ahstories. what the fuck was that. it made me homophobic. anyway so I decided to write Scarlett & ruby meeting. might make a part two, might lick a clit. well have to see how much I like the third ep

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I grab the gin from under the sink--because Troy thinks he’s able to keep his alcoholism a secret by hiding bottles in the most generic places--and run upstairs to my room, on fire. Electric. I drink as I run and it burns my already sore throat, and within the frenzy inside my head I catch myself thinking about how good a cigarette would feel right now. Burned. Searing Maya’s skin, adding a beauty mark like Marilyn Monroe right above her pouty lips--she wanted to be a model, right?

The knife in my room isn’t clean. It’s tainted with the meat I found in the garden--little animals I carved to see the bones. To make things with. They squirm and I feel ethereal as my knife plunges into their tiny chest. I’m the one who makes the fucking choices and I’m the one who decides who feels pain and I’m the one who picks who lives and who dies and I’ll chose for Maya and she’ll squirm like the chipmunks and bunnies and all the cute little creatures that died because of me. Because I chose it. Because I am so fucking powerful that I am able to weild the decision most people are too intimidated to stare in the face. It all comes down to me and my mood. Maya’s life now falls into my scales--her heart and a feather--and I’m waiting for the balance to settle into her fate, and I choose her destiny and for a moment, for just a moment the universe is in the palm of my hands.

A little chrome switchblade I ordered from Amazon when I was fourteen. Well used and well loved, I call her Peggy Sue. Holding the knife, pushing the blade out with my thumb, I take another swig before setting the bottle at my feet. She looks rusty but I know it’s just the dry blood. I think of being the master of the universe as I bring the blade down on my arm.

“Heh, wait.”

Interruptions. Interruptions. Someone is interrupting the fucking greatest moment of my life and has the audacity to chuckle while she did. Before it could register that I should be the only female in the house, I clutched the knife harder--my knuckles white--and started trembling.

“What?” I don’t look away from my arm, I see it as Maya’s. “Get the fuck out.”

“Like I would ever! After that little monologue of yours, I’m way too invested to suddenly leave. Or, to see you leave, I guess fits a little better.”

Monologue?

My head shoots up. In the threshold of my bedroom is a girl I’ve never met before, with raccoon eyes and knotted brown hair. She’s dressed in a biker jacket, zipped closed, and leather pants. My eye twitches at the leather, like she was wearing them for the sole purpose of mocking me, like she knew.

I point the knife over her shoulder. “Get the fuck out.”

“No.”

I stalk towards her. “Get the fuck out.”

She’s grinning. As I get closer, I notice a horrible stench emitting from her jacket. It takes me by surprise and I stagger back, holding my nose and gagging. I never smelled anything like it, it was like sulfur came from her clothes in waves, burning anything it touched. I cough, only to find a similar taste lingering against my tongue, and this time I think I actually will puke.

She steps towards me. “No.”

“Who the hell are you?!” The smell was a cruel torture in of itself, but her smile, and the way she looked at Peggy Sue, told me she still had other plans in mind.

“What were you gonna do with that?” She asks.

“With what?” I rub my watery eyes. “Christ they’re burning! Did you fucking roll in shit?”

“The knife. What were you going to do with the knife?”

“The knife.” What? I look at it in sudden puzzlement. What was I going to do with it? Startled out of my pleasure, none of what I was thinking made any sense. I look at my arm, it wasn’t even the same shade as Maya’s-

The girl shoves my chest, grabs the knife and laughs. She points the blade at my neck. “That was too easy!” She teases me with puckered lips. “My sweet little dreamer, didn’t Momma ever tell you to get your heads outta the clouds?” I back against the wall. “All the action happens down below.”

She pounces and I scream for my dads.

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