Author: drink me pretty PM
We shared pills and basked in their thrill. We howled at the moon and refused to walk in the daylight. We ran away from the world, vowing never to return. We were in love. We were diseased, disillusioned, dying. We thought we were free. We were lost.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,366 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-26-11 - Published: 05-22-10 - id: 2809786
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I awoke several times during the day,
sun-rays and strange laughter bothering
my disoriented senses; I got up the fifth time
to find Elena stoned and giggling at cartoons
on the wide screen, eyes bulging with a redness
that would've put blooming roses to shame.
"Take these," she'd say, grabbing my hands
and placing little white pills inside of them,
a dazed grin plastered to her face.
"Go sleep, Cinderboy, for tonight we attend the ball."
Too tired to understand, too unaware to care,
I swallowed the pills and went back to bed:
I didn't wake up again.
There were no dreams: I awaken from darkness
to more darkness; an expanse of void space that
offered nothing. For some reason, it doesn't bother me.
I'm too detached to be bothered.
"Elena?" I asked the silent room. Where is she?
Stumbling over clothes and random objects, I struggle
toward the hallway--in so many ways, I am blind.
My hands against the wall, I hardly know where I am,
only that I am contained and following the only path
set before me, searching for the girl who had left me there.
A stranger, a beautiful stranger.
No, a beautifully deranged stranger.
"Elena, where are you?"
And that is when the lights turn on.
Dressed in spiderweb leggings, a black tutu and
a black Victorian corset, she stood before me,
her pupils already stretched wide by whatever
magic she had decided to inject into her system--
i could literally almost see the flames flickering
in her eyes.
"Time to go, boy. Get dressed," she said,
tossing a pair of clothes at my chest (the one
that I'd nearly wished I could tear open right then
to give my heart and lungs the proper amount of
oxygen they need--)