Borrowed Time ( Part I Stupid) (368 hits)
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Submitted by That Crazy Wizard (View user info) at 2005-06-09 06:45:16 EDT
Totally unedited, except spell check, and I was intoxicated. Enjoy.
He woke up with the taste of smoke in his mouth, not remembering most of the night and being pleasantly surprised to find himself alive and in his own bed. He slowly checked his surroundings to confirm that he was in fact in his own room and not a room that looked suspiciously like his own. That had happened once and when he started to look for a change of clothes and found nothing but those cut for a decidedly more feminine look, he realized that due to low lighting and a massive hang over, he was in fact in the room of the girl he had slept with the night before. Not quite remember her face, or even her name (his name was a bit fuzzy as well, truth be told), he made a quiet yet quick retreat through a window. That involved him climbing down a handy tree, which almost caused his untimely demise. After a quick inspection, he found that it really was his room, and what was more, he was more than a little late for his job. Logic suggested that he wouldn't be a good employee that day because of the massive amounts of alcohol and lord knows what else he consumed last night, he reasoned that he should call in sick. What would be the point, after all, of him going to work only to give a lack-luster performance? None at all, he thought pleasantly.
That phone call didn't go as planned. Logic apparently escaped the management staff at his work. Even though he had quite obviously had the company at heart, the company did not reciprocate such concern. Fuck em, he thought. Time to hit the bars.
Indeed it was time to go out, as by the time he had gotten home the sun was well risen in the eastern sky and the birds were chirping, much to the annoyance of our hero (and I use the term liberally. You will soon see why our un named character is deserving of such a title) who was at that moment intoxicated enough to be disturbed by the smallest noise. He truly only managed a few hours of sleep before it got dark outside. He knew where all the parties were that night, so he mentally made a map and a strategy of how he would be conveyed from party to party with the minimum amount of hassle and cost, seeing as he was without employment at the moment. With his plans firmly set in his mind, he got dressed, had another smoke and left the house.
Thirty two beers, eight shots, four phone numbers and three parties later, he was quite drunk and almost deliriously happy. He doubted that anyone who wasn't this drunk had ever been properly happy about anything. Our hero took drinking to an art form, doing tricks no one had ever seen before, soaking up whatever drink he laid his hand on and the attention of certain risqué females with equal aplomb. But like all good things, this too came to an end.
He passed out in the living room of someone's house, not knowing where he was, not knowing the aforementioned female's name, and not really sure who he was. His last thought was, is this all there is?
The rain fell down like the heartbeat of the planet. Drip. Drip. Drip. Undeniably loud and unearthly quiet. Most never noticed it. They were asleep. Ghostly figures strewn about like children's toys, forgotten in the rush to a new game. There was no life here, nothing to celebrate. Not like the night before. The place reeked of sweat and smoke and other things not fit for humanity. The chemical romances still fresh, they slept like the stillness of death.
Except for him.
The rain woke him.
He looked about to where he had lain that night. Next to someone who's face was unfamiliar, doll-like and all together lifeless. Frightened and confused, the rain called to him. Drip. Drip. Drip. The silence inside playing counterpoint, he struggled to rise. There was a need for being clean, for getting out of the miasma, cloying and ever present. He didn't even know who's house it was. He just needed out.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Almost to the sliding glass door, he moved cautiously. He didn't want to wake the matchsticks, soaked in their choice chemicals and ready to explode in his face and take him back to where he couldn't be. Slowly and slower, excruciatingly slow to the point where time stopped and could not be moved forward again.
And there he was. At the threshold, escape at hand. Reach up to the door and open it. Carefully... ever so carefully.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Outside at last. He took a few carefully drawn breaths, fearing that the silence would be ripped away. Ripped away when needed the most. His life wasn't all there is and he knew it. He decided that right away, he would never be caught again, caught in that life that had no purpose and was a slow suicide, inch by inch every day of his short and ultimately purposeless life. He had found a beginning, know where to step first. The first step, is always important, he thought. It determined where the next hundred thousand steps would be taken, and to take the wrong one would lead him right back to the place he left. That was unacceptable. Never again. He knew one thing for sure, he could not stay in this town any longer. Not one second longer. He didn't know what he wanted to do, wanted to be. He hadn't thought about that for years and years, too long dead to realize he was alive. No time for regrets either, he had to leave those behind. If he didn't, he couldn't take step one without crashing through the floor. So our hero left the party.
User Reviews
Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2005-06-09 10:03:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's depressing that no-one reads things this curious. Not mine, not yours, nothing.
This is why today was my first post in many weeks. Yes, the one a little higher up the list; go ahead and read it, or not.
My heart's already broken, so I don't care what you say about my fiction.
Submitted by Fabit (user info) at 2005-06-09 08:54:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's very cool, it's a bit like a narrated version of A Million Little Pieces. Very cool, look forward to seeing pt2!!
Submitted by The_Wizard (user info) at 2005-06-09 07:10:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Yeah, I'm pretty drunk right now, but I had the second part of the story. I'm trying to get motivated enough for a book. So we shall see...
Submitted by hobbs (user info) at 2005-06-09 06:57:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Other than that though, cool, story, are you gonna carry it on?...
Submitted by hobbs (user info) at 2005-06-09 06:46:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Fuck, did you firget where the return key is?
My eyes hurt...