willis keeni // D6 : CB ~ fin

they jump all around me
they're screaming when they're next to me
it's difficult


With a steady hand and blurred vision, I exhale. I'm focused, ready to throw, but everything is out of focus. A grin plays on my lips as my head makes small tipsy circles. My hand is poised, holding the dart steady but a whisker away from my face. My eyes trail slowly to the large pint of ale that sits on the stained oak table to my side, and I am tempted. I quickly lick my dry lips, my opponent getting impatient. Pressure's on. I like pressure - I thrive. Two red triple twenty, one away from the big score.

I lean back and throw my forearm like a rocket, releasing the dart and watching as it hits the red velvet of triple twenty. Cheers and jeers at the throw, and I raise an arm to the six or seven onlookers. My opponent grunts, quickly getting his turn over with. I take a sip of smooth ale, my vision distorting further. I couldn't do this sober - no way.

He scores 134, and I almost laugh, watching as he retrieves the darts from the board. He hands them to me, and I know that I have three attempts to hit double ten to finish the game. Of course, I only need the one attempt.

sorry i don't know what to say
i'm ruining everything you make
maybe i don't feel comfortable
when all the lights are set on me
i tried, it's too hard
i just wanna leave and hide
that's why i'm difficult