false alarm {lace&west
Dec 5, 2016 2:15:43 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Dec 5, 2016 2:15:43 GMT -5
L A C E E O N |
Cheat life, cheat death, cheat the bitter winter cold. A second skin, I bleed, but still stand tall. They're not going to hurt her. My second self, all I've ever known to be right and good and warm in this world. Hands that held hers, hands that break noses, hands that scatter flower petals across my bedroom floor, intertwined. Little Lace, Little West.
I take her hand and haul her into the pits.
"Remember, look like you're hurting."
A whistle blows, I pounce. Comradery underneath false pretense, she curls up into a ball and screams and I pretend to pummel her senseless. Another whistle, they haul her up, no blood or scratches. Someone yells, pushes West forward, she stumbles and falls, scrapes against her palms. Winces.
Fuck.
I turn to the left and slam my head into the wall 8 times, counting just to be sure.
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eigh-
The guy on the raised chair groans, hand at his forehead, other waving us away.
"Alright alright alright! Blondie wins, fucks sake."
I'm pulled back, dazed, upside-down smiles, rough hands at my shoulders.
"Crazy fuckin kids... who's next?!"
Walk out of there hand-in-hand, food on the table, done another week. I smile through bloodied teeth, an ice pack in one hand pressed to the purple and blue blossoming above my eye.
Later, my skin a galaxy and the ice melting on the bathroom floor, I run warm water over her delicate hands and pat them dry, band aids scattered across the crackled marble vanity.
"Does it hurt?" I ask, scratches of red like wounds against my eyes.
A sinking feeling in my chest - guilt. I place the dressing across her hands and whisper apologies from within.
"I'm sorry they hurt you."
Her blood runs warm down the drain.
E O N H O U S E |