fatal attraction {cameo}
Sept 11, 2018 16:16:13 GMT -5
Post by mat on Sept 11, 2018 16:16:13 GMT -5
Lucien Grey
You’re marked for death, Lucien Grey.
The words from mybest friendex-best friend echoed throughout every chamber of my being as I stumbled upon the unevenly paved road from my second home back to my first. Redd Wilson, and his sister, Scarlet, meant more than the stars billions upon billions of miles away from the planet Earth. It took traveling across what felt like light years to finally make a connection with a group of people aside from my family, and now within minutes, my heart and peace of mind fling back at the speed of light to a haunting reality. The basics. Square one. All for a fatal attraction that broke a pledge made four years ago by two kids who couldn’t figure out a better name than the “Bro Code.”
I mean, come on, the Bro Code sounds like the fakest promise two friends can make. It’s like it’s asking to be broken. And even then, was breaking the ‘code’ worth losing something irreplaceable?Was Scarlet Wilson, a girl one year younger than me and my best friend’s sister, the person I lose my virginity to? Seriously? Out of all the things-Scratch that, the disappearance of the presence of my dear buddy Redd Wilson is the most irreplaceable loss of them all. For two years now, all he wanted was to show me how he felt, and the first time he builds up the confidence is the one time that could prove to him I don’t feel the same way. Coincidence? Yes. Ironic? Yes. But it would happen to a guy like me, with everything to lose and not much to gain.
The worst part is that I feel confused. Scarlet Wilson is a beautiful girl, with a great brain and wonderful heart, and surely she was the girl who stood waiting in a tower for me in my dreams. But when her brother told me that he loved me, and for two years he was trying to express it, I too tried to explain it. It wasn’t like in chemistry when Mr. Spitzer asked me to explain hydrocarbons. I couldn’t do it because I didn’t know. With Redd, I knew exactly how I felt about him. Us Before the World was our Bro Code motto for an undying and unconditional friendship. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, grow up to be the old men who yelled at the kids who played on our properties.
For half of my life, my father taught me to imagine and dream big. Above all else, he showed me how to feel emotion, every last inch that I could soak up and absorb. Dad failed, however, to help me understand how to express it to other people. That’s what made me a flamboyant yet shy kid, I guess. I felt so much but was able to explain so little. And given the experience of just having had sex with my best friend’s sister when said best friend walks in to say ‘I love you,’ I’d say the biggest missing piece is showing me what love truly is.
Did I love Scarlet? Did I love Redd? Did I love both?
Hard to tell, given the flip of both coins has meant that if I ever see any of the Wilsons ever again, they’ll be sure to fulfill my ‘mark for death.’
Walking home, I took the back roads. I didn’t want anyone to look at me while I felt down, and I didn’t want to be heard if I let out a few sniffles and tears.
(I’m just full of impulsive mistakes today, aren’t I? Fuck.)
The side roads and alleyways of District Six felt nearly dead. Quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop or a mouse breathe, but I heard nothing. Sometimes, people say that the moments before death, you lose each of your senses, even before you know it’s going to happen.
An arm pulls me around to see a face, head full of dark brown hair, with eyebrows arched in anger.
{“I told you, Lucien Grey, you’re marked for death.”} Piercing words are paired with an excruciating pain near my stomach. {“You broke the Bro Code, you lost undying love. Now, you can just have dying love. So… die.”}
He leaves the blade he stuck in my body tucked in neatly to my shirt before running off.
I wait for a minute, then two, until he’s out of sight. My heart breaks as I let out a shocking scream for help, but all I can think is did I love him?Fuck.. did I really love him?