something fucked i wrote!!!! read!

Evils Last Breath

I had only known nick or Andrews, as his "followers" would call him, for about two weeks when it all happened. He aproached me at the corner of the local hangout, the cross between the intoxicated reality, and my own views. Groups of tainted youths congragated to bask in the beauty of marijuana. An escape, a release, maybe even to consume time. whatever the reason, in this town, there always was one. Andrews had been eyeing me out for the past couple of interactions. i could see it in his eyes that there was something he wanted, some sort of impure intentions. deep down i couldnt say i denied feeling the same, but there was something in the peirce of his stare that sent chills down my spine and an unsettling kurtle in my stomache. This instance was slightly different, i found myself entertained by his dangerous games. I liked the feeling of his warmth in the middle of winter. i liked the way he looked at me, the way i could feel his eyes trace my body, along my supple breasts, down to my navy blue flipflops, or black stillettos, whichever i had happened to have chosen that day. as the heat began to rise, and the smoke engulfed the room, i found myself intoxicated. My new toy was Nick Andrews, and i was the bait for his biggest scheme. In his black mustang, we sped like an arcade game down the winding streets of Berham, each turn hugging the curb. Our destination was an open house, i had been to parties before, but parties with my friends not ones that Nick brings his most recent bait to. i stepped into the stifled room and noted the sparatic beer kegs placed about the room. each persons eyes scanned the room like an airforce radar would an enemy. I had remembered seeing Amber, and Teri somewhere huttled near the doorway, sparking a joint. i wandered aimlessly through the house which was packed wall to wall. After smoking a few joints with them, Andrews came to carry me away, as if i was a princess. i scurried away with him, my toy, to the last vacant room in the house. we sat on the desheveled bed, which looked like it had been used recently. as he began to inch closer to me, a million thoughts spiraled through my head. his strong, captivating lips carressed my cheek, and his powerful hands slid down my pants, and into my silk black thong. Before either of us got riled up, i quickly reminded him to get a condom. he swore under his breath and left the room breifly, frantically searching for the antibaby material. He rentered the room with a condom in an electric green wrapper, and a red plastic cup filled with only god knows what. he handed me the cup and told me "Youll be in a whole new world any minute." my lips quivered as i chugged the mystery liquid. Andrews slowly pressed against me, so as to show me what i had done. i felt his hard cock against me, and once again a surge of thoughts were spewed. for a split second i happy, and wanted, thats when i began my ever increasingly fast downfall. my hearing was the first to be affected. the mumbling of the party which i had heard before was now gone, and i could no longer hear Nick's dirty fantasies being whispered into my ears. Next went my sight. the room began to swirl, i was distracted by the glow of Nicks cigarrette as he continued to rub my breasts, now so forcefully. as the room began to fade, i noticed a sudden demonic glow come about Nick. the kurtling feeling in the pitt of my stomache began, and i no longer felt i had control of my actions. I woke up and i was lying on a couch, in a dirty house, which reaked of beer. bodies were passed out on each square inch of the house. i stumbled across the dark room, still seeing double. i made my way carefully to the bathroon which enveloped the stench of puke. i hunched over the toilet and gagged, wanting to rid myself of what i had swallowed. i tried to remember if i had taken any pills, or drank anything too strong. suddenly i remembed Nick's distict words. "Youll be in a whole new world any minute.." The obvious sorce of this false insanity was in the red plastic cup Nick had coerced me into drinking. i felt around the wall to find the light switch. a dim buzzing light flickered on and i stared at myself in the mirror. what was i? i felt like a ghost, like a demon, empty of any emotions. my face was swirling in the mirror and i felt as if i wasnt alone. these drugs, whatever i had been given had surged some sort of uneasyness in me. i was jumpy, irritable and trembling due to my constant thought. i cornerd myself in the bathroom, locked the door, and flicked off the already dying light. rummeging through the cabinets, i violently threw pills, bandaids and soaps in a tornado in the room. i felt as if the walls were closing in on me. i noticed a shining slice of silver on the sink, it was a small shaving razor which had fallen loose when thrown in my fit of rage. i coudlnt tell whether it was the drugs, or the alcohol which caused my bouts of anger but i didnt know how to deal with it. i sat myself in the corner of the bathroom, and slowly dragged the blade across my flacid pale arm. Repeatidly i ripped away the skin on my wrist. the blood began to pour. i stared at what i hated in the mirror, what was used by Nick, what was niave and vulnerable enough to get drugged up. my arms began flailing as my nails gouged away at my pristine features. The blood was more unbearable than anyone could fathom, my sight now faded out again. the echoes of my thoughts were all the was heard. My body lay propped against a wall, drenched in blood. After sitting several hours lifelss, a drunken slut stumbled into the bathroom to find my body, mutilated and cold. Her blood kurtling scream awoke the rest of the house, with the exception of a few poisoned partyers. The stench of death permeated the house, and it was quickly evacuated. i hoverd above the room and watched as people cried with fear, and some even lauged with amusement. They couldnt do much else, they were under the influence. My body was suddenly lifted, Nick had carried me onto the porch. I watched as he prepped his car for a second ride in his mustang, only this time i would be riding in the trunk. At this point neighbors had notified the police about the screaming and underaged drinking. Cop sirens could be heard in the distance, which frightened Nick. As he sped up he failed to show any sign of incomposure. He seemed ready, he seemed experienced, which lead me to believe i wasnt his first. Nicks car absorbed each bump, and my flacid body was tossed around the trunk violently. as Nicks car strained up the hill he sighed with releif as he could see the bridge up ahead. just as he began to think he was in the clear, he spotted the blue flashing lights, creeping over the crest of the hill. Fear stricken Nick sped up, this car hit a patch of ice and nick and my dead body were thrown. The car veered to the right, and straight through the gaurdrails of the rickedy wooden bridge, chosen as the route of escape. Nicks car slowly sank to depths of the river, each window filling up fatally every second. the police screeched on their breaks and flew out of their cars, flashlights in hand. the beams of light hit Nicks fading face, and watched his last moments of life. His hearing was the first to go, the muffled screams of the police were the last he heard. Next was breath, and lastly his sight. Nicks guilty eyes saw the last of me, as we rotted slowly in the bottom of the river. Lights flashing, water rushing, the world spinning, he watched it all.. as it faded into the black of his heart.

1 .from you. | .to me.