But other than this, other than that, other than what this has been said so far in this story, what is really interesting about the night? Some say that it's nice, others say it's just cold. Or to some people, it could just be the sky darkened into something dull and unnaturally placed with a thousand lights, depending on where they came from exactly. Or it could be the wondrous veil that we don't really know about, omitting the certainty that it transcends beyond every sort of boundary imaginable and that the stars could be dying today and new ones carry its ashes.
The one thing that can be, undoubtedly, fact however is that people are either up or down. In bed or out there. Taking a walk or out for a dinner. Maybe somewhere else. Probably fucking somewhere else or so. Doesn't have to be them. Maybe someone's hanging around, somewhere....
David was now sleeping soundly, without any signs of struggle or the polar opposite of comfort. Instead of closing his eyes to relax, his eyes weren't moving at all. Instead of sleeping in a weird position, his body was slumped to one side, immobile, and his breathing was slow and slackened. Blankets only covered his stomach and lower half, lazily protecting the back and remainder of the upper body. He was still shirtless, so some of the scars were shown. Maybe some drool.
And he looked normal when he was asleep.
And at night, there may as well be an absence of light somewhere. And that absence of light highlighted the fact that everything was, and mostly was, cold and lifeless. A museum that has closed at night. From up above, the fan was spinning as it always did, not chopping but rather making waves in the air.
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Where am I?
I don't know where I am, let alone why my stomach and legs are feeling so weak. Why are they weak? I think I slept on th......
Wait a minute..... There!
EEUGH!!! They're locked. Fuck them.... And I don't think I can see anything through the windows here.
Wait.... Where exactly am I? This looks like a warehouse, I think it is but it's empty. Why. It's so dark in here and everything's in black and white. And like, I don't know about this place, I don't think I've been here before, but it feels very familiar. Wait, there's a small stage.... I don't remember this. This isn't like anything else I've been in before, for sure. It feels real but I know that I've never been to thi-
"NO!!! DON'T!!!!!"
Shit.
Yep, it's another door. But, why am I pathetically running towards a door when it could be locked again? I don't know and I don't care. I just want to get out of this place. It feels weird, for starters.
Thank God, it worked. A road, mountains.. I think I do see mountains, but I'm not sure. Soccer field. Streetlights.
Streetlights, why do you do this me? Where's the field? The street, the container, mountains? Like hell I would find the door, it's not even there anymore. Fantastic.
Wait.. this is a parking lot. Red car, streetlights, shouts. There's someone over there on the sidewalks. Hey! HEY! HEY!!! .......oh no..... Hold on...
Who the hell's behind me?
"You cunt!"
FUCK!!! WHY NOW?!!??!! WHY HIM?! Please, GOD!!! For the love of mercy, why the HELL do I have to go THROUGH THIS AGAIN?!?! WHY?!?!!!
HOW THE FUCK IS HE RIGHT THERE?!?!!
"Come on! Do we have to do this over and over and over and over again?!!"
NO, I AIN'T GONNA SAY HI TO YOUR BUDDY, YOU DICK!!! And then something lands in front of me. It's a dead body. I have no idea who it i..... NO!!!!
"You can run but you can't hide, you bitch!"
FUCK YOU!!! I'm not even THINKING straight, let alone finding a place to hide.. I want to get away from him. But how? HOW?!
And then he shoots me in the leg, with a gun! And he comes nearer and nearer, closer. Son of a.. bitch...... please... God..
Then, a shot and then.. footsteps... I can't see, hurts to look or move. It hurts so bad.
"You're going to feel my fucking pain!"
And it was all over. He rushed to me and helped me up. He looked at me concerned, he's never looked at me like that before. He has but never like this. This is some kind of ga-
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A shrill gasp escaped her mouth for only a second, but that second wanted so much more. An exhale to take out the drug that her lungs longed for, then a perfunctory inhale for the suppressant. Her back once shaped an rearward arch from the whiplash, then slung itself forward before arching again. Then silence and darkness's cloak surfaced from somewhere else.
Something, with their foxy and violently aggressive finger, forcefully asserted the right to her. And it never felt so broken before, although. And she was breathing like her heart was giving way, her chest too heavy to carry any other additional load than the ones on herself. Like her life was in danger. When there wasn't any, there was no one outside at all. And there was no widow-maker at all in sight.
Small and diminutive tears started to slide down her cheeks and maybe a sob coughed it's way out of her throat.
Cherry picking.
Kaylon, who tried to stay awake the entire movie, was now asleep to his self-imposed defeat. David was knocked out in his bedroom. Her best friend was somewhere else. It was about twenty or twenty-one hours after midnight, nearing the skyline of its successor. Luca felt lonely and she, there was no one that she could talk to. No one at all. Even more tears started to stream down her face, the memories were still embedded in her brain. Shrapnel she wanted out of her chest. This virus she wanted gone. She cried into her pillow, for the pillow seemed to be her only friend.
The door choked most of the sound, but what was left of it managed to make it into David's room, into the wolf's cave. And yet for all that, per contra a hapless fashion, the wolf himself couldn't even be shaken or awakened by the muffled sobbing of even the person that he fleetly assessed in his mind. Maybe two closed doors were to blame, but even so, the wolf wouldn't have mulled over.
Comparative to the wolf, laying on the sofa with no lights on, the cat was sleeping on an airborne airplane. Trying to sleep with sentient intestines and his 's ears reverberated the disturbance within the canal. Slowly, his eyelids peeked at the shadow then a few blinks, pupils dilating, while he laid there in silence. His eyes, as contrasted with their common liveliness, were decompressed and somnolent. The noise that he heard continued and he slowly rose from the bed with requisite effort. The covers slid off his back as he walked slowly to the guest bedroom door.
He knocked on the door once, which startled Luca. She let out another gasp, a rather short and sweet one, and relaxed, tense.
To speak softly in a semi-deep voice that was happenstance, a breath followed by the vibrations from his voice. "Are you ok?"
She didn't say anything, nor did she even want to. In lieu of the usual sentences that she wanted to stay, she clasped the doorknob with one of her hands, turned it and gave it a hard yank that it pounded against the door. In lieu of the usual fox she was, she grabbed Kaylon and pulled him in rather tightly. Those tears that flooded everything it touched were now squirreled behind two ducts. Her face was ensconced on his body like the floor, she shoved anxiety down the throat and tightened the embrace. Shocked, he slowly bound his arms around her and held her like he would.
Nothing emotional, yet nothing bland. Somewhere skewing towards emotional. Emotional.
She let go, going to the bed while the cat followed, interested. Sitting on the side of the bed, he mirrored her action. "What's going on? Were you crying?"
"Yes," she sniffled.
"Why?"
"I jus.. I don't know..."
He took a step back. "Did you have a nightmare or something?"
"I guess...."
Kaylon paused for a moment. His gaze grew into that of concern and worry. He want to tap her shoulder and grabbed her attention, but he decided not to.
"Was it really that bad?"
She nodded.
The duo sat on the side of the bed for a little while. Kaylon was sure tired, but he didn't want to leave her alone.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Kaylon asked.
"Do you want to listen?" She replied, rhetorically.
"Yes."
"Really?"
The former nodded, firm and blunt, but the latter locked eyes with him. "No" and shattered the connection. Kaylon didn't want to fight – he lacked the energy to, so he just agreed and stayed silent. His eyes relentlessly looked at the wall, where light was.
"Look I have to go to to sleep soon. So, I need to go." Kaylon declared, rather quasi-assertively. He didn't notice that whatever was going on was slowly waking the wolf up from his nap
As he prepared to get up from the bed, Luca's hand gripped Kaylon's shoulder and he stayed. But he was getting infuriated that he wanted to go back to sleep and that he didn't have the capacity to answer.
"What do you want?" He asked, "I have to go to sleep. I'm tired, I don't want to answer questions."
She didn't give an answer, even so holding on to his shoulder, which lessened grip.
"What is it?!" He asked, trying not to lose his cool but doing so anyway.
She said nil. Kaylon stopped to analyze her face, which was withdrawn but her eyes showed insecurity washing around the ocean. The former's eyes appeared meddlesome, on top of that a stew.
"Do you want me to stay?"
She nodded.
Kaylon continued staring in both a manner of annoyance and defeat. He was tired, it was hard for him to stay awake. The eyelids were closing and opening on their own, lulling him to the dreams then slapping him to stir up his mind.
"Listen," he enunciated, "I feel a little uncomfortable and tired."
"Why?" She asked.
"I just don't..."
They didn't notice that, next to the ajar door, the wolf was standing there shirtless, listening with his ears. And the cat's eyes met that gaze once.
"She can sleep with me." He spoke up in a clear voice, with hints of insecurity and uncertainty.. The others looked toward him, in shock. "You know, if she wants to, I guess."
Kaylon just looked at him in confusion. Luca looked at him, a little disgusted but unsure. "I don't... really know....."
He then scoffed, but his light brown eyes showed a mix of anger and sadness. "Yeah, of course."
She tried to say something but couldn't. Her lips only parted to give way to something flowing out of her mouth. Kaylon just scooted back onto the bed and laid back onto the second pillow. Luca, on the other hand, just sat on the side of the bed motionless and blunt in expression.
"What is it?" Kaylon asked.
Luca didn't answer for a few minutes. She still remained quiet and mousy, staring at the ground in a mental way. Her eyes, though sapphire blue, were irradiated with the gentle waves of the ocean. The ocean seemed to project two beams directly onto the platform below the fox, as if to burn them with remorse. But behind those beams, someone was drowning.
And the cat's dozy eyelids decided to close the blinds very slowly. His heart slowed down sluggishly to that of a sloth, something common. His breathing became fluid, up and down like the waves of the ocean. And everything went silent in his ears. Nothing but some background noise and a blunt background. Then came the voices, which were tiny then dissipated onto his right ear then his left then faded out somewhere.
"Do you want to stay here?" She asked.
Eyes open and looking. Ears asleep, his mind read some of the words as nonsense. So he naturally became curious about what she said. But the feeling of fickleness squeezed his heart again.
"What?"
"Do you really want to stay here?"
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