AsTheDarknessFalls

October 1st 6:58 AM Hey Gee, guess what day it is! 7:03 AM Gee 7:05 AM Gee! 7:10 AM Cmon Gee it's my second fav day of the year and youre ruining it 7:17 AM Are you even awake 7:31 AM Cmon Gee wake up 7:46 AM oh shit youre gonna be late for your first class 7:47 AM again 7:50 AM btw its october 7:52 AM I have to go now 7:52 AM Bye 7:53 AM love you 7:54 AM but i'm also mad at you bc ur not answering ur phone 9:05 AM Hah i wonder how late u were to class 9:06 AM don't forget to meet me for lunch 9:07 AM K bye "Hi!" "Happy October. Sorry, I overslept today." "Wow, what a shocker. How late were you?" "Not very. "But how late were you?" "Forty-fi

As I entered the house, my mom called to me from the living room, "Did you have a good time, dear?" "Very," I replied, heading into the hall. Mikey made a beeline for me and followed me to my room. "So?" he demanded as I dumped my bag on my bed. "So what?" I said. "So, what about you and Frank? Do I get my five bucks?" I stared at Mikey for a moment before remembering the bet he'd made a week ago. I considered lying to him for a fraction of a second. "You get two," I decided, fishing my wallet out of my pocket and tossing the money at him. "What happened?" Mikey asked eagerly, collapsing on my bed. I'm sorry, Mikey, but you couldn't remind

The school was close enough to Arby's that we could walk, and the day was nice enough that I could abandon my jacket in my locker before setting off. Bob walked behind Frank and I, drumming on Frank's back with his sticks. We chatted about mindless things as we walked. Soon, the subject turned to what we were going to do after high school, because it was our senior year and the thought of long-term jobs was long overdue and just about the scariest thing imaginable. "I'd like to make something of my music career, but if not, I wouldn't mind being a mechanic," Frank said, shrugging. "Don't forget about our band," Bob said, jabbing Frank in the

Every night for the next week I dreamed about the girl. Sometimes, my dreams included finding her on the side of the road, but others I walked into a room to find her standing in the corner. She never talked. She never moved. She never showed her face. I began dreading the ride home. I was leaving in a few days, and with each passing hour, I grew more and more nervous. After a week and a half of no contact from the police, I assumed they’d either lost my number or forgot to call. I was okay with that. I didn’t want to be reminded that what happened that night was real, and not some figment of my imagination. I packed up and left.

It was dark out. I gripped the steering wheel of my car and tried to stay focused on the road, but my eyes were drooping dangerously and I was yawning. One hand broke free of its grip and groped for my soda, which was sitting in a holder to my right, but when I brought it to my lips I found it empty. Where am I? I wondered. I knew the general area, but I’d been driving for a long time and it became hard to judge distance.  The map told me the drive was no longer than ten hundred miles flat. I’d been driving since yesterday. For hours, the scenery was the same: dark, thick trees, a small, thin road, and mountains peaking in the dis

I watch as your eyes undress her. Smooth. Smooth like the skin on uncut wrists-- the arms never lie, but the pain, it shifts. To her legs. Her stomach. Her intestines, neatly wrapped like a birthday present. Oh, but you see it, don't you? The clothes can't hide what you already know. You'd save her if you could-- but it's not convenient. You've no time for petty souls. Watch. She thinks you care with those slippery smooth lips and charming eyes you wear. How long will she make you wait?-- before she shows you her scars that she loves, but hates. You're in far too deep now, boy. You can break your streak or break her heart. How cliche you ar

We moved into our small, cramped apartment only two days before the first day of school, so I wasn't left with a whole lot of time to unpack everything. I was perfectly fine with leaving everything in boxes pushed up against the wall, but after the fourth day of that idea my mom barged in my room with a soapy frying pan in her hand and threatened to whack me with it if I didn't unpack everything. I knew she wouldn't actually hit me, but I obeyed her anyway, because I did have some respect for the woman. Before we had to pack up all my art supplies in the process of moving from our old house (the first house we'd lived in for ages) I'd been wo

I stared apprehensively at the large brick building, my hands playing nervously with the strings of my backpack. Inside the halls of the building, kids swarmed past each other, talking and laughing, running wildly, yelled at by teachers. School. A new school. My new school. I wasn't as nervous as the previous times; I was growing used to moving around. Ever since my dad had gotten his new job, we'd been dragged from state to state, barely staying a year before packing up and heading out again. Every time my mom promised me that this would be the different; this time we'd stay. But I knew she was wasting her breath. I approached the building a

"C'mon, Gee. You promised me you would." Gerard looked over at Frank, who was pulling a sweater over his head and watching his boyfriend hopefully. "Yes, I did, but not right now, all right? I'm busy." "Busy doing what? Reading comics?" "Work," Gerard said, sounding slightly exasperated. "I'm trying to figure out how to get a character right." "You can do that later," Frank said dismissively. "Come on . . . Please . . .?" Frank knew Gerard could never resist his puppy-dog eyes, and it was only when he did that and put his hands together in a pleading sort of way that Gerard relented." "All right, fine," he said, setting his comic book down a

It was a lazy August day. The wind was warm and gentle as it swept over the grassy hill. Two boys, one with messy black hair that fell to his shoulders, the other with black and blond hair that was swept neatly over to one side, sat close to each other, their hands not yet touching, but wanting to. They'd been silent for quite some time, watching the clouds, watching each other. Despite the calm day, despite the two boys sitting so close, something was very wrong about the picture. The boys say rigidly, their postures tense and their jaws set. Whenever their eyes met or their hands accidentally brushed, they grew more rigid still, until it co