uh oh, chemical spill!

as of 08.06.15

Her fingers tugged at the black strappy dress, as she walked down the stairs. She’d borrowed the material from Spike because she couldn’t find anything she liked at the mall, and okay.. maybe it was a little  short but, she hadn’t come back to Toronto to  attend her best friend’s memorial. She’d come back for a week of writing, song and otherwise. Trying to  hide the pack of ciggerates at her side, she bit her lip to have the courage to weave through crowds. Manny Santos didn’t cry but as she watched  from the corner of her eye as Spike wiped at  her cheeks again well she spoke to Sean’s parents,  her own eyes began to burn. “Fuck. I need out  of here,” she wasn’t talking to anyone in particular  but, as she broke through the crowds and into  the kitchen one tear spilled over and she was  sure she was going to die in that moment.  Staring at the floor she was sure she almost  punched the screen-door open as she stepped into the  cool almost fall air. Tugging open the pack of  smokes, she stared at it hard. Emma would kill  her, but then the black cloud of death she  would be ingesting might too, at least she could  only hope. But, no one was around to yell  at her in the shrill voice she was used to, so with glassy eyes she tried to ignite the light only managing to burn herself in the process. As she did, she tossed the lighter hard,  her tears burning her cheeks as they slid down  too. “Why?!” Maybe she was screaming into a void but it felt good to get it out,  and as she stood cigarette in hand and tears streaming all she wanted to do was scream again.

As per usual, Jay Hogart was running late. Alright, so it probably (( definitely )) was on purpose, but what guy wanted to attend his best bud’s memorial service, really? It didn’t help that Jay knew for a fact that Sean would have absolutely hated this crap, loathing the idea of people sitting in a room crying over him when they knew he wasn’t coming back. Sure, Emma had died too & Jay didn’t really know her well enough anymore to decide whether or not she was the kind of person who got a sick thrill out of making her loved ones cry, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he could could a million other places he’d rather be than at the Nelson house, saying goodbye to the closest thing he’d had to a brother for good. Life was a bitch. As the young man rounded the corner & started to head down the path that lead to a slightly ajar front door, something else caught his eye. Against his better judgement, he back- pedaled to find Manny Santos sitting alone, back pressed against what looked to be a side door. He hadn’t seen the girl in years, but something inside him was propelled in her direction, causing Jay to head her way before sliding down the wall to wordlessly sit beside her. After a moment, he willed himself to look at the teary-eyed woman, lips moving before he could stop himself. ` Lame party, huh? ` The comment was, in true Jay Hogart fashion, outlandishly inappropriate for the situation, but what else were you supposed to say to your ex girlfriend at a memorial, right?

         “BUMMER TIMES – AT LEAST THERE’S A PARTY.”