We're All Going To Hell
She Draws the Costume Correct In Thick, Black & Red Eyeliner.
She lived in a small home, no bigger than a cabin, but in much worse condition than the dead leaves and broken boards she'd seen in the movies. Most of the windows in her home were busted, black trash bags constantly fluttered in the wind, for they were the only protection her family now had from the storms and brisk Autumn air. They had one bathroom; the bathtub was covered in black stains, the sink was rusted and the floor was caving in from the leak in the pipes. Her kitchen had once been beautiful, or so she thought, but the expresso cabinets were now cracked and falling apart while the tile on the floor was broken and faded. She tried to pay no mind to the dishes piled sky-high, it's not like she ever ate there anyway. Besides, if she needed a break from her tiny bedroom, she could at least go sit in the family room and watch old tapes from when she was a kid, so long as her parents weren't home.
Tonight, however, they were. She knew this because the stentch of alcohol was much stronger than it usually is when they're gone, the screaming in the next room was making her head hurt and the sound of a glass bottle flying through the last remaining window in the family room reminded her that her home was just as shattered as the glass. Sighing to herself, the seventeen-year-old girl make a decision. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her bones poked out in her flesh and her skin was as white as a ghost. Still, she knew it'd be an easy task, one she'd successfully managed a few times before.
Her brunette hair was curled into loose waves. It came natural, but she couldn't stand it. She ran a finger through the thick mop and shook her head, knowing she'd need to do something else with it if she wanted to get things for free tonight. Clicking heels carried her across the wood floor, stopping just in front of her broken down dresser. Her fingers felt around inside of the first drawer until she found a hair bow and a Marlboro Red. Pulling the band on her wrist, she placed the stick in her mouth and lit it with ease, inahling the smoke with a smile on her lips. In one swift motion, she yanked her hair into a loose bun on the back of her head, curls still flying in all different directions. It was messy, but it would due.
She smiled to herself, trotting back across the floor to study her face. The dark circles under her eyes stood out pretty badly, considering how pale her skin was. She huffed to herself and grabbed the mineral powder she'd jacked from the mall a few days ago and applied it to her flesh. The circles almost disappeared, which was good enough for her. Next, she grabbed her eyeliner. She painted the outside of her top and upper lids on both eyes in black, then finished her inner eye off with a bright red. She'd always been a fan of dramatic colors, and from her experience, the boys were, too.
Finally satisfied with her appearance, the young girl dropped her cigarette butt on the floor and stopped it out with the tip of her heel. She quickly darted through the house, trying to avoid her mom and dad, along with the damange they were creating throughout the house. She slipped through the front door and welcomed the sting of the cold air. October was her favorite month. It was, after all, what she was named after. October Skies, her mother said, we named you that because it's where you were created.
Toby walked along the yellow line on the black pavement. She knew exactly where she was going. One turn to the left, then a turn to the right and she was in front of the old bar that specialized in topless women and cheap booze. Taking her place in line, the young girl lit another cigarette, making herself fit into the scene ar0und her. No one there was even close to her age, most of them were mother's in special housing and old men looking to get laid. This made her more confident- She'd be the star of the show.
When it was her turn to flash her ID and a smile, Toby simply batted her eyelashes at the man in the black security top. He was missing two of his teeth and judging by the way he winked at her, she knew she'd get in with no problems. Lightly, she rubbed his arms and allowed her clevage to show through the thin, short black dress that covered her torso. He licked his lips in response and lifted the belt that stood in the way of the enterance to the club. Bingo.
Her heels clicked on this floor as well as she made her way to the bar. Smoke lingered in the dim lights and there was spilled beer at the table closest to her. The most noticable thing, however, was the naked lady dancing on pool table. Drunken men were throwing dollars at her feet. At least she was making good bucks while she danced in her confidence.
Toby let her butt his the wooden stool. She tapped her black fingernails on the bar and smiled to the man on the other side. He was pouring a beer for someone else, but the moment he sat it down, he made his way over to her.
"What'll you have?"
"Vodka tonic, please."
"Coming right up."
The young girl relaxed in her seat. Now she knew she'd be able to drink all night and get away with it. Besides, if someone were to find out her age, she wouldn't be the one at fault. The owner and workers of the bar would. How good it is to be young and feel so alive, at least for a night.
Tonight, however, they were. She knew this because the stentch of alcohol was much stronger than it usually is when they're gone, the screaming in the next room was making her head hurt and the sound of a glass bottle flying through the last remaining window in the family room reminded her that her home was just as shattered as the glass. Sighing to herself, the seventeen-year-old girl make a decision. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her bones poked out in her flesh and her skin was as white as a ghost. Still, she knew it'd be an easy task, one she'd successfully managed a few times before.
Her brunette hair was curled into loose waves. It came natural, but she couldn't stand it. She ran a finger through the thick mop and shook her head, knowing she'd need to do something else with it if she wanted to get things for free tonight. Clicking heels carried her across the wood floor, stopping just in front of her broken down dresser. Her fingers felt around inside of the first drawer until she found a hair bow and a Marlboro Red. Pulling the band on her wrist, she placed the stick in her mouth and lit it with ease, inahling the smoke with a smile on her lips. In one swift motion, she yanked her hair into a loose bun on the back of her head, curls still flying in all different directions. It was messy, but it would due.
She smiled to herself, trotting back across the floor to study her face. The dark circles under her eyes stood out pretty badly, considering how pale her skin was. She huffed to herself and grabbed the mineral powder she'd jacked from the mall a few days ago and applied it to her flesh. The circles almost disappeared, which was good enough for her. Next, she grabbed her eyeliner. She painted the outside of her top and upper lids on both eyes in black, then finished her inner eye off with a bright red. She'd always been a fan of dramatic colors, and from her experience, the boys were, too.
Finally satisfied with her appearance, the young girl dropped her cigarette butt on the floor and stopped it out with the tip of her heel. She quickly darted through the house, trying to avoid her mom and dad, along with the damange they were creating throughout the house. She slipped through the front door and welcomed the sting of the cold air. October was her favorite month. It was, after all, what she was named after. October Skies, her mother said, we named you that because it's where you were created.
Toby walked along the yellow line on the black pavement. She knew exactly where she was going. One turn to the left, then a turn to the right and she was in front of the old bar that specialized in topless women and cheap booze. Taking her place in line, the young girl lit another cigarette, making herself fit into the scene ar0und her. No one there was even close to her age, most of them were mother's in special housing and old men looking to get laid. This made her more confident- She'd be the star of the show.
When it was her turn to flash her ID and a smile, Toby simply batted her eyelashes at the man in the black security top. He was missing two of his teeth and judging by the way he winked at her, she knew she'd get in with no problems. Lightly, she rubbed his arms and allowed her clevage to show through the thin, short black dress that covered her torso. He licked his lips in response and lifted the belt that stood in the way of the enterance to the club. Bingo.
Her heels clicked on this floor as well as she made her way to the bar. Smoke lingered in the dim lights and there was spilled beer at the table closest to her. The most noticable thing, however, was the naked lady dancing on pool table. Drunken men were throwing dollars at her feet. At least she was making good bucks while she danced in her confidence.
Toby let her butt his the wooden stool. She tapped her black fingernails on the bar and smiled to the man on the other side. He was pouring a beer for someone else, but the moment he sat it down, he made his way over to her.
"What'll you have?"
"Vodka tonic, please."
"Coming right up."
The young girl relaxed in her seat. Now she knew she'd be able to drink all night and get away with it. Besides, if someone were to find out her age, she wouldn't be the one at fault. The owner and workers of the bar would. How good it is to be young and feel so alive, at least for a night.
I'ts so great! I like how you described what Jack was thinking and how baby pulled him out of his thoughts. When I read ""Are you okay, Jacky boy?", it kind of pulled me a little bit out of what was happening.. I don't know how to describe it, it's like I was at the event, in the story.(I hope you know what I mean) >.<<br> anyway, good story!
5/31/14