More Violence

CHAPTER:

More Violence

The Slow-Drum & Piano Melody

I enjoy life, I confess. It's different now though! I put my music on, and relax, sitting in the back seat of His car, rolling cigarettes. I feel drunk even when I have't drink at all. Sometimes reality freezes and I feel that everything is so surreal.

   Breathing-in smoke and feeling dizzy. I'm Laying back enjoying the music. Black shadowy but beautiful silhouettes are moving behind thick smoke streams. We' re young enough to not know a damn thing. Breathing-out my smoke purely for effect, I enjoy it. 

    He is watching and I know it, so I stare too. I slightly raise my eyebrow while staring. That's what my friend Eve taught me. "He is watching" she told me. I slowly shake my head in affirmation, while my eyes keep staring past the bar. She smiles and fondles my thigh. She always does that, and I feel lucky when she does. "My baby lives in shades of blue, blue eyes, jazz and attitude" I sing while smiling at her. She doesn't like the song I know it, though she smiles because she knows I'm right.

    He won't make any move I know it. Then he comes with his jaggermeister in his hand and sits back again, beside me. I turn my head to face him and he sees me and smiles, always trying to hide his grin. And every time I don't smile back and turn my head again, he will act like he doesn't care but in the next minute he will incline above my shoulder and ask me if "everything's okay?". I can see Eve looking at us from the corner of her eyes and give me a little bit of a wink, because she knows, and I know, we know... Things like that, happen all the time. "Yes, I'm fine why?" then he will shrug it off and continue talking with the rest of our friends.

    Eve's hand reaches mine under the table and we hold each other's hand. We love each other. It is difficult, but we do! It is weird what we're doing but it is fun. Why should we care anyway?  

-Pete M. Yangin

    for the Looking Glass project