literature

The Day it All Went Wrong

Deviation Actions

NevilSnake's avatar
By
Published:
147 Views

Literature Text

It was the night of prom, and I had been drafted in to serve at the 'bar' as they called it. Wasn't really a bar, they didn't serve anything remotely alcoholic. I brushed my hair out of my eyes. At the time, it had been popular to grow your hair out, and I followed suit. The ballroom was in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in east Nevada, almost fifty miles from school. I shuffled to the Coke-on-tap and filled a cup for some stuck up bitch who wouldn't stop complaining about how her blankity-blank boyfriend dumped her, or something like that. Under the excruciatingly boring circumstances, I barely fought the urge to kill her and paint her blood across the floor. Painting with blood is more difficult than it sounds. First, you have to find a fresh source, and then it's so thick that it helps to water it down, but that waters down the beautiful crimson as well. While fantasizing about blood, some popular walked up and said "Hey douchebag! You been hittin' on my girl?" I hadn't said a thing to the lady, but you know how we were back then, so easy to take the slightest movement as a threat. Most likely, he was a crackhead who had a bit to much to snuff. Well, anyways, he came right up and sucker punched me in the face. Being the normal, passive aggressive teenager, I punched him right back, and next thing you know it was a full out brawl. After taking a few punches and dishing a few more, I swept his leg out from under him, and snapped his neck. Just like that, I ended someone's life. For a while, I was horrified. Horrified that I had become enraged enough to destroy the fragile strand of light that was left in that town. After the news got out, there was no more having fun in the town ice cream parlor, no running around town doing a few errands for the neighbors, and no more freedom. My parents locked me away, I couldn't get mu college education I had so longed for, or go and hang with my friends. At first, I couldn't cope with it. I ended finding my only light in music. The only thing that could bring me out of my deepest pity party was the joyous tune of music. I can't remember any specific songs or artists, but I can remember that I liked rock ballads and soft metal. After a while of being cooped up, I remembered I was 18, and could leave. I guess I had realized earlier, but felt I deserved this kind of punishment. I crept out my window, and ran all the way to town. But in the few weeks I'd been gone, the town had drastically changed.
As stated earlier, teenagers were practically nonexistent. When I walked past, it seemed the shutters and blinds would close. Even some of the lights would shut off. Nonetheless, I was still heading to the nearest black-alley (as we called them in those days). Pretty soon, I had myself a cigarette, a pocket of sudophloren, and a bottle of booze in hand. I took one of the sudophloren pills and swallowed it with the aid of some extremely strong whiskey. Sudophloren works more like a painkiller than a hallucinogen. It kind of dulls the sharp stings that from insults, as well as those from the knives lurking in the alleys, ready to chop you at the drop of a hat. Pretty soon, I was rather numb, as well as drop dead drunk. I managed to stumble my way into an empty dumpster before I passed out.
I was awoken by a heavy trash bag thrown on top of me. I pushed it off, and began to sit up when a powerful migraine pushed me back down. I slowly backed up against the wall of the dumpster, and drowned down another pill with the dregs of my whiskey. I pulled myself out of the dumpster, and saw that the streets were about as deserted in daylight as they were in the middle of the night. I stumbled out of the alley, and tried to walk at least halfway normal back to home. It took almost half an hour for me to shuffle my feet the near three mile walk back home.
'They'll be awake for sure...'
When I stumbled into the doorway, I began to fumble with the lock, when my very angry looking father who shouted "Where the HELL have you been!? You're in big trouble now, mister!" "I've been... out. And how do you expect to get me int trouble, hm? I'm 18, I can leave if I want to." I slurred almost incoherently to him. "Speak up! I can't understand a word your- do I smell whiskey? Are you drunk?" he accused. "Only slightly... and yes, that'd be whiskey." I began as I flumped on the couch, " and waht're you gonna' do 'bout it?" my dad left the room, and I could soon hear him arguing with my mother, him telling her how they'd been terrible parents, et cetera. I just stumbled up to my room and flopped onto the bed and instantly fell asleep.
When I awoke, it was almost 5:00 in the afternoon, and I wash aching to get out again. Maybe not as drastic as the last night, but I still had nothing stopping me. I climbed out my window, and went back into town. I wasn't quite sure why I took my window, but my parents didn't need to know that I was leaving. I headed into town, and gawked around, in some shop windows, at some houses, even at streetlights. After I finally blinked, I realized I was at one of my friends houses. I walked up to his door, and knocked. His mom answered and I said "Sup. Is J 'round?" (his name was Joshua, but everyone called him J) She looked a little shocked but said "Yeah..." and went back inside, and pretty soon J emerged. "Sup, dude. Heard you were grounded, what're you doin' out here?"
"Nothin' really. Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang. Grounded, maybe, but they can't keep me locked up, I have my ways."
"That's coo' dude, but I gotta prep for schoo', y'know, education's more important than I thought."
"A'right, I was gonna go down the same route, but that's kinda busted up, now."
"Yeah, I get what yer sayin'... that fight's gonna follow ya forever."
After that converse, he went back to studying, and I went back to roaming. After a while, maybe an hour or so, I decided to go back to the ballroom, where this all started. I found the place with police tape, as well as caution, all over every door. I, of course, ignored it. Inside, I found more than the crime scene I had bargained for. I found the place littered with blood stains, smears and splatters, as well as an assortment of weapons they hadn't picked up yet. I picked up a pistol, Walther PPS, actually, and checked it. Loaded, cocked, and ready to fire. Upon skirmishing around a bit more, I found a nice, steady AK47, which was also loaded and ready to go. I salvaged a few bucks, and some more guns and ammo, and was about to leave I heard sirens. "Damn!" I shouted, involuntarily. I ended up diving behind the worthless wooden bar, and waited. Apparently, I had triggered some sort of alarm, or something. Popping a sudophloren tab, I steadied the AK on the bar and waited for what was soon to be a massacre.
Few minutes later, about 14 cops bust in. "East lead, bastards!" I soullessly shouted as I popped out from the cover, firing round after round from the AK at the cops, but to no avail, they were blanks. I swore, a lot, and very, very loudly. I switched to every other weapon I had picked up, still blanks. I had been begging for them to shoot me, but they just stood there, smirking. "Y'know, kid, you really should pick a better place than a movie set for a shootout." said one of the fuzz. "Oh shit..." I said as I slumped down against the bar. The cops didn't arrest me for some reason, so I left. I ended up back home, but with a different goal, this time. Instead of a crash, I planned an ending, worthy of Shakespeare's shit. I sneaked into my parents room, and got my dad's revolver. .357 magnum. Wrote some fancy suicide note, and blew my damn brains out.
Advisory, some bad language in this one, violence, some vulgarity (I can't remember if there is or not XD) and very much drug and alcohol usage. Blame LighteningFennec for making me do the prompt game: [link]
Sudophloren, as stated in The Chill, is my own made up drug, that doesn't exist. There will be many inconsistencies with it in all my stories, because it's the universal, all drugs drug.
© 2012 - 2024 NevilSnake
Comments6
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Aceye's avatar
You had me laughing whenever I read the way they talk. XD
This is coo' dude. Real coo'. You been writin' at one or two in tha AM, ain't ya? XD