-a perfect match, an ending-
i suppose it starts with millie trying to shoot me. more accurately, trying to shoot us. us means myself, shane, and starla. just look at her face. theres a touch of madness that is making itself well known. and its not even happening in her own house.
her excrutiating mood caressed my suit jacket and left two small holes.
one hole is covering my right shoulder. one hole is covering my heart.
so maybe that means i dont have much time to tell you what happened. time is running out for me to tell you, just how it went this far.
by the way, shane, and starla are on the ground as well. from my point of view. theyve been dead for much longer than tonight.
"went this far..." what do i mean? to put things basically, millie, myself, shane, and starla were all friends once. life wasnt perfect. it wasnt even close. but at least it made more sense than this.
perhaps i should explain...
millie has a husband. kev. as far as the beginning of this story is concerned, kev is already dead and rotting in the upstairs bedroom. stupid millie.
kev is best friends with shane. that means that at one time shane was really close to both millie and kev. you see what picture im trying to paint here? everything was pretty nice.
there were the usual outings. i was painted into that picture every now and then. more accurately, i was painted then erased. painted then erased. painted then erased. im sure you get the idea... i wasnt a regular. i was ok with it though.
no, seriously, i was ok with it... so was millie.
especially millie...
millie with her rats nest hair and her not so girlish charm. an infectious (in a bad a way) glare from two black as coal eyes. a forked tongue that can whip anyone and anything into her line of thinking. generally speaking, i tend to drift away from those kinds of people. naturally.
hence the painting and erasing thing...
enough of the spitting comments though. this really isnt about my position on the matter. its about something else. something big.
starla was always nice. bright smile. charm. the whole nine yards. millie grew up with starla from a little girls age. it was the age of innocence. how quickly its lost. they were at the age were one discovers that theres a whole world outside of the shanty, small, rag-town that they live in. time to travel. see the world. take it all in. and once youre finished, you find someone and you grow old happily. supposedly together.
well well...
my name is ayvan by the way. nice meeting you. also, thats a long "a." ayvan devareaux. maybe thats french or whatever. not that it matters. nothing i just told you about myself really matters right now. whats most important is yet to come.
jump back to the time where starla and millie are alone in starlas room and millie explains to starla how she has trouble handling rejection. how she really, really has trouble handling rejection and not being paid attention to.
then you jump back to the time millie almost killed kev for "watching too much of the television and not helping her paint her own nails." youve heard of being in the wrong place at the wrong time havent you? this was one of the wrong times to be anywhere... i think they wrote a newspaper article on that evenings thrashing. nice millie, real nice.
i think millie may have gotten the idea somehow that shane was interested in her. maybe things with kev had gotten to the point where there was no way to work around all of the bad parts. thats one of lifes unfortunate realities. millie saw an escape, when, in truth it was only a minor uncertainty. so many people are like that. ive always wondered that myself. why people drop what theyve worked their whole lives for at the drop of a hat. millie was just one of those people.
millies idea sets kev off something wicked. starla and shane were out driving that night. i was at home, working. i was enjoying myself until shane and starla involved me in a surprise pick-up. at least we werent headed to millies house...
i thought i was at least safe in that...
i could see it in shanes eyes though. he was only entertaining starla because it took the attention away from him and millie.
poor kev.
poor starla.
poor me.
we drove for what seemed like hours.
jump back to when shane first meets starla and says to her that she has millies eyes. nice shane, real nice.
arriving at the house. inside is dark. not a soul about. this was all millies idea. millie and her stupid tricks. she told us all that she and kev had gone to this abandoned house to hold a fashion show.
flashback to me not asking more questions. you ask more questions about anything and you get the truth. the truth is when millie would finally explain after hours of questioning, that she never had the intention of holding a fashion show. that she had already killed kev. that she knew that starla knew about her and shane.
that millie knew that i knew about her and shane.
poor kev.
poor starla.
poor me.
we entered into the main hallway. millie was already at the top of the stairs. she had the gun pointed. we ask millie where kev is. millie tells us that hes sleeping.
silly us.
i vaguely remember shane pulling a gun on starla and starla pulling a gun on millie and millie pulling a gun on all of us. one loud bang. that mustve been everything going off at once.
deafening.
smoke clears. and theres poor starla on the ground. very still. shane is next her, but only in death. at that moment he achieved such closeness to her that he could never have achieved in life. it was my bullet that stopped him though. that was my magic trick. that was proper foresight on my account i suppose. i didnt like what he was up to. i didnt want to be the one to end it. but, it came to that. oh well.
and this is where were at now.
millie, the fashion victim chewing her charcoal teeth and rubbing her wax paper skin. not smiling. not frowning. dying from a bad heart. screaming as she falls to the floor. she probably thinks this is unfair. as her heart (if you want to call it that) stops, she curses everyone but herself for her lot in life.
im loosing consciousness but, i know theyll find what i wrote on the floor tile before darkness takes everyone in this room. it will at least shed a little light as to the goings on of certain, small, social circles. "friends."
jump back to the time were all together in kev and millies living room. standing-room only smiles. exchanging hellos.
then the time when millie says to kev that arent you glad we got shane and starla together. but millie was already planning her perfect match, and an ending.
poor kev.
poor starla.
poor me.
i love you incredibly much JB <3
jd
her excrutiating mood caressed my suit jacket and left two small holes.
one hole is covering my right shoulder. one hole is covering my heart.
so maybe that means i dont have much time to tell you what happened. time is running out for me to tell you, just how it went this far.
by the way, shane, and starla are on the ground as well. from my point of view. theyve been dead for much longer than tonight.
"went this far..." what do i mean? to put things basically, millie, myself, shane, and starla were all friends once. life wasnt perfect. it wasnt even close. but at least it made more sense than this.
perhaps i should explain...
millie has a husband. kev. as far as the beginning of this story is concerned, kev is already dead and rotting in the upstairs bedroom. stupid millie.
kev is best friends with shane. that means that at one time shane was really close to both millie and kev. you see what picture im trying to paint here? everything was pretty nice.
there were the usual outings. i was painted into that picture every now and then. more accurately, i was painted then erased. painted then erased. painted then erased. im sure you get the idea... i wasnt a regular. i was ok with it though.
no, seriously, i was ok with it... so was millie.
especially millie...
millie with her rats nest hair and her not so girlish charm. an infectious (in a bad a way) glare from two black as coal eyes. a forked tongue that can whip anyone and anything into her line of thinking. generally speaking, i tend to drift away from those kinds of people. naturally.
hence the painting and erasing thing...
enough of the spitting comments though. this really isnt about my position on the matter. its about something else. something big.
starla was always nice. bright smile. charm. the whole nine yards. millie grew up with starla from a little girls age. it was the age of innocence. how quickly its lost. they were at the age were one discovers that theres a whole world outside of the shanty, small, rag-town that they live in. time to travel. see the world. take it all in. and once youre finished, you find someone and you grow old happily. supposedly together.
well well...
my name is ayvan by the way. nice meeting you. also, thats a long "a." ayvan devareaux. maybe thats french or whatever. not that it matters. nothing i just told you about myself really matters right now. whats most important is yet to come.
jump back to the time where starla and millie are alone in starlas room and millie explains to starla how she has trouble handling rejection. how she really, really has trouble handling rejection and not being paid attention to.
then you jump back to the time millie almost killed kev for "watching too much of the television and not helping her paint her own nails." youve heard of being in the wrong place at the wrong time havent you? this was one of the wrong times to be anywhere... i think they wrote a newspaper article on that evenings thrashing. nice millie, real nice.
i think millie may have gotten the idea somehow that shane was interested in her. maybe things with kev had gotten to the point where there was no way to work around all of the bad parts. thats one of lifes unfortunate realities. millie saw an escape, when, in truth it was only a minor uncertainty. so many people are like that. ive always wondered that myself. why people drop what theyve worked their whole lives for at the drop of a hat. millie was just one of those people.
millies idea sets kev off something wicked. starla and shane were out driving that night. i was at home, working. i was enjoying myself until shane and starla involved me in a surprise pick-up. at least we werent headed to millies house...
i thought i was at least safe in that...
i could see it in shanes eyes though. he was only entertaining starla because it took the attention away from him and millie.
poor kev.
poor starla.
poor me.
we drove for what seemed like hours.
jump back to when shane first meets starla and says to her that she has millies eyes. nice shane, real nice.
arriving at the house. inside is dark. not a soul about. this was all millies idea. millie and her stupid tricks. she told us all that she and kev had gone to this abandoned house to hold a fashion show.
flashback to me not asking more questions. you ask more questions about anything and you get the truth. the truth is when millie would finally explain after hours of questioning, that she never had the intention of holding a fashion show. that she had already killed kev. that she knew that starla knew about her and shane.
that millie knew that i knew about her and shane.
poor kev.
poor starla.
poor me.
we entered into the main hallway. millie was already at the top of the stairs. she had the gun pointed. we ask millie where kev is. millie tells us that hes sleeping.
silly us.
i vaguely remember shane pulling a gun on starla and starla pulling a gun on millie and millie pulling a gun on all of us. one loud bang. that mustve been everything going off at once.
deafening.
smoke clears. and theres poor starla on the ground. very still. shane is next her, but only in death. at that moment he achieved such closeness to her that he could never have achieved in life. it was my bullet that stopped him though. that was my magic trick. that was proper foresight on my account i suppose. i didnt like what he was up to. i didnt want to be the one to end it. but, it came to that. oh well.
and this is where were at now.
millie, the fashion victim chewing her charcoal teeth and rubbing her wax paper skin. not smiling. not frowning. dying from a bad heart. screaming as she falls to the floor. she probably thinks this is unfair. as her heart (if you want to call it that) stops, she curses everyone but herself for her lot in life.
im loosing consciousness but, i know theyll find what i wrote on the floor tile before darkness takes everyone in this room. it will at least shed a little light as to the goings on of certain, small, social circles. "friends."
jump back to the time were all together in kev and millies living room. standing-room only smiles. exchanging hellos.
then the time when millie says to kev that arent you glad we got shane and starla together. but millie was already planning her perfect match, and an ending.
poor kev.
poor starla.
poor me.
i love you incredibly much JB <3
jd