Kinked Entry 2: Poison
Don't even ask me what happened here.
It's been an awful day in most ways, but I figured if I didn't write today's entry, I'd stop all too easily. x_x;;
There’s this moment between the balcony and the champagne table that has me feeling like I’m going to die - a sudden shortness of breath, a scuffle of feet, a twitch in my hand that makes me ball it into a fist. I’m not sure why. It’s like a hiccup of worry, or something, but it passes just as quickly as it comes. I’m hoping he doesn’t notice, but of course he does. His hand is on my shoulder, soothing and saccharine, “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, it - it was a dizzy spell, or something,” I give a nervous laugh, a shrug, and his hand falls as my shoulder rises, but I can still feel its weight against my skin. There’s a strange sensation whenever we touch, and it isn’t very nice. He makes me wait by the buffet table while he fetches me a drink, and when he comes back he’s holding two wine glasses. One is green, the other is red - both of them have olives.
“This will make you feel better.” He reaches out a hand, his eyes burning, and I know, without tasting it, that it will probably kill me.
Still, between blood and poison, I’d take the latter - if only to prove that I’m not like him.
“Cheers,” I say, and we drink.
Hope things will turn out better sometime soon.
I managed to finish a lot of writing towards the end of the sembreak, but I'm trying to time when I put them up so that I don't suddenly run out of things to post.
In the meantime, wow, going back to school is overwhelmingly excruciating (and excruciatingly overwhelming, and I don't know if those are even words). I'm doomed.
It's been an awful day in most ways, but I figured if I didn't write today's entry, I'd stop all too easily. x_x;;
There’s this moment between the balcony and the champagne table that has me feeling like I’m going to die - a sudden shortness of breath, a scuffle of feet, a twitch in my hand that makes me ball it into a fist. I’m not sure why. It’s like a hiccup of worry, or something, but it passes just as quickly as it comes. I’m hoping he doesn’t notice, but of course he does. His hand is on my shoulder, soothing and saccharine, “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, it - it was a dizzy spell, or something,” I give a nervous laugh, a shrug, and his hand falls as my shoulder rises, but I can still feel its weight against my skin. There’s a strange sensation whenever we touch, and it isn’t very nice. He makes me wait by the buffet table while he fetches me a drink, and when he comes back he’s holding two wine glasses. One is green, the other is red - both of them have olives.
“This will make you feel better.” He reaches out a hand, his eyes burning, and I know, without tasting it, that it will probably kill me.
Still, between blood and poison, I’d take the latter - if only to prove that I’m not like him.
“Cheers,” I say, and we drink.
Hope things will turn out better sometime soon.
I managed to finish a lot of writing towards the end of the sembreak, but I'm trying to time when I put them up so that I don't suddenly run out of things to post.
In the meantime, wow, going back to school is overwhelmingly excruciating (and excruciatingly overwhelming, and I don't know if those are even words). I'm doomed.