Solitary

Jan. 6th, 2010 06:16 pm
dirigo: (Look up - {T:S})
The guards would leave the light out, which was against the law, but Marcus preferred it that way. The dark was so much more familiar. He would sit in the corner furthest from the door and sleep with his eyes open. That’s what it felt like, anyway. There was nothing to stimulate his senses, no sights, no sounds, no smells but for the slightly musty scent of stone and damp air. He liked to see how long he could go without blinking.

A long time. )
dirigo: (Look up - {T:S})
Chapter 2 Title: Chrystal Meth
Words: 584
Genre(s): Drama/Angst
Rating: Rated: T
Summary: Marcus Wright before, during and after. The dark was so
much more familiar. He would sit in the corner furthest from the door and
sleep with his eyes open.

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5095223/1/The_Day_The_World_Went_Away

When he was thirteen, his mom kicked his brother out of the house. Four years later, as though it were a rite of passage, she kicked him out too. Marcus had been expecting it since the day she'd tossed Brian on the street, dumping his stash after him (keeping some for herself), letting him sit in the rain, stunned and furious. It wasn't raining the day she threw Marcus out. The cops had brought him back the night before, telling her if he got caught again, they wouldn't bring him home. She would have to bail him out. She'd smacked him so many times (once the cops were gone) he couldn't feel his cheek for the rest of the night. In the morning, he woke up to a bruise. But it didn't matter. He'd planned. Brian had a place. It was a shit hole, but it was a shit hole with a roof, and it was a shit hole where no one cared if you passed out at four in the afternoon because you'd overdone it on the meth.

It was good for him, he told himself the first night he spent sleeping on his brother's couch, trying to ignore the unpleasant moaning coming through the paper-thin walls. It was good for him.


Come with me if you want to live. )
dirigo: (Look up - {T:S})
Blair fell asleep before he did and he didn't notice how he'd gone perfectly still under her warm weight, except for the thud of his heart in his chest. He didn't need to move, it seemed. There were no twitches in his fingers or pangs in his legs. He'd settled comfortably against the canvas draped soil. The air, after the rain, was cold, the cloud cover low and close. It should have been warm, he felt, stuffy with humidity, but it wasn't and the cold felt empty, unwelcoming.

Marcus had his head tipped back, eyes open, sight full of the thick grey overhead that never dispersed. A nuclear winter. Ash in the rain. He remembered the fallout shelter that had been in back of the old grocery store in Abilene, the one had had closed down the year he was born. Would anyone have had the chance to get in that shelter before the bombs landed, or had Abilene been wiped off the map, leveled by radiation? More than that, he wondered if he cared. )
dirigo: (Look up - {T:S})
I was born into a nightmare. The world was burning and my boots broke bones on the street. The groan of metal, of gears, of death, that collective groan of a billion people striving for air when there was none, was the first sound I heard.

I was born into mud, into the clothes of a dead man, and with the stench of rotting flesh in my nose.


There would be no relief. Marcus had never asked, but Kyle told him this anyway. )

May 2015

S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
171819202122 23
24252627282930
31      

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 14th, 2025 09:05 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios