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Alrite people you know what to do, R&R.

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I lay on my bed, my eyes pried open.
My mind befuddled.

Paparazzi pictures flit across my glazed over eyes.
Paintings, vivid works of art, depicting familiar smirks, grand times, all in the crimson color I see every time.

If I move now, I could die.
If I stay here though, my fate could be the same.

Taking a risk and sitting up, I wince, anticipating my painful demise. After remaining in my frozen position for some time, I muster up the courage to I look around in the darkness and feel around me until I find a lamp.

The light near my face, bright and yellow, makes me blink to hold back the stinging sensation in my eyes.
Where the fuck am I?

My eyes dart around the room, looking for someone else. Someone to tell me why it is that I'm here, again, instead of where I fell asleep.

Getting up I walk to the nearest door and find a bathroom. In the faint light, of the lamp I can see myself in the mirror.

"Damn, I look like death."
My eyes red and puffy, my legs weak, and my head spinning.


Tearing away from my horrid appearance, I head out the door passing the bed I would find myself sprawled on almost every night.

Stumbling quickly into a living room, I let the flicking light provided by the open blinds to guide me to the massive, reeking, couch. With a loud whoosh I plop onto it, feeling the material with disgust as I fight desperately not to be devoured.

"It's a shame really. This probably used to be a really nice cow before they killed it to make.... this!"

Looking around, I scoff.

"Whoever came up with this crappy decor should be shot."

Staring into the darkness, I listen to the faint noises of the world outside these brick walls.

Closing my eyes and tilting my head back, I hear cars come and go.
This could be the only thing linking me to reality.
The noises.

Snapping my eyes abruptly open, I turn my head in the direction behind me. I'm not alone.

I knew I shouldn't have moved.

A light crash makes me jump across the couch but when the footsteps get louder and closer that's when I run.

Not remembering where the bedroom was, I crouch and look frantically for some sort of refuge. On my knees, I scurry, stumbling over shoes near what would be the door out of here. I can't risk it though.

Continuing on frantically, I bump my head roughly against the leg of something as the sound of the blinds closing tell me I'm on my own here.

The footsteps.
Heavier and quicker come, making a beeline for me.
Not thinking twice, I open a cabinet and squeeze myself into it, pushing myself to the farthest corner, allowing the door to close completely.

The footsteps double.
How many people are here?

"Do you see him?"
"No."
"Turn on the light."

A small stream of light filters into my hiding place.

"Where'd he go?"
"I don't know. I know he came over here."
"Think he's in one of these cabinets?"

My eyes bug out of my head, and my heart thumps loudly against my skin.

"No. He can't fit."

Thank God for my double-jointedness.

"Dammit!"

A bang resonates through the walls, making my jump, almost making me fall out of my spot and at the feet of.... whoever the hell is out there.

"It's okay.... don't worry about it."
"No, I have to warn him."
"We have plenty of time."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm always right."

What the hell?
Warn me?
Warn me about what?

"I just don't want him to end up like us."
"And he won't. Just give it time."




I sat there like a pretzel for the rest of the night. I wouldn't dare come out.

That is until I got off my little bender.

But I guess that's what I get for not taking the recommended amount and for chasing it down with whiskey instead of water, huh?