Eternal Flight

Pretty brother.

Chapter Two

Carmen.

It's a cycle, really.

I get upset, I see the opportunity, I create the opportunity, and I drown myself. I hate myself for it the worst, the most.

And here I am again.

In my shortest skirt, I screw off the top and pour my glass full. It starts to spill on to the counter, leaving it to hell, I just chug from the bottle.

Until it's ripped away from my hand.

"Easy there, girl" A familiar blond dude stands before me, towering over me. His brown eyes search my face, waiting for an answer.

I smile, the liquor from before long affecting my state. "Hey"

"Hey," he touches my elbow gently, moving me a little away from some guy who stalked past us, preventing me from getting run into. "What's the occasion?"

I blink.

"I never got your name, babes" I smile drunkenly, remembering.

"It's Wren," he says, smiling slightly with his teeth. "Are you okay, Carmen?"

"I'm really okay" I edge closer to him.

"Take it easy, okay?" He leans against the counter. "To stay safe"

I furrow my eyebrows, but nod anyway. He isn't as gone as me, seeming too sober. And besides, it's not his business how much I drink. I can handle it. He can mind his own shit.

Wren turns and takes a cup, filling it. He looks me into the eye over the edge of the cup as he takes a sip, I keep eye contact.

I blurt, "You're so fucking hot, you know that?"

Wren gives me a look, "Alright, thanks" he says, "You're more far gone than I thought"

My phone rings, vibrating against me as it's tucked between my waist and skirt waistband. I gulp, I can only guess who it is. I do not want to answer, so I don't. I'd rather drown myself.

The chills run over me, my mood getting even more ruined, worsening. I grab Wren's drink and down it in one go. I flee.

I slip between people, pressing away through the bodies and crowds. It's a dumb fucking house party, but there are so many fucking people.

Sometimes, often, I think about running away somewhere far away. Maybe I could start over. Maybe I could get a new life and never look back, perhaps I could find peace.

I'm tired of everything, but I can't be fucked with all that shit taking me down. The truth is, I'm already teared up like some doll, all ripped up.

My head is a constant madhouse, it and everything around me is making me restless. Making me run and search for escape.

I'm like a motherfucking clock on a wall, running and running, never arriving, always going in circles. Round and round and round.

I take someone's hand when they offer it, I dance with them. I pull on a smile and kiss his neck, I let him kiss mine. My body against his, I let myself be distracted. I whisper sweet nothings to the stranger, nodding when he asks me if I want to take it upstairs.

We ran into Fran on our way.

Fran grabs my arm, looking at the guy and then back to me, "You sure about that?"