He sat there lighting a cigarette with a white lighter he held in his left hand as he watched a group of kids hanging out together, waiting for the bus unaware as he smoked that he was also watching.
After moments of watching he finally forced himself to look away as his gun metal blue eyes appeared glassy and cracked as he continued smoking.
He pulled the cigarette away from his lips and let out a drawl of smoke from his lips, when he heard him.
"Him" laughed and looked at the smoking kid sitting next to him, "You do realize nobody is ever going to understand your level of insanity don't you?"
Gun metal took a deep breath on his cig before letting out another drawl, laughing, "Or the pain I'm starting to feel more un-human than what my DNA says."
Once he finished his cig, he flicked it on the ground and stood up to stomp it out, "I'll see you at home MJ."
MJ winked and waved two fingers as Gun metal began to walk home under the fizzling street lights.
Even though he was at the end of the block, he stopped when he heard what the kids he was watching said, "Who was he talking to?" "Is he fucking crazy?! He was talking to himself!"
He made a side stop to a alcohol store, looking around at the champagne hoping to find a distraction from the cruel words ringing in his mind from the streets.
He picked up a bottle of champagne labeled "Gosset." After examining he carried it to the register and set it down where the cashier examined him.
The cashier grumbled, "Kid you don't look twenty-one and that is a eighty-five dollar bottle."
He pulled out his wallet and slammed a hundred dollar bill on the counter, "A little extra for you. I won't tell if you won't."
He picked up his bottle and walked out of the store, making his way back home.
Once he was home he sat on the couch and popped the cork of the bottle and took a long swig of the sickly sweet poison.
He cringed and gagged at the taste, resulting in him dropping the bottle and it rolling around the floor as it spilled around his piling junk.
He picked up the bottle and carried it to the sink by the head where he turned it upside down and watched the liquid flow down the drain.
Suddenly the smell of weed filled the kitchen and he turned to see MJ sitting on the counter, "Hundred dollars for that fucker?!" He laughed and looked at the stain on the ground, "What a waste."
He sighed and stumbled into the living room where he pushed a crumpled envelope over the stain, he collapsed on the couch and watched as the stain was soaked up into the paper that once cleanly read, "Light Bill! OVER DUE."
MJ laughed and the smell of weed now flooded the living room, but he had already closed his eyes, unable to escape the lucid dreams or hallucinations with eyes closed or open.
He was on the train moving away from everyone to escape their whispers about how disheveled he looked and smelt of drugs.
He finally found a spot to sit when his body began to spasm and twitch as everyone laughed, he stuttered and cried, "M-MJ! H-help me!" The laughing got louder and rang in his ears as MJ spoke.
MJ hissed , "What can I do?! I'm just a figment of you, how can I help when you're hurting yourself..."
He pulled up a hood when he finally decided to brave the train again, but the whispers rang loud as he took a seat.
Once the train reached his stop he scrambled to get off and escape the glares. Quickly getting off, he walked away from everyone in the light and hid in the shadows as he slid down a wall and tried to calm down.
He buried his head in his knees and cried softly, bothered from the whispering and stares searing his mind, "Why can't I be normal?!"
After enough time he rubbed the tears out of his eyes and decided to be brave.
He slinked out of the shadows and up the stairs until he finally reached the top and gulped the sunlight and clean breeze in greedily, but it was not enough to quiet the growing screams he was hearing or the delusions he was seeing.
Shakily he grabbed his lighter and cigarette from his front pocket.
As he leaned against the railing with his cigarette a old woman went up to him and gently removed the cigarette from him, "Son you have such a pretty face."
She waved the cigarette before flicking it to the ground, "Don't waste it." She patted his cheek and gave his arm a squeeze before hobbling away and leaving him in tears.
He walked down the empty street and sighed in content, feeling normal for once due to nobody being around glaring at or whispering about him, a almost smile forming on his face.
The kids he had watched what felt like a eternity ago flipped the tables on him and were watching him this time.
He felt their burning gaze on his back and stopped in his tracks, turning to them his eyes immediately locked onto them, "Uh."
They sneered and snickered at him, "I hope you realize that you aren't and will never be normal! This isn't a dream where you can be what you want, this is reality and you need to wake the fuck up!"
He stayed quiet and glowered, his gun-metal eyes shadowing.
The group continued to deteriorate the situation, "No normal human is fucking deranged like you!"
He turned on his heel and stalked home, his smile turning to a scowl as the words flashing in his mind.
When he reached his home he slammed the door shut and stalked into the bathroom and glowered at his reflection, his darkened eyes immediately falling down to his hands, "Maybe there's a fault in my DNA."
He felt a pounding in his head and slumped to the ground as he heard MJ's voice and the groups whispering loudly and fast as he squeezed his eyes shut to try to rid of the voices.
After the voices went away he felt undeniably cold as he stumbled back to the living room.
He shuddered and pulled out his lighter, struggling to get the flame to light, "C'mon! Dam it!" He threw it to the side, ignoring the clattering sound it made as it fell to the floor.
His eyes found a package of matches and he quickly grabbed it, shivering harder from the cold.
He pulled a match and struck it against the box, breathing in the familiar smell of smoke as his body seemed to swallow up the flame's warmth.
The flame quickly extinguished, leaving his body in the cold.
He threw the burned stick to the side and laughed, "I'm like a fucking hurricane. Destroy! Destroy!" He looked at his scarred hands that were now freezing cold, "But it is a beautiful destruction, that isn't my fault."
MJ appeared but sounded extremely weak as he spoke, shaking his head, "Not anyone else's this time. It never was yours but pointing the fingers now isn't going to hep." He forced a grin.
He laughed, "I have-had a gold heart to do things I know... But I rather be warm in a dream then in a cold reality." His eyes turned light as MJ dissolved until he finally disappeared.
His body suddenly felt colder than before as the voices stopped, a smile finally on his face.
