ASUNDER (I) : tmr newt

55: I'm Sarcasm

I shove him off of me, my hair falling into my face as I do so. All I see is red. Brushing the strands out of my face does not make the colour go away.

"I shucking will next time." I tell him, shoving my way past his body. My shoulder collides with him, and he is knocked to the side. "I'm busy. Meeting David."

He knows I am saying it just to piss him off but his face glows a hue of red unlike any he ever had before. The tomato-faced boy from before is back, and he's angry.

I'm angrier.

I find myself moving towards the forest. The Deadheads have made me feel sick since my near-banishment. I haven't been able to look at them without feeling a pit in my stomach open up and swallow the universe whole.

I step further into it, trying to breathe although I've forgotten what it feels like not to be angry. I am happy I don't have a weapon on me, otherwise I'd be carving my anger into a tree. After all, I am incredibly mad. Rage courses through me at Gally's audacity. He has put me in a position that is difficult to escape.

Currently, I need to help him put back together everything those shucking Builders destroy. The Glade has a way of destroying all that it touches, and our hands are no different.

At the same time, I'm supposed to be sucking up to Leo and Dawn, which is nearly impossible since they have so many weird things going on at the same time. Ella keeps collapsing, so Leo is rather preoccupied with trying to fix her in ways which are impossible. Meanwhile, Dawn is being beaten to a pulp and not telling anyone who did it nor why they did it.

At the same time again, I'm supposed to be lying low on Alby's radar. This is nearly impossible while I'm trying to be close to Dawn and Leo, since they are essentially magnets of trouble.

Even more at the same time, I'm supposed to be not getting into fights. The solution to this, is having David with me to police my behaviour. However, I'm not supposed to have David with me because he is dangerous, but he isn't. Because Gally has some weird jealous streak over me. I choose to pretend he doesn't like me.

This is literally impossible, and it takes everything I have not to break my hand by punching a tree with all the force I have.

"Of course it's you again," I spin to see Ben standing, leaning, against a tree. his head swings like it's loosely attached to my head as he pulls up closer to me. "You started it all."

I haven't seen this shank in a while. My first night here, he attacked me. Tried to get me to sleep with him; I remember that. Recently he twisted his ankle, or some other stupid klunk, and now he is off running for a while. I don't know how long, but long enough Gally might have to take him back to being a Builder. I heard that's what he was before this.

"You are shucked," I gesture to the now empty glass in Ben's hand. He must've broken into who knows where to get that. Alby's been cracking down on people drinking when there is no bonfire; if I were to tell anybody about Ben's behaviour he'd for sure get thrown in the Slammer at least for the night.

"You girls showed up," he drops the glass, moving forward. His eyes are black with heavy bags beneath them and he has a large purple bruise around his nose in a circle. "Nothing is right now, you know?"

From what I've heard from Dave, nothing much has changed at a fundamental level. Sure, Builders get injured more frequently when working with me, but that's user error. People tend to get shucked more, hanging around the bonfire with Dawn. Alby's gone shucking off the bend now, but I expected that. He's jacked now, from what I can tell he wasn't before.