A Black Hole Sucking Me In

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How did I get myself into this? I feel like I'm being tortured as we climb up the stairs, past the crowds of shit-stained siphons

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How did I get myself into this? I feel like I'm being tortured as we climb up the stairs, past the crowds of shit-stained siphons. This place is so gross. It stinks and it's old and dirty and I don't want to touch anything. I just want to close my eyes and hide my face and make it all go away, all of this terrible, disgusting mess. I want to make it go away, but I can't make it go away.

Then we reach the top of the stairs and I see Vince. At least he isn't disgusting. He looks as good as ever in a cream-colored leather jacket. His hair's all messy, the way I like it, and he looks so handsome and amazing I want to run over and just plant a big kiss on him. But he's standing next to this fat old man in these awful black robes, and I don't want to go anywhere near that old man. He looks like a giant worm or maggot or something. Fucking creeper!

But somehow he doesn't seem to scare Vince, who is basically hanging all over the old creature. It's like Vince is in love or something, the way he's smiling at every word, goo goo and gah gah and completely fucking pathetic.

"Who's the old man?" I ask the blue-haired girl—Daria or whatever.

"That's Father Pe..." the girl begins to tell me, but then the man turns his face and catches my eyes and I don't hear another word. It's like, BAM! Lightning bolts, electrons, firecrackers, candy hearts. I'm falling like a suicide jumper.

Father Pete.

Did I say he was old? Now that I see him more clearly, he looks like he's 25. Thick black hair, amazing lips. Eyes that I just want to swim through. Those eyes ... they're deep as the ocean. Deep as a black hole sucking me in, stealing my light, eating me up.

And then they're around me, closing in, a crowd of beautiful people with their arms outstretched to hug me, draw me in, pull me forward, yank me out of my inner cage.

"Welcome," says a girl with silky black hair.

"Welcome," says a boy with such a nice cleft chin.

"We love you."

"We want you."

"So glad to have you."

And I know the truth—they want me. They really do.

This is my place.

"Welcome home," says Father Pete.

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