He cuts the lettuce. Drives a knife along the green elastic stems. No thoughts in my head, no sensations inside. Or does it just seem so? He's so drunk that he can't feel his fingertips. They were numb. What the hell is he cutting? Forgot. Probably it should be.Baubles Whale. Dangling on the wrist. One, two, three... Nine. He may not count. Knows exactly. He remembers how she tied - fastened each of them. He remembers every meeting from the first to the last second. There was another one, the tenth ... Instead of a bauble, he received something else. Instead of a commemorative notch - a fat dot. All. End. Finish. Apocalypse.He looks at them and realizes that he intensely hates these harmless trinkets. It's like notes from heaven, pages from the diary of happiness, which are pinned to your chest with hefty nails before they kick you in the ass. So that when you fry in a damn frying pan, you, bitch, do not forget for a second how happy you once were.That's right... gotta get rid of t
"Alive, you fucking bastard?" Fuck-I-I, how did you scare me ... freak ... I hate you!This is the first thing Louis heard after his failed self-drinking attempt. Tommy… beloved younger brother, blinking word after word, trying to be like him in everything… that’s who found him in a pool of his own blood, almost dead… He felt something was wrong in some place, rushed through half the city… managed.“I nearly died when I saw this!” Why Lou? What for?The blue eyes of the little brother, round from experiences, look at him with such reproach ... He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his tied hand. Louis pictured Tom shaking him, tying his belt over his shoulder, covering his wounds with kitchen towels, dialing the ambulance with his blood-slick fingers, and he felt excruciatingly ashamed.“I… don’t know… I’m sorry, Tommy… I didn’t mean it, really… it just kind of happened… by accident…”His tongue barely moves in his parched mouth.- How are you? Do you want something?"Drinking... I
Now Louis had plenty of time to think and remember. He, in fact, only did what he thought and remembered. Probably, this was facilitated by the drugs that he was injected with. He became very balanced, calm, somehow airy inside. Empty and light.He was no longer tied. They didn't put me in a psychiatric hospital. He said he would run away no matter what the cost. Then he was simply transferred to the department of neurosis, or whatever it was ... in the same hospital - and thanks for that. The cuts slowly healed and scarred.Louis wanted to go home. But it hasn't worked out yet. First, the dumbfounded parents insisted that he be treated. Pfft... from what? There is no cure for love ... Except perhaps with a lobotomy. To become a vegetable with arbitrary drooling is beauty ... Secondly, in this section of the bars on the windows and by the orderlies on duty, you will slip through the dick. Mini mental hospital...Tom... that little bastard... talked to Kit, knew her phone number, and d
How retarded he is, Lou realizes only when he starts to dress. Fingers barely obey. Damn medicine, soon it will completely knock him out ... And before that, a concert at the request of Mr. Simmons, who sings in the voice of Sailor Moon, will have to be listened to ... Colored glare is already creeping along the walls. Keith has to help him, button up his jeans, tie his shoelaces. It seemed to him that he almost strangled his beloved in his arms. In fact, it barely moves. It took him a lot of strength to fight - he cursed, spat and writhed like a snake, preventing his sister from injecting him with medicine. Then the nurse just lay down on him.Seeing him naked, Kitty cries again and says that if it weren't for the tattoos, he would just be transparent."Don't cry baby, everything will be fine..."Louis has to lean on her shoulder to steady himself on his feet. There is a noise coming from the corridor, definitely, something is already happening there. Keith opens the door, looks out
- Hello how are you?“Hi, it’s okay… right now, wait a second… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… don’t cry baby…”- What are you?— I blow.- What?- Not what, but where. I blow on Keith's finger.- Fuck, what happened?“The Walabi bit her… I told you not to go near him…”- Bitten by a walabee?!Tom, can't you hear me? Yes, walab. Such a small kangaroo. There are plenty of them.- Crying?No, he's already laughing...- Are you in the hospital?— No, we’ve poured some whiskey for now… Let’s go now.- Well, all right, blow on her finger from me too.- Yeah. OK Bye…Tom threw his cell phone on the bed and smiled. He rubbed his forehead. A leisurely autumn rain rustled outside the window, it was twilight and cool in the room. Kit stood before my eyes, with her bitten finger uplifted and her eyebrows raised in surprise. And paths of tears on the cheeks. Laughing. She does not know how to lose heart for a long time.The only time Tom saw her really upset and depressed was at the airpo
Kitty stands with her bright head thrown back, her eyes wide open and her lips parted. Above it, a huge shark soars slowly in the blue abyss. Real monster! The whale looks at the shark. Lou looks at Keith. I still can't believe she's really back with him. Adoration to stale breath and the fear of losing her again ... He happily indulges all her whims. However, she has few of them. She is gentle with him - just milk and honey, not a girl. I don't believe it.Lou moves closer, wraps his arms around her waist, rests his chin on her shoulder. Touches the lips of the neck. She giggles, shrugging her shoulders.- Tickle..."It's ticklish," he corrects automatically. - Like?- It's ticklish. Yeah... Delight... Just look how beautiful she is...- You are beautiful...“Liar,” she smiles, pressing closer to him. Their fingers intertwine. Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators.- Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there
“Son, dad and I wanted to talk to you.Despite his even, even affectionate tone, Louis knew that this conversation did not bode well for him. The fork of stewed mushrooms hung halfway to her mouth. Mom cooks delicious, yes ...“Ma, maybe we won’t?” I'll just promise not to kill myself again, and you promise not to put me in hospitals where you think they treat me?— Is it that simple?“No, not just… but I don't know what else to say.Lou sighed. He guessed that a visit to the family nest would not do without a good soul-saving conversation, and certainly - at dinner. God, he's twenty-six, but now he feels like a sixteen-year-old screwed up teenager. He looked at his brother, seeking support, but Tom prudently kept quiet, busy eating. However, he already took all the first fire while he and Kitty flew to Australia, and it was simply impudent to demand more. Looked at my father. John Sparks looked serene. It’s clear that ma is the soloist today, and pa is in the wings when it is necessa
She stands on the bank of the Erwell with her back to him, her arms around her shoulders. Cloudy and gray, the river rolls heavy leaden waves, and the same clouds are dragged across the sky by a sharp, gusty wind. The red strands of her hair, her long bangs flutter as the only bright spot in this colorless landscape.She is wearing a light gray dress. She is cold - the end of October ... why is she dressed like that? He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. The girl turns. She is very calm, almost indifferent. The face is a beautiful mask. She rises on tiptoe, reaches for him… he feels the touch of her lips… His heart beats muffled, heavy, measured, as if a pendulum from an iron core is accelerating in his chest. What will happen when it accelerates? He responds to the kiss, closes his eyes to drown in this wonderful sensation ... Lowering his eyelashes, he sees tiny orange tongues dancing in her pupils, in the very depths.Her teeth bite his lips, the tongue slides i