a short term effect (lets base this on real life)

he did not recognize a single face when he walked into the room and sat down in the hard plastic chair. everyone was a stranger, and the feeling of never seeing so many people before was new to him. he was from a small town, and wherever he had gone he always recognized at least someone he had met at least once or twice at a party or something. thats when we shook hands and introduced ourselves. we became close once we realized we were both tired of talking about the weather.

we went to the back of the school and lay in the damp football field.
one year earlier a thirteen year old boy had died there. we had gone to the memorial even though we didnt know the kid. there were candles and flowers and crayon drawings. everything about it was morbidly fascinating and we shared the guilt of being there, somewhere we didnt belong. i remember the crying parents, and the girl with the words "we shall never forget" written with a pen on her thin wrist. i had made fun of it and he looked at me like i was a bitch, because all i am is a dumb bitch.
the damp had seeped into our clothes. we got in his car and drove past the hospital and up the mountain. i wasnt wearing my seatbelt and he was driving fast. i had flashes of us flying off the road, and it thrilled me. the music was to loud and filled the hollows of our bodies.





i give up.