Jezebel"Ugh. This city." Jez kicked at a discarded can, sending it skittering away down the cracked, grimy sidewalk. Jamming her hands deeper into the pockets of her ratty green hoodie, she spat into the gutter and turned down a side street. "People don't even try to clean up after themselves anymore." She skirted the shattered remains of an old TV, heavy motorcycle boots clomping on the warped concrete. Her cell phone buzzed in the back pocket of her jeans, but she ignored it.
She turned into the convenience store on the corner, nodded to Kale, the owner's son, who was lounging behind the counter, feet up, reading the Enquirer, and grabbed a can of soda from the cooler. As she perused the selection of candy bars, another person entered the small store. She had decided on a Butterfinger and was reaching for it when she heard something hit the floor near the register. Turning to look, she saw a massive man in a black leather jacket towering over Kale.
"What do you mean you don't hav
pressurehe was broken when i found him and i thought that i could fix him, but somehow it went wrong and, all unknowing, i shattered him instead.
and i left the stirrings of first love behind in the run-down apartment where we had curled up on his bed and stared at the tangled wires where the light fixture had been.
he was skinny, blonde, blue-eyed, everything i thought i could never have in a boy and those short moments we did have are forever engraved in my memory. but it was not to be.
an accident, a lie, something spoken, something left unsaid to leave him boneless on the couch, a broken doll, big blue eyes staring at nothing. a blade, one of his, portruded from my chest but i ignored it because he was always playing with knives.
so i turned away and left him there, sitting silent, motionless, as the blood dripped on the carpet.
and i moved on, watching him covertly as i lived my new life, my heart pierced by his blade tucked safe in my dresser drawer. he moved on too, after a while, takin