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“So I heard you liked to sleep in graveyards“ whispered in a giggle Nathania, putting back her long black hair so she could see me better. „It’s just for feeling, you know? There is a huge calmness. Like I can feel the deads’ wiseness“ did I replied, in my restrained 17 years old vocabulary. The heat of the Charleston’s summer was making her black mascara sweat down her pale cheeks, like a very sad angel. She laughed again, hiding her black lips behind her black colored nails hand.
„Wisdom not wiseness“ was her response. I suddenly associated the thromping of my heart with love. Her gothicness was giving her the sensuality thatevery gothic kid like me was dreaming of.
„Hey, why don’t you let me in your brain a little so I can know everything that you know?“ I replied, full of my inexperience. She looked puzzled and her smile fell down. She stared at me for a few seconds, making me feel that the question was not proper, like if it wasn't just a metaphore.
„You might feel brave like a grave digger, but don’t you think that a trip
inside my brains is a peaceful promenade. Deads and demons make two.“ whipped she in my innocent face.
„Look kid, I like you a lot, but I ain’t no wannabe. What you see is what you get.Now that’s cute. You have a look in your face like if you just saw a dead? Ithought you liked cemetaries.“
Did she say. And then she giggled. She breaks my heart and now she takes my dignity.
„What are you talking about? You think that you got a worst life than anybody on this sad land? I came a long way from here Nathania. Longer than you could even dare to walk.“
„Really?“ and she stood up and was heading back to the cars where our friends were waiting. I was on my feet in a second and strongly grabbed her frail arm. Quick I was pushed to the ground and I saw her teeth. She was beautiful. Her eyes were red with desire and her hips wer pushing on mine, leaving in me the only desire to stay still. Her arms were holding me firmly
to the ground.
„It won’t hurt“ were the warm words her lips whispered in my ear. It fell like a wave of heated blood rushing in my veins, excitement. Her soft lips kissed my neck. I tilted my head to give her free range on my jugular. She pierced the skin with her sharpies and I was falling. Myself was being dragged in a very dark place, shades surrounding me, fear was imposed uponme. Her orgasmic respiration sounded like a hurricane, isolating me in ist loudness. It was smooth violence, venom straight to my heart.
When I woke up, I felt disoriented. She was next to me, sitting and smilling.
„Sweet dreams?“ did she ask.
„Yeah, my neck is very sour though.“ My 17 years living with a psycho mother
had thaught me to never give the crazy more that they asks for. Just play
the game.
„I gave you a little suckie, I couldn’t resist“ Her big red lips smile was
telling me otherwise.
„So, you want to finish what you started?“ Did I say with all the daring
attitude I could manage.
„No, I’m fed up. And you’ve been sleeping for a while. The others are
waiting“
When our friends saw us, we were separated for an interrogation. They saw my wound and make fun of my suckie. How far did you go heart breaker?
I would have to kill her later.