Post by jonnycorrigan on Feb 12, 2009 17:12:02 GMT -5
The room was filled with celebratory shouts of glee and champagne shooting into the air and dripping from the ceiling. I sat there in front of my locker with my legs spread out across the floor, the back of my head buried into the metal exterior and my mind consumed with thoughts. I had an ice pack in my hand so that I could heal my wounds but I didn’t feel like putting it on my head so I just tossed it to the floor. I felt the liquid spewing into the air land on my face and tingle against my pores. It felt kind of nice, the cold alcohol against my face, because it was as if it was seeping into my skin and raping the stress that had always resided within me. I closed my eyes and took it all in, the smell of the room as it was doused in champagne, the wetness of my hair draping over my face and making my eyes little white blurs of what they used to be.
And through my wet vines of hair I could see Tahti standing there, looking down at me, the bottle of champagne dangling in her grasp above the floor. A smile so perfect was drawn onto her face and she sat down next to me, taking a swig from the bottle of champagne that she held by its neck.[/i]
“You did it, Jonny,” she said, “You beat Blake Worship!”
I felt a smile spill over the edges of my lips. I closed my eyes and laughed through my nose and said, “I know.”
And then she held the bottle to me and said, “Drink?” And I looked at her for a moment, the same moment with which I found happiness, and then I snickered and I said, “Sure.” And then I grabbed the champagne and tilted it upward and took several gulps. Then I held it over my head and felt the coldness run over my ears and my neck and I felt like I was eight years old again.
“Woo!!!” Dyce let out a party-boy roar, pointing at me with a sloppy smile scribbled on his face, “Yeah Jonnaayyy!!! I love you man! I love you!” And then he danced in a circle, his arms up in the air, his fingers pointing up at the ceiling and his eyes closed while he enjoyed the song that goes, “Celebrate good times, come on!” I didn’t like that song. But amidst all of the bliss I didn’t really fucking care.
Jayson Ray walked over and sat in the armless wooden chair next to me. He slapped me on my back and he said, “Good job, kid, you really kicked some ass out there.”
I peered over at him, the champagne stinging my eyes. And then I looked down at the bottle and I slid my thumbs up and down its neck as if it were a woman giving herself to me. My eyebrows thickened and bent over like an old woman feeding her cat, and I said, “It’s not like I was alone out there.”
“Well,” he said, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms, “We did what we had to do, Jonny. We’re DHS… We’re family.”
Goosebumps ran across my skin. I looked up at Jayson Ray and a smile grew across my face that didn’t go away. He smiled back, and then he leaned forward and tapped me on the chest with the back of his hand, and proceeded to get up and walk away from me. “Dyce, you’re too drunk!” He said playfully.
And then I looked over at Tahti. Our eyes caught each other's glance. And then I said the first thing that came to mind. I wanted to just ask her questions for hours because I was curious about her. We didn't ever really talk much, and that made me sad. "I thought you didn't drink," I said, resting the side of my head against the locker and looking at her amusingly.
And then she looked at me for a few seconds. Her eyes interchanged between both of my eyes because she couldn't look at both of them at the same time. And then she looked down at the floor and chewed the nail on the end of her index finger, and then she looked at me and said cheerfully, "You did something great tonight, Jonny," she sighed, "I just... knew this is how you would want me to celebrate it."
She took the bottle of champagne back from me and with a smile and a titter she said, "Proud of you." And then she poked my nose. She took another swig of the sweet champagne and then she stumbled back up to her feet and walked over to Jayson. She handed him the bottle of champagne, falling into his arms and burying her face in his chest. And then I saw him smile. And I saw Tahti smile. And I saw the warmth that they shared whenever they touched, whenever he put his arm around her, and I saw how beautiful it was, the way the sun passes over the horizon and gives the ocean a soft orange tint before it leaves us.
And after that I didn’t say much of anything. I just sat there with a huge gaping smile on my face. The buzz that electrocuted through my body was a pleasant feeling. And at this moment I felt happy, but not just because of the slight intoxication. No, it was because all of my cohorts... they were here with me. They were sharing this moment in which they've all experienced before. Because they all knew what it was like, to finally feel like they had absolute significance in this world, to for once in this pointless existence overcome something that had beaten them down for so long. To take something that had instilled so much hatred, pain and suffering inside you and pound it into the ground until it was just a blur of flesh and blood meshed together... That's what I did to Blake Worship. I beat him down. I destroyed him. And I knew that I... that we... were better than him.
It was the first time I’d ever felt a bond this great. It was the first time I’d ever shared an emotion so strong and so happy at the same time with anyone. It was the first time where I felt as though… just… for once… that someone cared for my existence.
“LET’S HEAR IT FOR TAHTI’S TITTAYYYS!”
DHS…… family…
And through my wet vines of hair I could see Tahti standing there, looking down at me, the bottle of champagne dangling in her grasp above the floor. A smile so perfect was drawn onto her face and she sat down next to me, taking a swig from the bottle of champagne that she held by its neck.[/i]
“You did it, Jonny,” she said, “You beat Blake Worship!”
I felt a smile spill over the edges of my lips. I closed my eyes and laughed through my nose and said, “I know.”
And then she held the bottle to me and said, “Drink?” And I looked at her for a moment, the same moment with which I found happiness, and then I snickered and I said, “Sure.” And then I grabbed the champagne and tilted it upward and took several gulps. Then I held it over my head and felt the coldness run over my ears and my neck and I felt like I was eight years old again.
“Woo!!!” Dyce let out a party-boy roar, pointing at me with a sloppy smile scribbled on his face, “Yeah Jonnaayyy!!! I love you man! I love you!” And then he danced in a circle, his arms up in the air, his fingers pointing up at the ceiling and his eyes closed while he enjoyed the song that goes, “Celebrate good times, come on!” I didn’t like that song. But amidst all of the bliss I didn’t really fucking care.
Jayson Ray walked over and sat in the armless wooden chair next to me. He slapped me on my back and he said, “Good job, kid, you really kicked some ass out there.”
I peered over at him, the champagne stinging my eyes. And then I looked down at the bottle and I slid my thumbs up and down its neck as if it were a woman giving herself to me. My eyebrows thickened and bent over like an old woman feeding her cat, and I said, “It’s not like I was alone out there.”
“Well,” he said, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms, “We did what we had to do, Jonny. We’re DHS… We’re family.”
Goosebumps ran across my skin. I looked up at Jayson Ray and a smile grew across my face that didn’t go away. He smiled back, and then he leaned forward and tapped me on the chest with the back of his hand, and proceeded to get up and walk away from me. “Dyce, you’re too drunk!” He said playfully.
And then I looked over at Tahti. Our eyes caught each other's glance. And then I said the first thing that came to mind. I wanted to just ask her questions for hours because I was curious about her. We didn't ever really talk much, and that made me sad. "I thought you didn't drink," I said, resting the side of my head against the locker and looking at her amusingly.
And then she looked at me for a few seconds. Her eyes interchanged between both of my eyes because she couldn't look at both of them at the same time. And then she looked down at the floor and chewed the nail on the end of her index finger, and then she looked at me and said cheerfully, "You did something great tonight, Jonny," she sighed, "I just... knew this is how you would want me to celebrate it."
She took the bottle of champagne back from me and with a smile and a titter she said, "Proud of you." And then she poked my nose. She took another swig of the sweet champagne and then she stumbled back up to her feet and walked over to Jayson. She handed him the bottle of champagne, falling into his arms and burying her face in his chest. And then I saw him smile. And I saw Tahti smile. And I saw the warmth that they shared whenever they touched, whenever he put his arm around her, and I saw how beautiful it was, the way the sun passes over the horizon and gives the ocean a soft orange tint before it leaves us.
And after that I didn’t say much of anything. I just sat there with a huge gaping smile on my face. The buzz that electrocuted through my body was a pleasant feeling. And at this moment I felt happy, but not just because of the slight intoxication. No, it was because all of my cohorts... they were here with me. They were sharing this moment in which they've all experienced before. Because they all knew what it was like, to finally feel like they had absolute significance in this world, to for once in this pointless existence overcome something that had beaten them down for so long. To take something that had instilled so much hatred, pain and suffering inside you and pound it into the ground until it was just a blur of flesh and blood meshed together... That's what I did to Blake Worship. I beat him down. I destroyed him. And I knew that I... that we... were better than him.
It was the first time I’d ever felt a bond this great. It was the first time I’d ever shared an emotion so strong and so happy at the same time with anyone. It was the first time where I felt as though… just… for once… that someone cared for my existence.
“LET’S HEAR IT FOR TAHTI’S TITTAYYYS!”
DHS…… family…
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