Chapter 11 [KRIS POV]

I have been putting it of, but I do think it’s time for a visit to Celia. To be honest, I’m a little nervous. I get to work early so I have enough time for the essential dreams I need to make. Into the white room I ago. What would be a good place to meet her? Hm, Lets just say a park. Okay, a park. Celia appears. She looks maybe 10 years older than she is because of all the drugs. She’s super skinny, too.

“Kris!” She yells with surprise. “Am I dead or something?”

“No, this is a dream.” I tell her. She’s silent for a couple of minutes, and then she speaks.

“Look Kris, I’m sorry. I made your life hell.” She says in a sympathetic tone. I laugh at the irony. If I never met her, I would probably not be here! But I mean, what’s the good in being mad?

“Yeah? Yeah you did. I live in hell, actually.” I tell her.

“You’re in hell? What’s it like?” She starts pacing around the park. And I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“It’s bad. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.” I say trying to make her guilty.

“Okay. Look, you made your own decisions”

“I wouldn’t have made those decisions though, if you weren’t such a hoe.” I tell her, trying to sound like a d****e. I’m pretty good at that.

“Look…”

“How many f*****g times are you going to say look?”

“I said it once.”

“Three times!” I yell. “Sorry, that was uncalled for.”

“Look-” Celia starts.

“Four times.”

“D****t! Okay, Kris, don’t be a p***y. You have only yourself to blame for your stupid problems.”

“First of all, f**k you! And secondly, I only want to help you. You have to get clean, girl!” I say, shaking her by her shoulders.

“Why should I, Kris?” She says arrogantly.

“I need you to help Ana, with all of… this.”

“Ha-ha, what’s in it for me?”

“If you get clean, and help her out, I’ll… I’ll make sure you don’t end up in hell. Okay?”

“Is it bad there?”

“Horrible. We get tortured, all the time.” I say, and her mouth drops. She thinks a while.

“I’ll do it… I guess. I don’t want to end up there. And Ana, she deserves better. I know it’s weird to say, but I like the chick. She’s a good girl. But how do I get clean?”

“S**t, I don’t know. Rehab or something?”

“I’ll look into it.”

“Okay. I’ll be watching. Thanks, Celia.” I say. Then she hugs me. I hesitate for a second, and then hug her back. As I do, I realize that I’m longing for some closeness. Real closeness. I want to hold someone. Or even be held. But the only girls I know are Charlotte, and Aimee. Charlotte is taken, and Aimee’s a lesbian. Wait! No she isn’t! She’s bisexual! Maybe I’ll pay her a visit.

  

I get to her doorstep, and knock on the door. She answers almost right after.

“Oh, hey Kris! What’s up?” Aimee is actually quite pretty. She’s no Char or Ana, but she’s cute! Her eyes match her blue hair. She has amazing lips. Huge ones. And a great smile, too. I’m not sure why I came, actually. So I kiss her. She looks surprised. I haven’t kissed someone in like 2 months. It feels…weird. I don’t think I’m cheating Ana. I’m dead! I kiss her again. My hands move into her hair. We start making out.

“Kris… you don’t want this, do you?” Aimee says between kisses.

“I need to be close to someone right now.” I say, trying to sound innocent.

“Come in.” She ushers me into her apartment.

“I know what you’re feeling.” She says. “I used to get like this. Lonely. I still do, actually. Why don’t you spend the night here?” I grin at the thought. I do want to spend the night here.

“That would be cool.” I say, trying to sound casual. She hugs me.

So, there are not many things to do at night, here in hell, besides sleep, on days like this. Depressing days. So Aimee and me just get into bed, and cuddle. I know I probably sound like a p***y, but cuddling is all I want. And… she’s kind of the guy right now. I mean, she’s holding me. I’m burying my head in her chin. I used to hold Ana like this. I actually start crying! I don’t feel embarrassed though. I feel…safe? The thought of that is weird. I haven’t felt that since I died. I start to doze off…

 

“Kris, wake up.” I hear a voice. It’s Aimee, and she gently shakes me by my shoulder. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?” I say, rubbing my eyes and sitting up.

“We should go out. It’s only 1:00. All the clubs will be open.”

“Um, okay. Lets go.” I start to stand, but then I realize I’m wearing Aimee’s huge pajamas. They were made for guys, okay? She just thinks they’re comfy.

“Well I can’t go out in this.” I say. We walk to my house.

 

“Okay, what should I wear?” I ask. If you didn’t get it already, you get to keep all your clothes from earth; they just copy them and send them here, into your dresser. We put together an outfit that consists of a red button up shirt, which I don’t button up all the way, some tight fit black jeans, a pair of pink Chuck Taylor’s.

“You look good.” She says, adjusting my collar.

“You do too.” I say, and she does. She’s wearing a very short red, tight dress. She looks sexy, actually.

“Oh, I know I do.” She barks, as if not to romance the moment. I laugh.

 

We get to the club, which is very creatively named “Hell.” There is a very long line, so we wait. A couple heads above us, I see a bronze head, like Kale’s.

“I think I see Kale.” I tell Aimee.

“Probably. He comes here a lot.”

“Why?”

“To party, duh.” She rolls her eyes. She’s back to her rude self, as if the moment before never happened.

“Will Charlotte be here, too?” I ask. I happen to like Charlotte.

“Yes.”

“Cool.” We wait for another half hour, and then we get to the front of the line. The man at the front is Jesus.

“Jesus? Why are you working down here?” I ask him.

“I make trips down here sometimes. What’s it to you?” He says defensively. Jesus has a bandana around his long hair, and is wearing big sunglasses.

 “I was just wondering…”

“Just go inside, kid.” He says. So we walk into the club. It’s huge. I dance with Aimee for a while, but then I go to the bar, to get a drink.

 “Get me a beer.” I say, sitting down. I haven’t had a beer in forever, I was 2 years sober. But it doesn’t count if I drink. I’m f*****g dead! The bar tender turns around. It’s Charlotte!

“You work here?” I say, surprised.

 “Hey Kris! Yeah, I work here!” She flashes a huge smile at me. Her teeth are so white.

    “Well that’s pretty cool. Kale’s here, is he going to visit you?”

     “No, he never does. He party’s with other girls when he’s here. We have an… open relationship.” That gives me a weird feeling in my stomach. Maybe I have a chance with Charlotte. Forget Aimee!

    “Oh…” I say, and she hands me my beer. I guzzle it down fast. It tastes amazing.

    “Another one, please!” She laughs and gives me another one. And after that, another one. And then, another. And another.

   

 I feel weird. Like, everyone is so beautiful. A man sits down next to me.

    “You’re one hot number.” The man says to me.

    “Thanks you!” I say to him.

    “I was talking to her, f*g!” He says, pointing to Charlotte.

    “Well you don’t have to… to be so m-mean.” I hiccup.

    “What the f**k you going to do about it?” He says, louder.

     “Excuse me, sir, but…” Charlotte starts.

     “Yes, sir, please exit the area.” I say waving. All these drinks might be getting to me.

      “You want to go, f*g?” He stands.

      “Oh look everybody! We got a tough guy here!” I yell. Some people look. I stand up. He punches me in the stomach.

      “Stop!” I hear Charlotte yell.

      “Maybe we should just call a truce?” I say, holding my stomach in pain. He punches me in the face, now.

      “Fight back, p***y!” He yells. I raise my fist, but he grabs it and knees me in the balls. S**t it hurts!

     “Why are you so mean?” I yell, and he picks me up, and throws me.

     “Stop it, you f****r!” Charlotte yells. By now, almost everyone is watching. Isn’t there any f*****g security?

      “Stay out of this, b***h!” He yells at her. Wow, nice guy. He gets on top of me and starts punching me, until someone pulls him off. I can’t see whom, my vision is blurry. I see the guy getting his a*s handed to him, and then everything goes black