Idyll; Chapter 1

Open scene on a party...

Don't take this to heart.
We're all just a group of kids. Don't tread on them.

Friday nights spent sitting around a 3 foot tall coffee table with paper, mirrors and razor blades.

Glass tubes and dollar bills. Trees and music.

Is that sugar? Are those vitamin tablets? Is that really just orange juice? Give me some, I need my vitamin C.
Why the f**k does it smell bad in here? Carys, burn an incense.
Why's it so bright in here? Dim the light, god damn it.

1990's style fake-wood plastic walls around the dimly lit bedroom; Plaid and flannel couchs are a common factor in my lifestyle.

10 minutes from now, I'll be catatonic, but I'll be oh so active.
Hookah is a f*****g joke. Good thing I have an amazing sense of humor.

Why do we do this? Why do I condemn myself this way, breathing more than just oxygen and exhaling way more than carbon dioxide, knowing where I'll be?
Honestly.

Why do I not care?
All for the sake of fun, and maybe a few new relationships.

But the truth is, I care so much. More than you'll know.
It's all for the love of changing yourself, for better or for worse.

Reviews

[Bella Cohen]

I love this so far. It has a very Chuck Palahniuk SLASH "Trainspotting" feel to it. I liked that it felt quick paced and seemed to flow. LOVE LOVE LOVE.