Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-01 14:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan hayes, ghb |
Who: Dylan Hayes and GHB
What: Sleepover!
When: Friday night
Where: GHB's place
Desperation, while not an emotion that Dylan enjoyed, was one that he had been intimately acquainted with at several points in his sorry existence on the planet. It was winter time, and he hadn't done his annual lining of his shoes with duct tape, and his toes were soaked with snow and freezing. The numbness that had come with Dave's death was compounded with the chill in the air- the wind in his matted hair and on his dried and cracked lips. His reserves of cash were being drained, he had lost all the food he'd left in his apartment, the deposit because he couldn't face his landlord. The walls in the apartment were covered in poetry and flowers, he couldn't stand to see them. So he had suffered a loss, a severe loss in resources. He was losing it, it was all bad. He needed a roll of duct tape and a banana, he needed new sock and some milk to make his bones feel stronger. For the first time in a long time, he was hungry and tired, and he just wanted some company.
Actually, he really wanted a cigarette.
It wasn't hard finding GHB's place. He got directions from another street kid- yes, he had rejoined those ranks- and he got there. Quick. Quicker than he would have liked but soon he was right at the front door. He set his palm flat in front of him, his fingers trembling just the slightest. He slid his hand down and wrapped it around the knob, turned- unlocked, of course. Henri was a god, he wouldn't need to worry about security.
"Henri-" He called softly, trying not to let the cold tremble in his voice. "Are you here?"