Re: Airstream: Amy/Si
Si had been haunted by the house since they left it. Since before they left it. The Tall Man, his hat. It'd all stayed with him, and it'd never been anything he could ignore. After they moved, he and Amy had stayed in the same room in an attempt to lessen the number of nightmares they had. But, for Si, they'd never gone away. Not until the drugs, with heroin being the best cure of them all. Well, as long as he had it in him. It offered to solve all of his problems, by just making him not give a shit, which, as much as Si hated it and himself, worked. He didn't know if dreams were foggy or smoky. For him, they were dark and cold. But, he knew what she meant. Gauzy. Unfocused. Safe. Small. "Yeah," he said.
Si didn't know why. He knew he hated David because David was a prick, because he was pretentious, because he'd managed to seduce Si's sisters. But, it hadn't been so much about the family being separated. They'd been pared down, piece by piece, little by little, almost like they'd never been meant to be together in the first place. Their family history was bloody, self-inflicted and not.—But, he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about how Amy would blush whenever David came over. He laughed.—Then Amy was on her feet, her hand on his, and Si let himself be pulled, dragging his feet only for appearance's sake.
He sat heavily on the bed in the back, where the red walls made things feel a little bigger, even if he couldn't imagine wanting to be surrounded by the color. It always put him on edge. Like too much blood. But, he tried not to think about that either. Instead, he smoked his cigarette and sprawled back on the bed like it was his. He exhaled up toward the ceiling, watching with one hand propping his head as Amy began digging through her things.