Walking Disaster; 6

"Niggynog! Woo!" I yelled before Kelly could get a word in edgewise. We both laughed agaisnt the rumbling sky. I looked out my window, the sky was practically black, the warm wind was picking up and whipping the trees branches from side to side.

"Dude, I’ve built the bomb." You could hear Kelly smile over the phone. She had been working on the bomb for a week. It turned out only to be a stink bomb. We were to when getting our diplomas, since our names followed right after each others, drop it on the stage and run. The perfect ending to a horrible seinor year.

"Great, you packed?" I sat on one of my bags staring out my window. I loved the smell of summer storms. I took a deep breath.

"Yeah everything is gone, you gotta put your junk in my car before we get up there and those dumbass gowns just to get a peice of paper saying we passed." Kelly sighed heavily, "I lost my gloomy bear." She announces.

"That sucks major mokey ice balls."

"Is that thing and the thing coming to your grad?"

"No she’s going for Stephoe, not me."

"Good easy get away."

"Your parents going?" I know that her parents are never home traveling to publicize they’re new food foot stink solution. The only upside was that Kelly is now rich. Lose your ‘rents get money. I envy her. Dammit.

"They are in England!" She growls in a fake accent. "They said they would call." She huffs.

"Even better get away." I try to console. "They don’t matter anyway," I say bitterly "Parents suck."

"Yeah..." Kelly thinks about this because the line goes silent except for the soft rumble in the background. Her window must be open too. "You know what? They do suck."

"Righ-." Im cut off by her. The witch; she’s staring at me through sober eyes. She looks haggard though. "Leaving bitch?" She shrieks slamming my door behind her. "Dammit you pig! You are not leaving me god dammit! You’re a staying, your hear that you worthless-." She trips over one of my bags landing with a thud. I hope that the carpet decides to burn her, like it did to me so many times.

"Run!" Kelly yells over the phone. But its to late, she’s closed in on me. I drop the phone behind me. "Your not leaving Joon, nobody wants you." She laughed. The room was closing in on me. I was loosing my breath, the carpet dug like razors into my body. I wanted to shrink away into nothing, at least being nothing she couldn’t hit me.

I can’t hold it anymore, I explode my fist slamming into the side of her bony tan cheek. My knuckles throb from the hit, but it’s a good throb as she spins backwards collapsing on my carpet. I feel free. Should I stop? Why she never stopped on my. I slam into her again, thats for hitting me with the bottle. Im blind with rage. The room blurs at first then goes black. I smell her too expensive perfume, the lilacy scent fills my nose. My knees scrape sgaisnt the carpet, which seems to me as if it was on flames. Her skin is soft and plushy as my hardened fists sink into her skin. I feel my face burning as cool salty tears stream down my face. Skin meets skin, bone meets bone. She screams the high screech snapping me from my trance and I stop.

Looking at her I pull away leaning agaisnt the wall my chest heaving. I made her bleed on the cheek, her thin body trembles agaisnt my maroon carpet. I look at my hands, pink and red in spots they quiver. She inches away from me, pushing her self upward. She startes at me through swollen eyes and wipes her seeping nose. The crimson blood flows across her lip.

I have sunk to her level. Shit.