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Blissful LivingBy NOPYou all know it, you all love it. Two boys growing up in a different way. *DISCLAIMER* Chapter 4 He worried me terribly that day. I waited an hour, to give him sufficient time to return home, before I called him. He didn't answer, just an answering machine. I left a few messages for him, nothing incriminating. Eventually his mother picked up. I couldn't say a word for a few second, but eventually my wits came about and I asked her to have him call. He didn't. My dad asked numerous questions as to why I was guarding the phone so religiously. Every few minutes he would come into the living room and watch me stare a the phone. I didn't have the TV on, nor the radio (which drew his attention more and more often as the hours moved on). Oh Robbie, my sweet prince. I had liked him from the moment I had set eyes on him. The circumstances weren't lovely but boy he was. My parents had decided to transfer all their affairs and come to....Adamsville (this is before they divorced). What a happening place! Every once in a great long while we study the growth of the local Holstein population and bask in the splendor of bigots. Not to be angry, of course, but I hadn't ever been bored, truly bored, until I came to Adamsville. To continue on, I was at the doctors office, an actual hospital that the whole region used, to get some hepatitis vaccinations. I was an incoming freshmen and it was necessary. While waiting, a wailing mother, followed by a commotion of what could only have been relatives, blared into the room. Between the following herd was a body that was wrapped in a sheet, a bright red, wet sheet. I nearly lost my lunch seeing them lay him on the gurney, but he was so beautiful, even covered in blood, that I couldn't help but stare at him. He stared back and smiled then he started to sing, some unknown melody. It distressed his family even more. I latter found the song to be by Save the Day (you know the one). Charming entrance into town, eh? In the week before school I was moved to a weird town, a weird school, a weird house, and was pricked by needles the very same day (the day before school) I fell instantly in love with a suicide case. Well I shouldn't go as far as to say in love, but the guy was gorgeous all dressed up to die. In the midst of my reminiscing, I didn't notice my dad entering the room, again. Finally, he spoke up, more directly this time, "It's that Robbie kid, isn't it?" Oh god! What did it mean? Did he know? Did he talk to Robbie's mom? Did he see us, or talk to someone who had? My mind was a panic. I was already in distress due to the absence of Robbie's communication, and now there was a question to answer that sounded a little accusing. "Yeah." I spoke up finally, not really knowing what I was saying until after it was out. He looked at me curiously. I don't think he understood the problem, "Why do you worry so much about your friends? I'm sure he's fine, out with some girl, or something. His universe doesn't revolve around you, don't let yours spin around him." My father shrugged and waited for some response. I needed some way to get rid of him, "Thanks, dad. Since you're the king of relationships, of all types, maybe you can help me more often?" It was a low blow, I knew it. I could see the hurt in his face....... and I loved it. The joy I felt right then, seeing his face in pain, watching him turn and walk slowly out of the room thinking, "I deserve that. Who am I to speak?" was almost as great as the joy I felt lying next to Robbie, and feeling the heat of his skin next to mine. I was a horrible person. But I felt secure in the idea that I couldn't ever hurt him as much as he hurt me. I couldn't ever cheat on his mother with her best friend while she was away at her father's funeral. I was certain I couldn't hurt him that much.....I think I did. He left me alone in the room, alone with my thoughts. To which I paid more attention to then what was around me. And they inevitably drifted back to Robbie. vIt was the first day of school. At least I wasn't the only new kid in the area, there was one other. There is no way better to stand out then to wear a shirt with a giant picture of Ziggy Stardust into a school full of tight-trouser rednecks. I endured the stares, it made me determined to wear make up the next day. All the boys looked at me oddly and made jokes and threatened, but I figured I could use a good beating. They also stated, after I had walked away, "Trade one for another, maybe he'll do himself in too." Despite the over population of cowboys (of the most burly type), I quickly found my lunch table. Almost as a beacon from a lighthouse, they had also warn black T-shirts with glitzed up singers on it. I didn't even ask to sit down, but joined the somber looking crowd by saying, "Guess this is where I belong." hey didn't respond but only nodded. Only later did I find that they had joined the table in much the same way; one by one they came until there were five, but on that day there were only four. Carefully I started to introduced myself and received their names in return, Tim, Darlene, Collin, and Rabbit (a.k.a.: Roger). They weren't in the best mood, their faces were puffy and red from crying. "Is he...is he...dead?" I asked cautiously, "I mean I heard that some one, I'm sorry." I stammered. "No, not yet." Rabbit replied while Darlene buried her head in Tim's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just, I just saw him yesterday." "You did?" Tim looked startlingly excited, "How did he look?" "Beautiful." I said, "Like a fallen angel." "How did he, do it?" Darlene asked quietly, "They wont tell us." "He cut something, there was blood everywhere, and his family was screaming and carrying him on a really soaked white sheet. He was smiling and singing about something." I smiled, "He seemed to not be sad at all." The group was silent, and looked down at their food items. They didn't speak for some while. "I wish I could have seen him, and angel you said?" Collin raised his head, "How Robbie." I finally heard the phone after a few rings. My train of thought was centered on Robbie. Where was he? Did he come clean? Why wasn't he calling? I didn't fully understand the stingingly loud ring emanating while I contemplated the state of our relationship. "Are you gonna get that?" My dad yelled at me. I cautiously picked up the receiver and hoarsely whispered, "Hello?" I cleared my throat and repeated my self, "Hello?" "Hi." his voice was meager, weak, desperate. "Robbie? What's wrong?" stupid question. "She saw us." "Oh." there wasn't anything else I could say. I was speechless. Our secret was out, on one half. "And?" "Give me a week to sort things out with her." Pain wasn't what I felt. I felt like I had just hit my funny bone really hard, accept it was really my heart. "Okay. Are you sure you don't want me to-" "No." he cut in, "I don't want you to do anything." "What are you going to do?" "I don't know." "The truth shall set you free." I gave my coded permission, what did I care? I had a choice to come clean, his had been abruptly taken away, and it was partly my fault. "Really?" His voice had some sense of hope in it. "I love you Robbie." "I love you too." he hung up the phone. I had first seen Robbie a week after the shots. Darlene and Tim drug me to the hospital where he was recovering his senses under strict watch. I didn't feel right, but they said they wanted me to be there, to meet Robbie. I didn't want to go, but I did. I let them pull me into the car and drive me down to the dreaded hospital. It wasn't difficult to get in to see him, his mother was outside his door and eagerly let us in. "Show, him you love him, show his you want him." She pleaded and opened the door for us, giving me a strange look. They had tied him up. His long slender arms were wrapped in white bandages from his elbow down and then bound to the steel arms with three leather straps, on at his wrists, one below his elbow, and one on his bicep. He was looking at the flowers on the night stand. His hair was much longer then, and also vibrant shades of green, red, blue, and blonde, and was pulled back into a tight braid. His eyes were hidden but when revealed were crazed and shot around in delusional thought. He was still the beautiful green-eyed boy. "Robbie" Darlene started to cry but held back. Robbie didn't move. Tim stepped to the bedside and touched Robbie's shoulder. With a start he shot his face back to look at his friend's. His skin was white, dry white, not pretty white, un healthy white, dead white. But the smile that came across his face was a breath, a laugh, and psychotic joy all in one. Despite the coloring he looked alive. "Timmy!" he laughed, "Nice of you to come by. But don't you look a mess. Didn't I tell you that on my death bed I only wanted to see pale, pretty, guys all in drag and make up?" "You're not dying." Tim said blatantly. "Ah, you say that now, but what about later. Is not every week the last time you'll see someone?" Robbie's smile faded as he focused on me. "Hey, kid. Back so soon?" He asked searching my face. "Pardon?" I asked. "You come to take me this time? Or are you still going to sit and stare?" Robbie faded out to silence and into an open eyed sleep. "What is he talking about?" Darlene asked. "I don't know, it's probably something they have him on." I stammered. It's hard to explain the feeling I got when Robbie called me an angel of death. It wasn't a nice feeling. All I knew was he was confused. He didn't stop staring at me while they talked to him. He didn't respond, of course, but I knew he could hear them, because he was awake. When I paced, uncomfortably, around the room his eyes would follow me and his head would change positions. It really creeped me out. I tried to keep my eyes lowered, but I found my gaze locked in his. Tim and Darlene finally gave up and left the room, both were crying. We stopped to talk with his mom, who was also crying. They hugged her gently. "What do they have him on?" "Some anti-depressants, some anti-psychotics, some pain killers, some of everything it seems." She didn't sob while she talked, she was past that. She merely let the tears stream down her cheeks and fall from her chin on to her jacket. "He's a good boy. He really is, but he's not right." We hugged her, even me. It was weird but she needed all the comfort that she could get. "DEATH! ANGEL OF DEATH!" Robbie screamed from the room, "Come back kid! Come back and take me!" "He thinks you're death." Tim scoffed, "He really isn't right." "Death? What death. Why would he think that?" The distraught mother asked. "I don't know." "Tell him you wont take him, it's not his time." She pleaded. "Tell him now so he can get over this obsession he has. Tell him that death wants him on Earth, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" She cried. "I...I...ah...Okay, I guess." I was pushed back into the room. He was looking directly at me, eyes locked with mine. "Hey kid. You're here to take me?" His eyes pleaded. "No." I shook my head, "It's not your time." "But I don't like it here." He started to cry. "You'll have to get use to it?" I questioned, unsure of what to say. "I've tried." "Why don't you like it here?" I took the opportunity that was in front of me. "I don't fit in. I don't like to be picked on, or beaten up, or slapped between two jocks. I don't want to be here anymore." |
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