Chapter 7
Leo
Heaven.
I have gone to heaven in its arms.
Up. Up.
Hugged the whole way,
Now dancing with it in the clouds.
Its lights are so kind.
Its warmth so endless.
The pain is gone.
But then I turn,
and I realise
This heaven is a dirty floor
That I have been lying on
In a heap
With a packet of crisps
Stuck to the side of my face.
@Alias22
It’s been ages, I think. Time becomes irrelevant.
Brick must be long gone, being stupid somewhere else. I could stay here forever. I’ve always felt at one with nature.
My phone is making a noise. I peel my eyes from the sky, feeling the rain dribble down my forehead.
It’s Sam. Dunno why he’s still intent on calling himself Daddy, the nutter. There’s nothing paternal about him. I hate this app. Hate that it’s necessary. That so much of my life is on it.
You got the T?
Yeah
Any left? Lol
Thinks he’s funny, Sam.
But I have to be careful.
Yeah course
Better all be there
It is
He won’t notice. They’re all on it already.
I hope.
Know where you’re going?
53 Priory Road
Lots of people coming
Stay discreet
Yeah sound
If he knows I’ve had some of it, he’ll freak, so I’ve got to act sober. But I can do that. That’s one thing I’ve learnt to nail along the way. Eyes straight. Reply quick – short, to the point, no rambling. The red eyes are because of hay fever, or cos I’ve been crying at my shitty life, etc.
Be there in 20
I close the app and stand. The park sways. The street lamps and car headlights and traffic lights on the road surrounding the park streak into my eyes in all different colours. Like some kind of shitty, trippy piece of art.
I don’t wanna go.
But I have to.
I owe him.
And now I owe Brick.
I owe a lot of people a lot of things.
I open a can of Stella and chug it down. I love it.
I’ll get Sam some flowers to keep him sweet. There’s a graveyard on the way, so that’ll be nice and easy.