Thursday, December 12, 2013

Party After Party by Priscilla Burt, or by Priscilla B. not really sure what one yet.
















Part 1

Pre-Game






Chapter 1

House Party:
           
Even though there was a going war was on, there was also a party and I planned on attending.   School was such a bore in those days, and the only thing keeping us, any of us alive was a good party.
“Hurry up!”
“Were going to be late!”
“I’m coming! I’m coming!”
   I lived with two other girls during the years of the war. That was when I was just about 20.  Although parties were just another habit I had picked up along with smoking, drinking….
Instead of writing this all down in the hard cover, brown journal with the daffodil on the front that my mother had given me…I was on my way to the party living it.
“Ahhh! I love a good fuck!” Ezzy laughed hysterically.  
   Ezzy was a crazy girl.  A crazy girl who was only one out of the two girls I lived with.  She was almost a year older then I.  She carried herself with  that older sister like quality that I never got when I was younger.  She was very outgoing and excited all the time.  I suppose that’s why I think she did enjoy a good fuck.
   “Do you guys remember are last party?” My other roommate Ruth, recollected.
   “Yes!” Ezzy shouted.
  “It was fun.”
 “All the parties we go to are fun.”
 “Yes. Yes indeed.” I concurred.
We all laughed.
            We were already high.  We had started pre-parting way before we left the house with margaritas and blunts.  We did this every time before we went to one of our parties.  Yes ours.  We always felt they were ours just because we made them crazy and fun.   Everyone in those days was lively despite the war, but especially us.
            “Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Ezzy was screaming from upstairs in thrillingly.
The road to our party had taken us to an old abandoned town, or at least that’s what we thought.  None of us knew what it really was, and we were all in for an uneventful night.
We were in some old abandoned house.  It was oddly well furnished for an abandoned house though…  Weirdly enough we just happened to be in one of those houses they used for testing bombs and stuff.  But I guess it hadn’t been used yet, and being in it was trippy so yea…
 
“Come on Ruthy, we should get Ezzy and go.”   I tapped on Ruthys’ shoulder, but she just ignored me. So I headed up stairs to find Ezzy, but then a flash of light appeared out of nowhere.  
Everything got instantly quiet; like in one of those old movies where the music is playing louder and louder, and then… quietness just for a moment before the scene changes.  The e was kicking in now I could tell, but it wasn’t the e. The light just kept getting brighter.
Finally, someone pointed. “Look!” They shouted.
   I was looking and I couldn’t close my eyes no matter how much I tried. My heart kept beating faster and faster.  I felt my eyes widen, and that’s when it happened. 
Like a dream you can’t run from because your feet won’t move, and you can’t hide anywhere because there is nowhere to hide.

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The bomb hit us out of nowhere, or at least that’s one of the thoughts that crashed through my brain before it hit.  Who knows maybe it was planned that a bomb fall on us at exactly 2:00 a.m. in the morning the time the party was scheduled to go to.  The only thing I know is one other and I survived that night.
            Scrambling, pushing through the rumble I found my way out into the open air.  The sun was so bright, it seemed brighter then it usually did, and I could hear others scrambling too.  Faint cries were heard as well from people, people who were my friends.  They were all still trying to get out from under the debris of the now destroyed fake neighborhood.  I tried looking for anyone, anyone that might still have a chance at living, but all I could do was hear all the cries.  The fallen debris was heavy and everywhere, but I tried moving what I could.  I would lift up one-piece jut to find another right below it waiting for me.  The cries lasted what seemed like forever until they finally stopped.
My shirt was covered in dust and rocks by now.  I had bruises and scratches covering my face. I felt alone and helpless.  Then I heard someone calling out.  They were close by quietly yelling help.  I looked around, but saw no one.  Then I heard it again.
“Help.”  It was so quiet I thought it might just be my head calling out the very thing I needed.  The voice called out again, and I started looking harder and listening more.
“Help.” I saw a hand sticking out from under a door.  I moved it and there lay a young boy probably 15 or 16.  He had a beam probably from a roof ceiling lying across him.  I tried moving it, but it was so heavy.
“Please help me.” He said.  I looked around and found something I don’t even know what.  I started levering the beam up off him.  He tried to help me.  Finally I got it off.
“Don’t move. “ I said to the already trying to get up boy.
“Ow. It hurts!”
“Don’t move.  I pushed him back down.  I’m going to call 911.”
“911? You can’t call them.”
“Why not?” I got out my cell phone.  I thought it was a miracle I still had it.
“Don’t bother.  They won’t come.  The numbers been changed."
Changed? Changed to what?”
“I don’t know, but I tried it before.  I use to work at the Hospital until the number changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I use to work there, but then one day I went into work and my boss told me I didn’t have to come in anymore.  Not that I was fired, or anything, I just didn’t need to come in for a while.  I didn’t go in for the next few days.  I didn’t hear any ambulance sirens, cop cars, nothing.  So I called 911 just as a joke right? And no one answered.  Nothing.  So you see even if you do call its pointless. Besides, that bomb that hit us is was probably a testing bomb from the terrorists.  I mean that’s probably why we almost died last night. “
            By know this very talkative, extremely imaginative boy was already up, and moving about.  I on the other hand was just in utter shock. “How do you know all this?” I asked.
            “I just do I guess. Come on there’s a way out.” He pointed at an opening in the white picket fence.
            I was confused, but it didn’t matter.  Even if I was, he seemed to know what he was doing, and I had already decided that I should go with him.  Weather he was wrong, or right about all he said I was going with him. “Where are we going?”
            “Away from here.  Are you coming?”

            “Yes.”