Another piece that serves as a test for music inspired drabbles.
This particular piece is about a character of mine who struggles with his feelings for his best friends. His best friends are dating men who are (to put it nicely) less than desirable when it comes to personality. His friends constantly go to him for consolation, which he gives them, but inside, he screams his true feelings: dump those guys and be with me. Random fact: the character is afraid of snakes.
Song inspiration: "Red Rose Suicide" by Malice in Wonderland
As a reminder, this song does not belong to me, and full rights belong to the owner(s).
[Daydreams]
All alone. Again.
What a shame such a beautiful day was being wasted away by the simple act of sitting and sighing over a matter that only affected one person in the world compared to the billions of humans on the planet. In other words, thought Gil, insignificant.
Gil exhaled and leaned back only to hit his head on a tree. He winced and readjusted his displaced glasses. Clearly through the glasses Gil watched the tiny yellow and white flowers waver in the wind, and with a slight movement of the eyes, frowned at the delightfully blue sky with clouds peeking out. He could have sworn the clouds were not there a minute ago.
Gil flipped open his phone again and stared at the wallpaper of which displayed three smiling people, the one in the middle Gil automatically recognized as himself. A boy and a girl leaned in close to his face, rosy cheeks nearly touching, with their eyes shining at the camera. Gil could still remember that day: it was a regular day at the mall involving shopping and tasty pizza in the food court. As of late the mall expeditions dwindled down, so far, that the trio only went to the mall twice a month (if luck allowed it) rather than the usual twice a week.
The lack of an envelope icon at the top of the cell phone screen reinforced the recent lack of communication.
He closed the phone and shoved it in his jeans pocket and glanced up toward the sky again. Fluffy gray dominated the crisp blue, beat down into submission and pushed behind the curtains. A drip of moisture splattered onto his glasses--and Gil flinched--obscuring the image of the flowers waving to and fro. He slid his glasses off his nose and wiped the lenses furiously with his shirt.
What frustrated Gil more than anything about his growing loneliness was that he knew with absolute certainty that his friends chose to spend their time with horrible people instead of him. Day in and day out he would be the ear of the complaints "he scares me" and "he hurt my feelings" and "can I stay at your place tonight?" All because his friends stuck around with guys who were never aware when they hurt another person.
Gil could only think, "Why not me?"
He blinked out of his reverie, and he spotted two slim figures approaching over the horizon, one taller than the other by at least a few inches. Squinting, Gil realized that the figures were coming directly toward him! He scrambled to his feet, the palm of his hand scratching against the tree's bark. Without a doubt splinters would be lodged in his palm.
The wind whipped harder as the clouds took complete control of the sky, the sky now a dark gray color. Little leaves swirled throughout the sky, and Gil's shirt ruffled and cooled his stomach. Gil crossed his exposed arms hoping to warm them up to no avail, and prepared to look a cold fool in front of the newcomers.
They came close enough that Gil could distinctly see their identities, speak of the devils. The shorter of the two had dark skin dressed in shabby clothes while the other had lighter skin and wore a dressy suit. Closer inspection noted that the two men’s eyes seemed strange—
And then they stood not an arm’s length away from Gil, both glowering down at him with their brown eyes, a black line slashed through the center of the iris. Their lips curled into a smile and their mouths opened wide. “Nobody is thinking about you today!”
“Just shut up!”
Gil’s scream pierced throughout the sky. The illusions of the boyfriends hissed and evaporated into the sky, the clouds still claiming the day and sealing the deal by releasing more droplets of rain. Panting, Gil leaned back against the tree and clutched his chest. His heart always raced in the presence of reptiles, and snakes were the absolute worst.
As light as the breeze the sound of footsteps coming from behind pulsed into his ears. Gil’s eyes widened, his heart beating faster, but he tried to calm down. He recognized the pairs of footsteps. One pair thumped loudly like boots while the other dragged across the ground. Lowering his arm and taking a breath, Gil peeked out from behind the tree.
In the distance walked two people, one short and stout girl and the other an average and slim boy. Though their faces didn’t smile nor did their cheeks burn red, Gil longed to run to them, to wrap an arm around each of their shoulders and pull them close. For traditional friendship’s sake. He longed to breathe in the girl’s perfume and the boy’s shampoo, longed to feel the girl’s smooth lips brush his cheek and the boy’s fingers intertwine his own, longed to brush the girl’s wavy hair and listen to the boy’s voice.
Gil took a small step and immediately returned to hiding behind the tree. Deeper, slimier voices spoke, spoke behind the footsteps. Heart beating faster, Gil sighed out loud, confident that the hisses would drown out the sound, just like how the serpent’s presence drowned out his own. Drowned out his thoughts. Drowned out his feelings. Drowned out his little existence.
All alone. Again.
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