LETHAL YOUTH

‌─triggers- smoking, mentions of blood‌ and cursing─

You reeked of testosterone, cigarettes, chaos and angst.

Your eyes redemption for the shattered, cradling might to devour a mortal with the alcohol swirling in them. Even a tragedy would lose itself in the labyrinth of intoxication due to the liquor pooling in your eyes. No wonder you lit cigarettes from the tears of rum and whiskey. No wonder your conscience inhabited traits utterly tipsy and sour- pungent and combustible.

With your back against the filthy wall of the crooked alleyway and a blazing death stick dangling from your dainty fingers; your eyes‌─barrel for liquor, held no remorse for the nefarious deed you were committing. It was as if remorse was something a mortal like you never interpreted as something of much interest. But only a synonym of remorse can decipher that your face reflected lethal youth but your heart weighed brutally from sheer repentance.

Deliberately shoving my shoulder to your chest as if an action of quick impulse, I sneakily glanced at you wheezing a little from my hostile thrust on your robust torso. Glaring at me with those eyes crammed with shots of vodka, my knees buckled from your potent mortal gaze.

"Walk with your damn eyes open woman!" You yelled. Even your raspy voice reeked of testosterone, cigarettes, chaos and angst. Amidst of all, stench of recklessness the dominating.

Halting mid-way abruptly, I heard you spewing venomous words all laced with appaling of curses whereas your lungs devoured stick of madness with sheer hunger as if deprived of it for eons.

Shuffling backwards after trembling out a sigh of exhaustion, my feet took me fiercely to where you stood. Your hair, drenched in shade of tar or more like an enraged black cascaded down in ripples and modestly chopped bangs deceived the booze that stirred beneath. Your lips enclosed around the cannon like tobacco that whined to be pecked with a flicker of fire to summon an enraged combustion.

"You are provoking your doom." My voice was soft but loud enough to be audible for you. It was a shallow warning concealing vile aftermaths that anticipated the demise of the reckless; demise of you. You merely chuckled and your eyes regarded me with scrutiny.

Clad in clothes tattered from the seams and jeans brutally ripped, littered with specks of dust and malice from picking street fights with Cancers and Capricorns whose daily zodiac fuelled their frustration, your knuckles were distorted into an awful hue of blue and purple with tiny splatters of dried crimson over the lilac painted canvas.

To sum it all up, from near you reeked of gore.

Scoffing in bewilderment from your apathetic appeal, I merely paid any heed to your outer appeal. I know better than to judge people from their corroded exterior. Physiognomy never did any mortal good.

With your shoulder now being clutched by my hands, a snarl of distaste erupted out of your throat. You abhorred physical intimacy. I could see it in the bottom of your eyes how lethal contact was for you. Although your face was bland, no benevolence, no malevolence but I grasped the situation better than you ever could.

"Don't you fucking touch me woman!" You wailed‌─an attempt to lock the vexation on a leash. With my hands retreating back to not discomfort you further, my eyebrows merely pointed towards the piece of metal punctured to the wall behind you, concealed from your broad back.

Smoking is injurious to health‌─it read. Smoking kills. Drenched in youthful shade of red, akin to the colour of red squiggly line that gets summoned under any term misspelled; the warning was as clear as ever. But a man like you, took sheer pride in committing deeds catastrophic as ever even after being very well indulged with the knowledge of calamity it can arouse.

Another drag taken and the smoke rippled out your mouth audaciously over the board yielding message of caution whose stench later lingered in the ambience; like a plague. You commited this voluntarily. Consciously.

"You don't tell me shit woman. I don't provoke doom." Your retort was swift. Stomping your boots over the almost deceased bud of torment, your feets wobbled a little and a tiny yelp, almost inaudible, tore from your throat. "I am doom."

Nasty bruises adorned your flesh but you still you rolled your shoulder back, and carried your body in a posture so intimidating that one might faint from dread. My eyebrows raised from fascination.

"You mind your own fucking business woman. Don't try to fuck your way in my life. I am a dangerous man."

"Let's just pretend I am scared."

Scoffing, you merely just turned your back against me and whistled your way out from the tragedy you weaved.

Leaving me with angst, cigarettes and phantom of you.

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Chapter one from Part I here!
There will be in total five chapters in one part and the songs in the chapter prior to this can be played to add more vibe. There's no particular order to play them, just search them and play in the way you want.

I am so excited for this book and thank you so much for reading this. I am sorry for any typos and grammatical errors.

Hope you all have a good day/night ahead. Stay safe and healthy.

Mae here<3