creative_slacker

Oh alright, here's that story that follows with the pictures. This is part 1 since I have to go to work and I don't have time to finish it.... Perfect Blue Buildings

I first heard about Miles three months before I ever met him. Word on the street was that he was a manipulative egomaniac. I suppose when I met him, I didnt believe their words, now after knowing him intimately I have a completely different portrait of him.

Miles was wailing in his sleep again. The nightmares had progressively gotten worse. His dreams became my reality; I stopped sleeping more than three hours at a time. He would cry softly in his sleep in the beginning, now he was more violent and unstable.
I should have left the first time he threatened my life. Tonight went too far. I was leaving, this was the last time I would fear him and his subconscious mind.

The New Orleans heat was exhausting like a spoiled child always demanding more. The fountains of sweat dripping from every pore were no longer noticeable. I stood waiting for the bus, twenty minutes had passed the only movement on Magazine street were the billions of cockroaches that overtook the city at night. I debated if I should step on a few just to hear the pop and crunch sound they made before death. I let them be, for the moment. I didnt want to appear morbid to a fate that I hoped would take pity on me.

Ten more minutes passed, still no sign of the goddamn bus. I know there was nothing to fear, but I had a gnawing feeling in my stomach. Too many years of reading occult practices and an ugly encounter with a real life ghost story always put me on edge when weird things were afoot. I was going to do this alone, but the more I realized the circumstance of things, leaving required help. I shuffled the coins around in my pocket and searched for the closest pay phone. It was four ten am. I took a chance and hoped my dear friend with an insatiable appetite for partying would be awake at this hour.

Brooke? I hoped she was alone, I hadnt wanted to implicate her into this mess, but I knew she kept secrets tighter than a straight jacket cuddling a lunatic.

Jo? Whats up? I was just getting ready to open a bottle of Shiraz. Do you want to come over?

Are you alone? I shouldnt have started out with the panic line, but I lost my logic an hour ago.

Yeah, whats going on? Did you and that low life get into another fight? Where the hell are you? Caller id is a lying whore and tells me your number is unknown.

Im calling from a pay phone. I need your help. Ive left Miles. Would you come pick me up? Im on Magazine and Jackson.

You bet your life I will. Ill be there in a few.

Wait. Are you alone?

Yes, whats with the mystery? Youre starting to freak me out Josephine.

Ill explain when you get here. Im so sorry. I hang up. She couldnt call me back for more details, which I rather explain in person. I was dragging her into something big, but I knew she had the stomach for vindication.