Third Person

The apartment held a solemn tone as the clouds rolled in, the house, usually in the early afternoon hours was lively with two characters resting on the couch. On a day like this, dark and cold, they would rest on the couch and watch a movie or a television show, but today no such thing would be happening. The apartment seemed abandoned, as if someone had set up furniture and left, leaving someone else to find it. Though it seemed that way, there was someone in there, curled up in the master bedroom in thick blankets, staring out the window blankly. Deep blue, almost purple eyes stared out into space, clutching the blankets loosely.

Thinly framed glasses rested on the nightstand, small particles of dust collecting on the glass as minutes turned to hours. The character still unmoving as the numbers on the clock changed with the passing minutes.

It seemed like eternity till the deep colors of eyes slipped shut, dissolving into a deep, yet restless sleep.

Matt

The slam of the door woke me up, I turned on my back reaching for my glasses, stretching my back, making it arch off the mattress. I sat up, the glasses in my hand; I wiped the small specks of dust off and putting them on, getting a few strands of my hair caught in the metal. I hesitantly pushed the covers off, throwing my legs off the side and stepping onto the cold hard wood floors.

"Matt," I walked into the living, surprised to see Alfred taking off his shoes.

"A-Al, what are you doing here?" I ask, walking over quickly to make sure he didn't strain himself.

"Well, had you answered the phone when the hospital, Arthur, Francis, and myself tried to call you, you would've known that I was being discharged," He said, lightly pushing me away, before giving me an look that clearly showed that he was displeased, "Where were you," He asked, by his tone he was skeptical about something.

"Sorry, I was here; I've been sleeping a lot lately. Especially with some of my night classes I've been sleeping more." I said, feeling a bit offended with his tone.

Alfred looked away, walking passed me to the bedroom, "I'm going to bed," He said, a bit crudely. I flinched when the door shut, sighing I picked my backpack up from the side of the couch, looking at the door of the bedroom as I stuffed my hand down into the cushions and pulled out the syringe, quickly putting it in my pocket as I left.

Alfred

I fell asleep sometime between noon and one o'clock, I woke up around three. The bed at home was a hell of a lot better than the one at the hospital. I got up, adjusting my glasses that I had carelessly fallen asleep with, and got up, ignoring the goose bumps that ran up my legs, and went to the living room.

"Matt," I called, looking around, not in the kitchen, or the living room. I checked the answering machine, nothing. Uneasiness came over me, as I took a seat on the couch and grabbed the phone; I dialed in his number and called.

Three rings.

His voice mail.

Hang up.

I sat the phone down and turned the television on, browsing through the channels for a good ten minutes before looking at the phone. I sighed, turning on the DVD player, playing whatever was in, to my surprise it was The Virgin Suicides. It had always been Matt's favorite movie, not saying that I didn't like it either but it was kind of gloomy.

I picked the phone up again and dialed his number.

Three rings.

His voice mail.

Hang up.

I started to feel restless, I continued to watch the movie for another ten minutes before looking at the phone. Biting my lip I forced myself to watch the movie a little longer, I lasted fifteen minutes before picking the phone up.

Three rings.

His voice mail.

Hang up.

Where are you Matthew…?

Matt

The numbness the coursed through my veins sent every little sensation into a defined pleasure, the vibration of my phone was almost enough to make me orgasm in my pants. But that would be embarrassing, especially in front of Andrew, yes I still saw him. We were friends, he helped me out when I needed it, but he told me that he thought that the new house was supposed to change me. I would brush him off, telling him I'll never change. Why would I want to? I've made some personality changes yes, but I can't give this up. Andrew was high too, he was sprawled out on the bed jacking off, mumbling little things, probably hallucinating that it was some whore sucking him off or something.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, almost dropping it from the loose grip I had on it. The illuminated letters seemed to float away as I looked at the screen, I could only make out an A and a D…My mind, hazy and confused couldn't remember anything of those letters. The only number I saw was a five before I dropped the phone, too weak to move anymore.

On unsteady legs, I stood up leaning against the wall for support as I walked to the living room of Andrew's apartment. Somewhere between the time I had gotten up and moved to the living room, I had picked up my phone. I pushed talk and held the phone to my ear; I only had to wait a few seconds before someone answered.

'Matthew! Where in the hell are you!' I heard a familiar voice scream into the phone, I groaned at the aching in my ear as I pulled the phone away.

"'m at a friend's" I said, I saw my backpack on the other side of the living room.

'What friend's, I'm coming to pick you up,'

"No, no, 'm busy," I say, feeling tired and bit queasy. "I'll be home soon,"

A long pause followed my words, and it felt nothing less than suffocating, "Be home soon," I heard him say stiffly.

"Love you," I said, the words felt necessary, and needed.

'Yeah, I love you too,' He said before hanging up, I closed my phone, leaning against the wall again, sliding down. The numbness felt fresh again, and the only sound I could hear was Andrew moaning loudly in the other room.

Alfred

I put the phone down, my stomach felt as though it had dropped into my lower bowels. While Matt slurring tiredly, in the background…in the background I heard someone moaning.


Sorry for the tardiness, hope this chapter makes up for it. Read and review please