writings

Deformography

He abused her.
He beat her to the point where she was half-dead and nearly blind. Even though he loved her to death, he kept mutilating her. But the beatings she received in closeness were gentle in contrast to how he tore her apart over and over again when they parted. He had found himself a new love. It was so easy to replace her…why did he waste his time deforming her? He drank in his new lover and beat the old trash senseless every time she saw his name.
He didn’t feel her anymore.
She couldn’t feel herself.
His fists were painful and she couldn’t decide. She needed to do something. He’d kill her soon.
She could do as he wished and stand by, witnessing his blissful, perfect life and drowning in her own self-pity.
She could wash herself clean of the scars he’d given her and erase him from her life.
Or she could stay as she was: a love-crazed maniac, absorbing her killers poundings and dreaming of their ill-fated love.
She’s so stupid.
Doesn’t she know love is dead?

Never Let Me Down Again

Written for a school assignment in grade 8.

Stef closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He remembered the time he and Camillo had built a tree house when they were only eleven. He remembered all the times the two of them had had campouts in his backyard. He remembered the time he’d pressured Camillo into trying heroin.
Stef had only done heroin a couple of times when he asked Camillo to try it. He bothered him so much about it that Camillo just gave in. it opened a gateway to a new world for Camillo, a brand new start. It took away his troubles and made anything and everything in the world right.
Over the years, the two friends shot up together all the time. Stef didn’t let the drug take control of him too much. He tried to put bills first, but Camillo got the drug any way he could. If he had to sell his car it was ok, because it would get him his wonder drug. Stef saw this and tried to talk to his friend about it, but Camillo assured him everything was alright, everything would be fine. Camillo kept saying that his girlfriend, Adrienne, would lend him the money. And it was true; Adrienne stood by Camillo through it all…until he pawned the ring he had bought her. She left him with nothing and Camillo went to Stef for help.
The two of them had gone through too much together for Stef to turn down his good friend. Camillo moved in with Stef and they shared an apartment together, bought their fixes together, shot up together, and enjoyed the high together for three months.
At twenty-seven, Camillo decided to turn his life around. He entered a program to help him quit heroin. Stef was happy for him but kept injecting. Camillo was four months into the program when Stef went to wake him up and found his still lifeless body.
Now Stef sat at his best friend’s funeral. The friend he’d built a tree house with when he was only eleven. The one he’s had so many campouts with that he had lost count.
On Stef’s drive home he turned on the radio to try and ease his mind. The song he heard playing only reminded him of his lost friend:

I’m taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
He knows where he’s taking me
Taking me where I want to be
I’m taking a ride
With my best friend

We’re flying so high
We’re watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground

I’m taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
Promises me we’re as safe as houses
As long as I remember who’s wearing the trousers
I hope he never lets me down again

Never let me down…

See the stars, they’re shining bright
Everything’s alright tonight

It had been Camillo’s favourite song; he had dedicated it to his best friend…heroin.
At the next stoplight, Stef closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. He remembered when he had asked his friend Camillo to try heroin, and helped to slowly take his best friend’s life away.

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