DECEMBER 31 - JANUARY 1 (NEW YEARS)
Jordan Silverstein - don't pretend you haven't heard of the bastard - and his sister are holding a massive New Years bash at their place on Warrington Avenue this evening. Rumour has it that the wolves are out tonight, kids, and their juice is on holiday special, so don't pass this one up!
anthony lawrence//drifting youth
Well, I could spent this night in blissful solitude or in the company of an exquisite book but I ended up on that party full of ordinary people. There was a time when relationships with others gave me some kind of pleasure. Of course, people were always mediocre and stupid creatures but there was a time when their ignorance seemed amusing to me. Now it’s only irritating.
I watch Whisper walking away. Her thin shoulders are moving gracefully as if she was dancing. Poor kid, she doesn’t belong here at all. She looks like she doesn’t belong anywhere. I find myself fighting the temptation to use my power and take control over her silly little mind. Drugs work for some but not for me. I have weak, naive and lost people who are waiting for someone to find them. They’re excellent instruments and toys at the same time. Yes, I do want to hurt Whisper but I don’t want anyone else to hurt her. I just don’t like people playing with my toys.
Suddenly the door beside me opens and there comes this muscular jerk Jordan (dear lord, why on earth you create brainless creatures?) with an unknown blonde girl. From the state of her clothes and his smile, which for the sake of the narrative I’ll call voluptuous, I infer that they’ve just finished the act of procreation.
“Hey man” says Jordan and grabs the girl.
I don’t feel like answering so I just give them an indifferent glance. Surprisingly it was the girl who caught my eye. I have to admit that she’s attractive. And she doesn’t look so dumb as the rest of Silverstein’s guests. If Jordan wasn’t there I would definitely talk to her.
I take another cigarette and follow them, just cause I don’t have anything else to do. It’s really scary how parties are boring. I’ll never understand why people cover their loneliness with loud music, crowd and alcohol. There are so many better cures…
After a short walk around the house I find myself in the center of the party surrounded by these beautiful, wild idiots with empty slogans like YOLO written in their eyes. Indeed, humankind is depressing. I hear Lennon’s Tierney drunken laughter echoed by many male voices. I could make them all stop. I could make them think about death, about their guilt, about their biggest defeats. Oh lord, I could make them all kill themselves on this lovely night but I prefer to stand against the wall like a spectator and watch them slowly dying. Dance, puppets… Entertain me…
I see Whisper in the corner of the room. She’s talking with some guy, probably Jack O’Connor. I like that kid. He doesn’t talk much what makes him the most intelligent person around here. I wonder if Whisper has already found the answer. There’s an easier way than just asking her.
I close my eyes and let them turn into Whisper’s eyes. Music is getting quieter until finally it becomes the sound of sea breeze. Every person has got their own inner sound. My power gives me a chance to listen to them all as if I was on an endless concert. Whisper sounds like a mix between ocean waves and deep breathing. Now I can think what she thinks. Soon I’ll read her thoughts like an open book…
Suddenly the waves subsided. I try to bring them back but for the first time ever my mind doesn’t obey my orders. I open my eyes and look at the would-be target. Whisper is standing on the other side of the room, looking directly at me with her sad blue eyes. She slowly smiles like a chess player who just made a good move. I couldn’t help but smile with her.
There was only one possible explanation. I’m not the only one with my power. I share it with small, dainty Whisper.
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i'm sorry it's so short :( and yeah, I'm also not a native english speaker so sorry for the mistakes.
some parts are translated from @her-heart-attack 's story