The first time he had ever shot up he had been with her. Down on the docks at the edge of the lake, silver moonlight reflecting softly off the calm water. Nothing to be heard but the sound of their own voices and the low thump the waves made when they bumped the dock. Her head was on his shoulder when he shot the dope into his vein. To this day he still wasn’t sure if the fire running through him had been from the drug or the fact that she had been so close to him.
Her eyes would drift shut before springing open again, his tunneled vision took in every detail of her face, every movement she made. When her blue eyes focused for a few seconds before beginning to close again, it was like two lights shining into a dark abyss. Maybe it was at that.
“John”? She asked. “What the hell is the point of all this?”
“I’m glad you asked me something easy”, he replied. “The point of all what? Life? Existence?”
“All of the above”, she answered. “And I need concrete responses, not some bullshit philsophical junk either.”
“Right.” His head floated with the wind for a moment. “Well, I guess the point of living is to die, at least for people like us”, he threw the needle into the water.
“Maybe we’re dying to live”, she told him as her eyes drifted shut again.
“I thought we weren’t getting philosophical?”
“It’s not philosophy, just an observation”, she said. “Hey light me a smoke okay?”
He dug into his pocket, lit up a cigarette.
“Fine”, he said as he passed her the smoke, “then you give me an observation about the point of existence.”
“Why not Mary?”
“Because John, the only observation about existence that would be valid and not philosophical would be God’s. And I am not God.”
The wind blew her hair when she spoke, just a little so one bang fluttered off her forehead. Her eyes blazed open.
“Your God to me”, he told her. “At least right here in this moment.”
“That’s sweet,” she told him. She wrapped her leg over his, her other foot kicked at the surface of the water disrupting the reflection of the moon. “Bet you didn’t know God was a dope fiend.”
The cigarette went limp in her hand, before falling between her fingers to the water. She was snoring softly a few moments later.
He sat that way all night with her body pressed against his on the dock, watching the moon until it disappeared. The sun rose, illuminating the soft white skin of her face. She opened her eyes for just a split second when those fiery hues were at their brightest. He thought he saw a look of contempt on her face and he was sure the sun’s light paled just a bit to those blazing blue eyes.
This is the first part after Prelude which I wrote a few days before. This probably seems like something completely different but its the same story. I wanted to experiment with jumping around a bit and see how it fits the narrative of a fairly long story. Comments would be appreciated, positive and negative.