sintwo

She looked up at the looming house that stood above her. Her thoughts could only take wild guesses toward how Jen had met these people, if she had met them at all. She shivered in the silver breaths of January and tugged her tan pleather jacket around her body.
Sin perched on the first rock that stood next to the little stone path which lead up to the mansion and watched her friend impatiently. Normally, she wouldn't have cared for a party, but her friend had hinted at something that was obviously going to be important. If it wasn't, she'd just kick her ass. She smirked a bit and focused on the girl by the car.
Jennifer, who Sin had known practically all of her life, cursed and stomped her heavy platforms against the ground. She breathed slowly and slammed the car door shut, then shoved her cell phone into her purse.
"Angry?"
"Bite my ass."
"What'd he do now?" Sin asked and climbed to her feet, brushing the dirt off of the back of her jeans. Her bestfriend glanced at her, a hint of secretive glaring rainbowing into her eyes, then pushed past her. She followed close behind, slightly fearful towards asking the question again. She clasped her sweaty palms and fingers around the creme-colored faux fur that lined the sleeves of her jacket.
Of course, when she had said "he" she had been referring to Jen's boyfriend. He was the typical jackass. Packs of newly bought bud-lite sat in his fridge for only seconds before gulped down. Packs of cigarettes cartoned his oxygen and addiction. Packs of whores popped their fluffy pink bubble gum, then licked their lips, implying to satisfy his third love. She didn't realize this was how he acted, though. She loved him, and thats all she knew.
Sin reached up and grabbed the back of her shirt and tugged her backwards on the stone path. The girl skidded backwards slightly, stopping only to shove away and grunt.
"He's not coming," Jen stated flatly. "Happy now?"
"Not exactly," she stated, shifting her weight, "Why isn't he coming?"
She shrugged and started walking again, making sure to toss her raven hair preppily over her shoulder. Sin raised a thin eyebrow and started up the stairs to the front door.
The house gave off a sense of wavering disfunction, like it would topple onto his mighty side at any range of short-breathed gasps. Or maybe the world was tricking her again, teetering its levels side to side, so that she'd fall back down the brick steps. Her dizziness echoed and reached a peek as they finally reached the top. She looked back over her shoulder towards the stone path, who's hidden gardens of fairies and tempting thornes of angst reminded her of something from a twisted fairytale.
Suddenly music pumped through her ears and temples, cramming its notes of black venom into her head ache. She stepped through the open doorway and followed the shallow silence into the kitchen. The music wasn't quite so loud in there. She reached up and pushed her black, newly-painted nails through her hair, wondering if the glitter would chip off and leave snow flakes.
Inside of her fragile mind, she grinned to herself. She enjoyed parties sometimes. If the moon was right and the monsters were still invisible, there was a feeling of domination in having fun. Being around a lot of people brought out a side of her that she hadn't ever known before. That person appeared different, also. With more radiant hazel eyes, pouting lips, and heavier eye-liner, it was as though she was no longer herself.
But the people were the best part of it all. The different kinds of people, grouping together in one night that would creep off into a jagged, wasted oblivion in the morning. They all stared at her, which usually made her uneasy. She quickly would come to the conclusion people knew her. They knew her secret. They knew she wasn't herself, that she was dead on the inside, that she was insane. At parties, it didn't matter. She would smile and glow, because she knew their secrets also.
Jen ran in through the door, pulling behind her a rather tall young man, his structure strong enough to resist, even hesitate, but he didn't. Instead, he looked rather amused. Either that or he was one hell of an actor. The teen stopped and slipped her arm around his, yanking him slightly forward again and grinned widely.
"This, Trent, is Sin. This, Sin, is Trent."
Trent extended his hand and she politely shook it. She had heard before that it was what normal people did. Sometimes, though, she'd act as if she was going to bite the person. It seemed logical. Someone offers their hand, coated in flesh, and Sin was the smart cookie that figured she'd take the flesh. She glanced at Jennifer and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"He's my cousin. The one that wants to be a musician. You know, the one from Washington?" she answered her questioning eyes.
Oh, yes, Jen, you speak so often of your cousin, Trent, from Washington, who dreams of corrupting doomed fate and rise to be the biggest rock star in the history of musical idols. How stupid of me to not think of him!
"Oh, of course," Sin said instead, wishing the sarcastic tone had gone away before she had stated that. Jen looked up at Trent, who seemed suddenly exceedingly interested in the ground. It was obvious to her now how much he wanted to get away from her.
Jen leaned over, grabbing Sin's arm and slipped it through his, linking their elbows in a pink chain and smirked, "Well, Sin, I'll be leaving you with him now, have fun!" She made a gesture quickly with her other hand to show that the remark she had just made was her own cue to leave. And with that, she left.
The two newly met people blinked and looked around the room, finding it oddly empty.
"Sometimes the sweetest people can get bothersome, don't you agree?"
He nodded.
Good, a mute. This will be fun.
She walked across the room to the refridgerator and forced it open, pulling out a coke. She closed it quickly, then leaned her back against it, looking over at the young man who was with her. His hair was down to his ears, each strand reminding her of strawberry fields.
"Is your name really Trent?"
"No."
"Are you really her cousin?"
"No."
"Are you from Washington?"
"No."
"Are you a musician?"
"No."
"Well, hot damn, who are you, where are you, and what are you, my dear? So far your existance to me is a fat ass lie."
He looked at her in a side-ways glance, his eyes teetering over her image smoothely.
"I'm Lance," he said, then brushed his hair back, giving her another questioning gaze.
"Oh? Well, thats atleast one question answered. How'd you meet Jen?"
"Who's Jen?"
"So, you haven't met her?" she laughed and set her can down.
Lance shrugged mindlessly and stepped toward the white rectangluar box that normally was freezing. He pushed her away slightly, finding her losing her balance and almost toppling over. They always did that. Except they fell into the darkness. They never got back up. The cool swirls of iced wind brushed against his palm when he opened it and grabbed a can of beer. The coolness reminded him of himself. The person he wished he wasn't.
Sin grinned and looked over his shoulder into the fridge.
"You fucked her, didn't you?"
"What?" he breathed and turned around, staring her down coldly. He tried to push that side of him back down, covering it with the familiar disguise that he grew up with.
She shrugged and smiled a bit, "Its the way she is, she's boy crazed little girl. I was just wondering if you were the guy that gave her the tender loving that women desire." She winked and patted his shoulder.
"Well, I didn't."
"So, you're gay?"
"No!?"
Sin grinned slowly, flashing her teeth, and cocked an eyebrow upward, "You sure?"
"Stop asking so many questions."
"You are, aren't you!" she laughed and reached her hand out to shove him, but her wrist was bound by a strong braclet of skin. He stared her down, then pushed his lips into hers hard enough to bruise the delicate pink pillows he found there. Gently, he pulled away, then grunted and threw her back against the refridgerator.
There was another toothy grin.
"Fuck you," he said and walked out of the kitchen, letting the music dance into the room that fell into a crystalized quiet. She walked to the counter where she had absently set her purse down and pushed herself onto the top in a sitting position. Lance, from his own place and time, who had originally been Trent, was not a musician, a citizen of Washington, and he wasn't related to Jen in any sort of way. But he was, infact, a great kisser. A little rough, but that was the anger part.
"Execute your conscience,
Embrace your desire,
His pulling mysterious silence,
Slowly pushing into the fire..." it whispered into her, letting its creptic rasp echo.
Sin's face whitened and she clutched her fists together.
No, not here. Anywhere but here.
Her lips trembled, causing her hazel eyes to fade. Her heavey eye-liner bled down her face.
"Below your mighty majesty,
Her dreadful children play.
But not all you're allies are trustworthy,
Where the dead body lay..." it sang, fluttering through her ears.
There was a soft tune and melodic buzz escaping from her purse. She pushed her eyes closed and reached into her purse, pulling out the cell phone.
"Hello?"
"With all your mother's blaze,
The twisted whore-filled tomb,
Becomes your place of maze,
As they bang into her womb..." it continued to sing, louder this time.
"Sin, its me."
"Me who?"
"You're mother, smart ass. There's something I have to tell you..." she said and trailed off.
Sin's stomach dropped through her, as did her heart and lungs. She watched as the images clearly planted before her eyes became fogged and dusty.
"Her rounds of crowning rule,
Have ceased him upon his death,
Letting her running fuel,
Crush his drunken breath," it finished and laughed, kissing along the walls of her head bitterly. It bit into her brain and slowly nibbled, leaving imaginary bite marks indented in her skull.
She dropped the phone and shook violently. Someone came into the room and looked at her, but her eyes wouldn't focus. They shook her softly at first, then violently, though she could hardly tell. It was all moving so fast that her thoughts couldn't keep up. It kept rushing. Every sound was blurred by the screaming sounds in her mind.
Sin passed out wearily.