What are you doing for New Year's Eve?

[MetaL_Man2k3]

Well I stayed home, got drunk, played video games, got up the next day and did the same thing....

[Some1]

New years eh?

When the crowd parted for the paramedics, we already knew it wasn't necessary. The sreet was painted a purple-red with the boy's blood, on impact, his body had folded in on itself. The air was turning the blood on the sidewalk rust brown, but in his hair it stayed dark red, seeming to get redder with every flash of the newspaperman's camera. I took the train back home where I was going to a New Year's Eve party.

The sight of the wine in the dark made my mouth water, and every pulse of the strobe was the eye of the photographer's camera. I bit down on my lip and the afternoon flooded into my blood like an IV drip, the crowd's blank faces, reporters searching for the parents, the steam drifting for the young boy's broken mouth...I was right there, the blood soaking into my untied shoelace as we watched the ambulance pull up. The calm, detached voices of the paramedics made the temperature drop twenty degrees. They zipped up the bag and I couldn't breathe.

I tried, but I couldn't resist the pull of the open window. I saw myself running to it and lunging straight through it. I felt like I was suffocating in a zipped up black bag. I had to lock myself in the bathroom to stop myself from jumping out that window. In the mirror, my hair was tinged blood red. I tried closing my eyes, but when I looked in the mirror, my hair was still saturated with the thick crimson. The New Year's cheers sounded like screams through the door, and I swore that I'd never let myself care about anything else ever again. I dyed my hair the darkest black I could find, a black so dark it would cover the deepest blood red, and suffocate the brightest halo.