Sakuno needed to find a place where he could be alone. The party that his best friend Garsuko had invited him was cramping his style. Drunk teens everywhere. Booze and sex filled the air. He rushed out the door for fear of throwing up. The air was crisp. It hit his bare pale white skin so hard he thought that the wind just might cut him. He pulled the hood of his blue and black sweater over his head, pushing his raven black hair into his olive green eyes. Sakuno also wore his dad’s deep blue trench coat to prevent the cold from seeping into the vacuum of warmth he had created for himself. Though he wished that he wore something a little warmer than his all black ripped skinny jeans, which for some reason ripped in all the wrong places. At least his feet were warm and snug in his thermal socks and combat boats. He slowly began to walk down the street away from all the noises and smells of the party. As he walked he thought about Garsuko and what the morning would bring.
“ Well this is a shithole of a night”, he uttered to himself while walking past the old hollow tree that was unnervingly in the center of the school yard.*I remember that tree. Me and Garsuko first met there. It never seemed to grow so we both came to the conclusion to burn it down. We tried, but it didn't work. No matter what we did it never worked. But we kept trying together. That tree that never seemed to grow or die brought us closer and became a symbol of our friendship.* He chuckled to himself as he continued to shiver his way home. But his amusement halted at the thought of day break. * Dammit, Garsuko is going to be so pissed at me when he finds out I left the party. He’ll probably punch me in the chest later.* He sighed in despair. * Well it doesn’t matter anyway i've already left and i'm not going back.* He shifted his thoughts. * I wonder what mom made for dinner. Who am I kidding dad most likely made dinner. I can’t wait to get back to my room. My warm, empty room. I don’t wanna go home but it's too late to go anywhere else.* Sakuno sighed once more and continued walking.
The cold flushed his cheeks rosy red. Despite this he continues to walk slow and steady not wanting to rush home. Because it was so late, there weren’t many people out but when he saw some they caught his eye. Like the girl who was stumbling home drunk. He thought that maybe he should help but just didn’t care enough to actually do so. Another was the group of men that were shooting pool and drinking beers in the garage. The sound of their laughter could be heard two blocks over. After about 8 blocks of just walking straight Sakuno finally makes a right turn walking past a stray cat and scaring it away from its perch. After another 2 blocks or so of nothing but homes, trees and dark cold endless night he finally arrived home. He grasped the smooth,cold metal handle and lightly pushed open the door. He was greeted with the smell of cinnamon.
Sakuno closes the door so no more heat escapes from the house. He takes off his shoes and replaces them with slippers. Tiredly he walks into the kitchen, where a bowl of stew with plastic covering the top, is waiting for him. Lazily, he grabs a spoon from the silverware drawer and begins to eat.* Dad always knows what I need. It's kinda creepy but then again I don’t really care.* He slowly stands up and goes to the sink to rinse out his dish. Sakuno set the rinsed dish in the sink and dragged himself to his room. He opens the door and flicks on the light. He notices a lump in his bed. Cautiously he approces. In one swift move he pulls back the covers. It was rinki. Looks like he wasn’t going to be alone tonight. It seemed like she had waited for him all night. He turns the light back off and hops into bed. He eased himself between rinki and the wall. He held his girlfriend of 3 years in his arms. As he drifted away he immersed himself in her sweet scent.
In the morning he awoke empty armed and cold. He was alone in an empty room. There was nothing. There had been nothing for over 10 years now. Only Sakuno, the room and his dreams.
