Nobody Can See Him

Nobody can see him. Nobody will ever. His identity befuddles even the sharpest minds. What once was will never be again. Not that they would want to. His self-loathing would bring the strongest to their knees.

He needed a little time to wake up. It was going to be a rough morning. Head pounding, the drums of a thousand potlucks, his once coherent thoughts coursed through his brain in fragmented bits of shrapnel. Beside him, the girl looked at him intently, scaring him as she had been sound asleep only a split second before.

His veins were pulsing out of his head. Olivia could not fathom the amount of alcohol that must be sliding through the red and white blood cells. It seemed they had only been out for an hour or two, but his consumption could have beat any red blooded Irishman any day. Someday she would find him in a putrid puddle of vile mess, breathless and cold, but today was not that day. Where was she when he was getting high? We were getting high? No, that couldn’t be right. Drugs weren’t her thing. They never had been. But random flashes came back from their short, turned long, night out. Lines, more lines, drinks, bottles, pills, piles, came rushing back in a flurry and knocked her head back to her pillow.

“Oh God, what did I do?”

James looked at Olivia again after a brief staring contest with the wall. She had muttered something, but his pounding head wouldn’t let him process the, inevitably, useless words that had come from her mouth. God he hated her. Why did he have to keep calling her up every time he needed a good time? Her homeliness did not bother. Just looking at her sexy curves made him stir. It was the way her personality drilled into his head every time they were together. If only she would shut up once in a while and just enjoy the scene, whichever that was at the moment, for a moment.

“You say something?”

Olivia looked over in disgust. The asshole had made her do things she swore she would never do. What else, then, had she done without knowing? The filth that swam through her brain gave her an instant migraine. Great.

“No, I’m just trying to piece together last night,” she sighed. “What did we get up to?”