I Don't Wanna Be the Blame [William Beckett]00

Licking my lips as I ran my fingers over the corners of my mouth my eyes scanned the pages infront of me, the sounds around me barely hitting my ear drums. They were useless sounds anyway, compaired to what I was reading on the dark print of the grey textured paper under my callused finger tips.

"Ryaine!!" my head snapped up at my name puncturing my silence in a high pitched, startled scream. "Ryaine!! Ryaine!!" my head turning to the living room wher eI could clearly see my roommate standing, or atleast attempting to, on the couch in three or four inch heels- sorry, fuck-me-pumps, as a dear friend of mine would put it. "Ryaine!!" she shrieked her skirt almost exsposing more than it already was as her large, billowing sleeves waved around with her arms.

"What?" I sighed watching her waver on her heels in the soft cushioned seats of the couch we owned. Her black hair was in her face in a messy manor in which I'd never seen it before. It was rather entertaining to watch the rail thin women sway as if she were in the wind of the busteling streets just below us.

"There is a spider!!" she screamed, mangaing to claw her perfect mancued nails into the ceiling and stabalise her self. "Come kill it!!" she demanded flipping her hair out of her face to glare at me with bright blue eyes outliner with large black make-up and huge black lashes, her lips pianted a bright red against her pale skin.

"You've got the heels, step on it." I hissed, for once not caring about the well being of the poor little arachnid just trying to survive in our huge world. Normaly I would have set it free outside our window or something but today my mind was on more of the news paper that lay on the kitchen table before me.

"Ew!" she hissed at me. "Are you kidding me? These are designer shoes! I don't want that on them!" she snapped at me, still glaring at me. Sighing I stood up as the wooden chair scraped against the poorly tiled floor. "that's just disgusting!" she hissed as I bent down near the small black spider that would and could do no harm to her. slidding my hand infront of it slowlyit back tracked across theglass coffee table. Pushing my other hand infront of it, it ran back onto my other hand.

Standing I laughed as I turned my hand over for it so it wouldn't fall. Even spiders' are subject to Newton's Laws.

"Your a freak." My roommante snapped as I wandered through the apartment back to the kitchen to the window that over looked the alleyway just 25 floors down. "I hope you know that Ryaine." Nodding as I let the little guy ran free out onto the small ledge I closed the window so it couldn't get back inside. "What are you reading?"

Facing her I looked at her holding my newspaper staring at it as if it were something as foriegn to her as traditional Indian food from India.

"It's this magical thing called the newspaper, it tells you whats going on in the world around you as well as what's happening in the city and state. Like not to long ago like...two weeks and not a day," I stated as she opened her mouth to ask the amouth of time. "a large earthquake hit china and thousands of people are dead, and more are missing an injured and just so you know there buildings are desigen to take earthquakes, not of that magnitued- granted- but that's not the point. And here in Chicago, like no way it's not over 60 degrees so you should probably be wearing pants or atleast a longer shirt and not a see through shirt." I muttered snatching the paper out of her hands and sitting back down. "No go look for Ken please and leave me to my paper." I mummbled to myself as she snorted and stormed out of the kitchen to her room possibly.

Licking my lips I tipped my head back looking at the ceiling.

"Dear god, why? Why did you have to let me get here for a roommate? I would've taken the satanic psyco that sacrfices things over this." I whispered before looking back at my paper. Sure It would've been creepy to come home to that at night but it's better than what I come home to now by only a little bit, but that's still better.

"I'm going out." glancing up at her I sighed at the fact that she only had her purse on her shoulder. "Like this, your not my mother don't tell me how to dress." She snapped.

"Emily, it's 46 degrees outside, and the city has up drafts that'll-" the door slammed roughly shaking the walls and rattling the pictures she allowed up on the walls. Shaking my head I laughed softly. She'd freak when she got out there and she froze half to death, while the city updraft destroyed her perfect hair and blew her skirt up for all the pervs out there.

Flipping the page I looked at the Classifieds for anything that sounded interesting to buy or atleast go look at that I'm pretending I might buy, just to do something.

"I need friends." I sighed closing the paper and standing up. Tossing the paper into the recycle bin that rested next to the trashcan I sighed heading into the living room looking around at the items placed in it. The only thing that was mine were the images hanging on the wall. The Leather couch, the glass table with twisting black legs and base, the large plasma TV resting on the black wood entertainment center. "I need to get a life, that I have control over." I sighed heading into my room, my old 70's style couch resting against one wall with blankets, pillows, cloths and a guitar on it, a bed only a foot from it with a nightstand between them, a lamp ontop of it. Across from the bed was waist high bookself over stocked with books, some even on the floor, A small TV resting ontop of the bookself with DVD's stacked around and ontop of it. The walls were covered and littered with pictures of bands and ones I've drawn and pianted. Sitting on my bed I looked around my room and smiled at the comfertable, home-syled feeling. "Home sweet home." I whispered placing my cell phone on the right stand between the bed and the closet that was open and overstocked with cloths and random items I'd crammed in there.

Rolling over I grabbed the guitar off the bed and began to play it lightly. Pausing I grabbed the remote and turned the T.V. to a midless episode of CSI before going back to playing as I watched the episode while my fingers flew over the frets and strummed the cords as the sound echoed out of thehollow body of the acoustic guitar.

"RYAINE!!" There was a slight pause from the high pitched voice as my eyes darted to my alarm clock.

"what a waist of four hours." I sighed still playing my guitar as I focused back on the T.V. to watch another episode of CSI. It was rather interesting to watch. I couldn't help it.

"RYAINE!!" Stopping I set my guitar down and stood up heading out into the living room. Emily stood there with a case of beer in one hand and a large bottle of vodka in the other. "I'm having a party, jsut thought you should know." She smiled as people seemed to come in and out withalcohol and placed it in the kitchen.

"No." I stated as she turned around to head into the kitchen. "This is as much my place as yours, and I would like to actually sleep tonight." I hissed at her people stopped to look at me. Well... it is a rare sight to see a five-eleven women with red hair glaring and snapping at another girl who only barely rivaled the others hight because of high heels. "You've had parties almost constatly and the nights you don't youhave sex with countless men and moan like your filming porn, which I'm sure you are, but not tonight. Go to your stupid sex buddies house and the rest of you," I stated pointing at the door. "Grab your alcohol andget the fuck out of my place." emily flutttered her large lashes at me glaring, amazed I'd talked back. I'm more of a pacafist than anything, but not to night, if I have to I'll throw fists and break her little neck to shut her up. "If you don't remember, I pay half the rent and the landlord likes me best so he won't care if I throw you andall your ugly crap out." I snapped pointing watching as her little friends hurried out. "So you'll shut up and be quite tonight."


"Fine no party but, he's staying." she pointed to a blondeman by the door staring with wide brown eyes. "and I don't care if you don't likesex noises,virgin."turning around I headed back to my room andbegan to dig through the drawr of my night stands.


"Found yah." I smiled at the large roll of gleeming silver.Heading back out I pulleda piece of it off with that loud, trademark ripping noise. Emily spun to me with wide eyes. "I will tape you toa kitchen chair again for twoor more days. Don't make." I hissed watching her blink startled.

"Fine!" she groaned throwing her arms down and stomping like a little five year-old having a tantrum. "Go home Trent I'll be by later." she huffed, the blonde nodded and bolted from the house. Sighing I pulled more off. "Fine! I'm going now!!" she yelled running out as well slamming the door as well calling after her newest boy toy.


This was nothing new, it happens every... threeor so weeks but only for one night, and one nigght only.