Page 111 of Inevitable Destruction

DOMINIK

“Snuff”—Slipknot

“Time for you to go.Fun’s over,” Marcus says as he drops his phone onto the kitchen table. I’m still on the couch, in the same spot I’ve been in for days, lying in my own piss, among varying other liquids congealing together.

He walks in, his body shadowed by the light behind him. He stares down at me, his eyes flicking down my body and back up before he reaches down and yanks me up. My shirt makes a ripping sound as it’s peeled from the material of the couch.

The moment my ass makes contact with the couch, I scream, toppling back over. Marcus fists my shirt and yanks me up until I’m standing—but barely. My legs are unable to hold my weight, shaking uncontrollably as pain wraps around every nerve ending in my body.

My keys are shoved into my hand, and I clasp my fingers around them like a lifeline as I’m dragged to the door. He whips it open and shoves me outside, like a bag of garbage. “Don’t come back here, Dominik.” The door slams, and I’m left trembling on the decrepit porch, feeling like the worthless waste of space I am.

Even the heroin running through my veins doesn’t do its job of making me completely numb.

It seems nothing’s capable of that anymore.

I take every step slowly—pitifully—my body unwilling to leave the last sanctuary I had. Marcus may have ruined my body, but at least he wanted me—for a little while that is.

But now, I’m being tossed to the side again. Never kept, lesser than the filth and decay of this place.

The more my body moves, the faster my heart works to keep up with me after so long of being stationary. I’m hit with bouts of dizziness, the street, my car flickering in and out. I press my palm to the hood, feeling rain beneath my fingertips. I use it to guide me to the door.

The moment my ass lands on the seat, two things happen. I bellow, the deafening sound ricocheting off the roof, and my ass pulses, warmth gushing from between my legs. My head hangs between my shoulders, and my eyes lock on my stained sweatpants. It’s hard to tell what’s new and what’s old, the discoloration blending together in a sick portrait of my agony.

My car rumbles beneath me as I move on autopilot. I pull away from the curb and drive.

I drive and drive until the car rolls to a stop at the same time my body gives out on me.

Finally giving me the nothing I’ve been craving for so long.

The nothing I didn’t think I deserved—but maybe that’s the point of being a harbinger of destruction: once the chaos of your destiny is complete, you get to fade into the night one final time.

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