Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

our every word online now? Where do you think this came from? You
have the intelligence, I’ll never doubt that, but your apathy keeps you
from doing much of anything. We’re all supposed to be fucking family,
man? What is this? Maybe someone else will actualize what we had the
vision to at least dream of. But not us. Everyone sees everyone else
pulling away and falling apart, and we’re all too fucking timid to so
much as acknowledge it, let alone try to fix it. Maybe we can write if off
as a process of growing older. ‘It happens to everyone.’ Don’t you think
that it is our own actions that result in our future? Or do you think we can
sit around and just wait for our ‘promised land’ to come? And this is how
it ends…” Alexi said.
“Whatever,” Ken said again, walking away. “I need to go home. I’ll
catch you all around.”
Samantha walked over to Alexi’s side, sitting awkwardly on the end
of the sofa.
“Yes?” he asked.
“I’m going out to the field, to watch the stars, maybe sleep,” she said.
Then, almost as an afterthought, she added, “I think Jay’s coming along.”
“Oh, you think?”
“You can come along,” she added after a moment.
“What an honor. I can tell by your eyes that you don’t want me to.”
“My eyes?”
“Tell me one thing, alright? What are your intentions? If you would
just bring this out in the open…”
She looked at him for a second, thinking. Then she bent over, her
mouth an inch from his ear. “I don’t know, maybe. Maybe you’re right. I
don’t know.”
His eyes rolled back, almost into his head. “Get out of here then.” She
hesitated. “Go!” he screamed.
An hour after Jay and Samantha had left, no one could find Alexi.
Don headed up the stairs, to go to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, Alexi stared at himself in the mirror. Minutes
passed slowly, but all that changed was the dilation of his pupils. This
was his worst nightmare. What was more distressing was the peculiar
familiarity of it. How many times would this story repeat itself? Shat-
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