Mysterious Skin Page #6

The f*** you staring at, Preston?

Brian says that you both were

in Little League together.

Mm-hmm.

So how long has it been since

you two last saw each other?

Well, you must have a lot

of catching up to do.

Turn right off Main

by the fairgrounds.

So what the f*** happened?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you later.

Just drive for now.

It's nice to see New York hasn't

hardened you one bit, McCormick.

So you're the legendary Brian.

We have a lot in

common, don't we?

I think so.

Make a left at the

next stop sign.

Is this starting

to look familiar?

Pick us up in a half hour.

Okay.

You ready?

Blue.

No one's home.

Let's go around back.

We have to get in.

I know a way, here.

Voila.

You were the best player

on the team, weren't you?

That's what he

always told me.

Help.

This was his bedroom.

At least the ceiling's

still the same.

I used to get lost for hours

staring at all the patterns.

Whirls, speckly,

sparkly things.

Come on.

Oh, man.

What's up with these people?

He used to keep

these things stocked.

This is it, right?

So, why now?

Why did you search me out?

I'm tired of it.

I want to dream about

something else for a change.

"Away in a Manger."

It took till I actually laid

eyes on you today to remember you.

When Eric wrote me about you,

I could only get the vaguest,

hazy picture in my head.

Like a staticky TV.

Same here.

But seeing you here

in this room...

I feel like he's

watching us right now.

I have no idea what

happened to him.

After that summer,

he just disappeared.

I don't even know if

he's alive or what.

Maybe it's his ghost

that's watching us.

Tell me everything you can.

Well, I was his favorite.

Out of everyone,

he picked me.

I know that sounds

kind of weird, but,

when it first

started happening...

I felt honored.

Go on.

I don't know, this is

where the big TV was,

all the cool video games.

That's the kitchen.

The first time,

it happened there.

It lasted that whole summer.

Just me and him.

I saw him one other time.

On Halloween, a

couple years later.

I was lost.

He said my name.

Brian?

Brian?

I thought that was you.

The game had just started.

I was sitting on

the bench as always.

It started to rain...

Sprinkles at first,

then a downpour.

The ump called the game.

And no one came

to pick you up.

My Mom was working

and my Dad, who knows?

Everyone else drove

off with their parents.

I was left there all alone.

Then you were in the dugout

with me and you said...

We'll take you home.

And we got in Coach's

station wagon, remember?

He brought us here.

It's all right, Brian.

We're just going to have

a little bit of fun.

And he didn't want you in the

bedroom because that was just for us.

So it all happened

here, in this room.

Keep going.

Don't stop until you've

told me everything.

Anytime there was

another boy involved,

it was always the same.

Coach used me as a

prop to pull you in.

He'd take off my clothes

and it was up to me...

to make it seem like fun, like this

is a really cool game we were playing.

Go ahead, show him, Neil.

All right, here

are the rules.

First I kiss you,

then you kiss me back,

then it's his turn.

Are you ready?

Here we go.

My God!

You want me to stop?

So I put my tongue

in your mouth,

getting it all wet and shiny.

Then it was his turn.

Watching his big lips

sucking your face,

I remember thinking, "oh, he's

going to swallow his head whole".

So we took off your clothes

and you made this...

whimpering puppy sound

that Coach always loved.

Coach and me had this thing

where he would open up his mouth,

and wrap it around my dick and balls

and everything all at once.

He did that to me.

Then I tried to do it to you

but couldn't because...

my mouth was too small.

Then...

he went down on you.

For what seemed like

a really long time.

Your eyes were closed mostly,

but every now and then...

they would flutter open, and just

had this glassy, faraway look.

And then I leaned

in and whispered.

It's fun, right?

Tell him you think it's fun.

We're almost finished.

You're gonna be able?

Yeah.

Then we played

the 5 dollar game.

When Coach would ask me to

do things, crazy sex things.

And if I could do them,

he'd give me a 5 dollar bill.

It's okay.

Go ahead, Neil.

He made us fist him.

Do you know what that is?

I went first, of course.

And on that night, the 5 dollars

was mine if I could ram...

my little fist up his ass and

wring it all the way to the elbow.

And goddamn it, I did it.

I'll never forget

how it felt.

It felt like his whole body

was trying to suck me into it.

Devour me.

And then I did it too.

And then we drove you back to

Little River and left you in your driveway.

The End.

And my nose was bleeding.

How did that happen?

When it was over and we

were getting you dressed,

your face looked like

you'd been erased.

Like you were

just empty inside.

And you just fell.

Face first on the floor.

Bam.

And when we pulled you up,

your nose was bleeding.

Like this?

Like this?!

Shh. Stop. Stop. Stop.

What are you doing?

No one's even home.

No, someone's there.

I can see them.

Look, I see them, too.

What's going on?

I think that

someone's in there.

And as we sat there

listening to the carolers,

I wanted to tell Brian it was over

now and everything would be okay.

But that was a lie, plus,

I couldn't speak anyway.

I wish there was some way for

us to go back and undo the past.

But there wasn't.

There was nothing

we could do.

So I just stayed silent and trying

to telepathically communicate...

how sorry I was

about what had happened.

And I thought of all

the grief and sadness...

and f***ed up suffering in the

world...

and it made me

want to escape.

I wished with all my heart

that we could just...

leave this world behind.

Rise like two angels in

the night and magically...

disappear.

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