Language

The smell of beer was almost sickening, no matter where you went it followed, but no one knew where it was coming from. It was a mess, pieces of fabric all around the place, for some reason there was a piece of carton hanging from the fan. But the thing that could not be ignored was the huge statue in the middle of the living room. 

A big head with three faces, no matter where you were its eyes followed you. 

“That’s pretty sick.” Aguy barked.

“I guess so.” I answered as I turned to look at the guy.

He was a tall slim blond guy. I’ve never seen him before. I wonder how he came here, however I also don’t know how I ended up here.

“You did it?” the guy pointed at the sculpture.

“No I didn’t” I laughed “There’s no way in hell I could ever do that.”

“Hey language” he scolded me.

“What?”

“Don’t swear, there’s consequences y’know.”

This guy didn’t look religious at all. How could someone with a tattoo sleeve and a leather jacket say something like that. I just laughed. 

“I’m serious.” He exclaimed.

“Really?”

“Yes. You don’t know about the high power. So better be careful, and behave well.”

“All right, if you say so”

“I’m Marty by the way”

“Hi Marty, I’m Lucas”

“Nice to meet you. So tell me, how did you end up here?” Marty sat down on the couch in front of one of the faces. When you looked at that face it felt as if the whole world had just burned right in front of your eyes. 

“I don’t really know...” I tried to remember “Last thing I remember is being at home. Actually I don’t even know where the hell I am”

Marty looked at me with deadly eyes to let me know about my mistake. 

“Oh sorry.” I said as I looked down. 

“Well, that makes two of us, but how sick is this, I really wonder what happened here.”

“Same”

“Hey, have you seen anybody else, or are we the last ones”

“Saw a couple people upstairs” I answered as I pointed to one of the doors on the second floor.

Marty looked up as if he was planning something. He got up and went upstairs. I don’t know why but I decided to follow him. 

The stairs soo became a large hall with doors at the sides. Marty entered the door I had pointed out. Inside it was completely dark except for some light that managed to enter through the curtains. Inside there was a guy sleeping on the bed and by his side a girl sleeping on a couch. The doors from the closet were completely opened and the clothes inside were a complete mess. 

“Oi, you still alive?” Yelled Marty.

The girl on the couch opened your eyes and closed them immediately. 

“Shit, where am I? What happened?”

“Hey, language!” barked Marty. 

“Shut the fuck up and turn off the lights.”

“Language!” this time Marty really yelled.

“What the hell is going on?” The guy from the bed was finally awake.

“You too, language” Marty pointed at him.

“You’re still drunk right?” The guy stood up. He was taller than I had imagined, and muscular. One punch from that guy and I’m sure I’d be done for. 

“I’m completely sober unlike you” Marty pointed at the guy as if daring him. 

“Look, I’ve got no intention of being here anyway” The guy looked around “Also, now that I think about it, where are we?”

“We were actually trying to figure that out.” I told him.

“Why won’t you shut up” the girl from the couch changed positions trying to get some more sleep “Just check your phones you idiots.”

“I tried that, cuz for your information, I’m no idiot, in fact, you are.”

“Yeah whatever. Like I care”

I looked at my phone, Marty was right, there was no signal. I looked up and realized that there was no point in staying there “Anyway I’m leaving, nice meeting you guys, good luck” I turned away and walked to the door until someone took my hand. It was Marty

He looked at me with madness in his eyes “Where you think you’re goin’?”

“Home.” I answered as I got free from his grip.

“Oh! All right then” he let me go and then he turned to look at the other guy. 

I didn’t really understand what had just happened. But I didn’t even know what the hell was going on. I hurried down the stairs and looked one last time at the sculpture. I rounded it. Three faces, joy, sadness and fear. I wonder what it means, although I’m more curious about how they got it inside. 

The kitchen was a mess, the smell from the beer mixed with that one of smoke. I hope no one got burned here. I grabbed a muffin that I found on the counter. I knew nothing about this house, but it seemed that no one really mattered about what had happened here. I was about to leave the house but decided to look one last time back at it. I wonder what kind of wild party took place here. 

Outside the air was fresh, the sun was up and all the light made it hard to see for me. Once my eyes got used to it I could clearly see the two stories house in front of me, it was truly amazing, big and with several windows and painted in white. I still had no idea of where I was but I was damn sure that it must be some nice place. I started walking down the street. until I read a sign. “Heaven st.”. It was a really damn funny name for a street. 

“Hey, you there. Is everything ok?” A voice called me, it was a man.

“Yes, but do you know where it is here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Where are we?”

“Are you for real?”

“Yes.” Geez, doesn’t he speak english I thought.

The man approached me “Oh son, you’re dead” He placed his hand over his shoulder. His face was completely expressionless, as if he did that on a daily basis.

“What do you mean?” I was perplexed “I’m just coming out of a party, there were other people with me, I was right there” I pointed to the house. But the house was not white anymore, It was covered in a grey-ish tone, part of the second floor was missing and the windows were broken.

Suddenly I remember, the party, the booze, the head, we all help to make it, for no reason, and then... the fire, the explosion. It all came so fast. I started crying. I couldn’t stop thinking about my parents, my friends, were they with me? Were they at the house? I didn’t remember, I could see in my memories was the fire. 

“For fuck’s sake”

“Hey, language, not swearing here, you don’t wanna make anyone mad” The man said with a familiar voice, yet different from the one before.

I looked up. It was Marty, I don’t know how he got here. But I don’t want to know anything anymore.

“It’s ok, you’ll get through. They all do.” He said as he patted my head.