All Blacked Out And No Where To Go

I'm working on a story, been working on it for a while now, just wrote a couple pages more on it. It's about a house (as all my stories are) where addicts live. Its about trying to overcome addictions in a form reserved for those desperate but not wanting 12 steps. It's about love and friendship, the hardships that come along with those and most of all it's about honesty. Honesty is everything.

Here is part of the part I recently wrote.

I made my way home eventually and the music was over. It was sometime in the morning. Early, just after the sun rose. Margot was in the kitchen, tears swollen and trying to find recollections of something human within her.
“Hey”
I said. She looked at me and continued smoking.
“I need to go to church”
she said.
“Church?”
“Yeah, only God can forgive me now.”
I paused for a moment.
“You don’t sing”
She had tears in her eyes and there was ice cream on her shirt.
“What?”
“All I’m saying is that they sing a lot and you don’t sing well, it would be a pain to hear you singing all those hymns.”
“What?”
“I used to go to church, ten years ago, now all I can do is wish I never knew those songs. I can listen from a distance but that’s all over now”
She started laughing
“You’re nuts”
“I’m telling the truth. Swear to God.”
“ I should not go to church because I can’t sing”
“Yeah.”
“What about faith?”
“Do you have faith in yourself?”
“ I don’t know”
“Neither do I”
“We can try, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be your savior if you will be mine.”
She glanced up at me. It was the honesty that killed me.
“Yeah. Only Margot can save me now.”
She smiled