Such is life

Is it really just another ordinary Monday morning in Dom’s life?

Disclaimer: All made up!

Author’s notes: Special greetings to monaboyd69 for the kind reviews she keeps writing me and to my one and only Tarlwen who is the only person in this world except myself who knows what will happen in chap14… *evilgrin* As always feedback would be great! Tell me what you think of it!

13. The end or a new beginning:

It was a normal Monday morning: Monica woke Dom up at 6:30, but as always he stayed in bed a little longer than necessary. After 13 minutes of restless rolling around in the bed Dom heard that Samantha left the bathroom. It was time to get up, but Dom wasn’t really ready to already leave the warmth of his bed, clinging a little longer to the half dreaming state he was in. From somewhere far away Dom heard steps coming up the stairs.

“Dom? You’re awake? It’s 6:44,” Monica said, not leaving the room before Dom grumbled an answer.

One more minute, Dom decided and turned around one last time. Ok, two minutes… Three? No. Now he really had to get up. Dom lifted the blanket and put his naked feet to the cold wooden floor, walking the few steps to his closet and took a fresh pair of jeans, some underwear and his favourite shirt from it. He grabbed his clothes and his school bag and left the room he shared with Elijah, closing the door quietly behind him as not to wake Michael who was sleeping in the room next to Dom’s.

Yawning, Dom jogged down the stairs and put his bag to the ground before he entered the bathroom. He rid himself of his T-shirt and boxers, showered, brushed his teeth, decided that he didn’t have to shave (A/N: Fuck…I just typed dress… That’s my one way mind again. If I was to decide Dom really wouldn’t have to dress!) cause there was just the right amount of stubble on his chin and dressed. With a last look into the mirror to check if his hair was alright, Dom left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen. He looked at the clock on the wall and didn’t bother to sit down as it was already 7:11 and he had to leave in 4 minutes.

Dom took his money, mobile, leather wristband and keys from the table and as every morning he shook his head as his mother asked him if he wanted to eat anything before school. She looked worried, having noticed Dom’s loss of weight, too, and so as to please her Dom accepted the sandwiches she had prepared for him, knowing that he probably wouldn’t eat them anyway.

He followed Sam out of the room, put his shoes on and took his jacket. Monica closed the door behind them after grinning like every morning and wishing them that they would survive another day at school. Flashing her a matching grin, Dom unlocked his car and sat down on the driver’s seat. His car was dark blue, but sometimes in summer when the sun was shining brightly, it looked more violet.

Dom put on the radio. He barely listened to it, because he couldn’t stand the music playing in it. It sounded all the same to him. Instead Dom listened to cassettes. He had various mix tapes in his car to which he listened while driving. That way he didn’t have to talk so much. Dom was really no morning person. Instead of going to school he would’ve preferred to stay in bed a little longer.

At 7:31 Dom parked his car behind the school. His car looked so small next to Liv’s white one, but who cared?

Inside of the school Dom let himself sink down on a wooden bench. Orli’s and Liv’s bags were on the floor next to the bench. They were out for a smoke what meant Orli was smoking and Live would be string up at his face in silent admiration. He didn’t bother to go out and join them. They wouldn’t really talk to him anyway. Just as most of the other students they ignored him. It was as if they could smell that Dom was different, that he couldn’t stand listening to their little hopes and problems. They seemed so small, so unimportant compared to Dom’s life.

Dom felt tired. He had felt like that for years now and there was only one cure for the disease…

In the meantime Orli and Liv had come back and sat down next to Dom, apparently not really noticing him as they started happily chatting with the other students without even saying hallo to him.

The bell that announced the beginning of the first lesson rang. Dom stood up and walked up the stairs to his classroom, a breathless Liv appearing next to him as he reached out to open the door.

“I hope he doesn’t torture us with that theoretic stuff again,” she sighed, meaning Professor Mortensen.

Dom shrugged his shoulders, not really caring and sat down on his place in the front row.

“Morning!” Mortensen greeted all eleven students as he, too, entered the classroom. “Today I have prepared something really great,” he said and unrolled the poster he was carrying under his arm. The students moaned, knowing what he was up to. “Yes,” Mortensen grinned. “Today we’ll analyse some modern art…” He looked around in the class, searching for a victim. “Who can tell me something about this painting?”

Dom stared down at his desk. Instead of waving he took a piece of paper and a pen and started to draw little comic figures that looked distinctively like Mortensen. Mortensen burning, Mortensen breaking his neck and Dom’s favourite: Mortensen with a riffle pointing at his head. Before Paris Dom had been one of Mortensen’s best students, but now he always sat silently on his chair, knowing that Mortensen would accept his behaviour. Dom would get his good marks. Mortensen wouldn’t dare to act differently after what had happened.

At 9:15 they had a break. Dom sat next to Liv and Orli on a bench and stared at his half-eaten sandwich. Cream cheese and salami, his favourite, but today it tasted like ash in Dom’s mouth. Somewhere a bit farther away he could see Sam with her friends and he waved at her. Unfortunately Cate, a girl that had been in Dom’s class last year, saw it and thought he had meant her. Dom didn’t like her, but obviously she liked Dom, because she waved back and started to walk towards him, a dumb grin on her face.

“Hi, Dominic!”

Dom sighed. “Hi.”

Cate sat down next to Dom, not noticing the grimace on his face. “I’ll write a geography exam after the break,” Cate babbled, chewing on her gum like a cow. “I’m so nervous!” She giggled.

Dom tried not to listen and concentrated what Liv and Orli were doing.

Swish!
Dom shuddered. There it was again. Sswish! Liv kept stroking Orli’s back rhythmically and Dom flinched again. The sound of polyester sliding against polyester was driving him mad!

Ssswish!

Dom couldn’t shut out the noise and so he took his Discman out off his bag, not even noticing the hurt look on Cate’s face as he replaced the noise with the music.

//~So pay me money and take a shot, lead fill the hole in me…'/ (A/N: Radiohead, Bullet-proof…wish I was)

The bell rang and Dom took off the headphones, realizing that Cate had left. “God, I hate that girl!” he sighed aloud, shaking his head.

“Then just maybe you should tell her that you take it up the arse,” Orli suggested with a grin and started to walk to the school building.

“Wanker…” Dom muttered.

~*~

At 11:05 Dom had 55 minutes free-time and so he walked to the city to do some shopping. Dom chose himself some new sneakers, a black button-down shirt with red pinstripes, a black eyeliner, black nail polish, some red candles and a pair of faded blue jeans, because his other jeans wouldn’t fit anymore, sliding down his narrow waist. He had nearly lost 20 pounds, Dom had checked in the morning. Billy calling Dom looking dramatic had been right, but there was more to that. Dom looked tired as if he hadn’t slept for days, emaciated.

As he had still 30 minutes time, Dom decided to go to a café. He sat down at a small table and ordered hot chocolate and cheese cake, the elderly waitress bringing him an extra-big piece and adding cream to his hot chocolate, because he looked like he needed it as she said.

~*~

Sometimes Dom thought he was friends with Disney-figures. Like every day before they parted Orli whispered “Come what may” into Liv’s ear. Dom knew it was all his fault, because he was the one who had made them watch “Moulin Rouge”. And of course he had bought the soundtrack and given them access to all the love songs in the movie. The first time they had watched it, Orli and Liv suddenly had decided to sing along with all the characters in the movie. But the worst was that they really meant it.

Dom snorted. Only Disney-figures rose their voices to heaven in a love song and really meant each and every word. No real person would sing a love song in an everyday situation, right? But maybe it was again just the bitterness in Dom’s heart that made him think like that. Although being a hopeless romantic at heart he had never felt those great feelings people sang about.


~*~

Dom was at home at 14:33. As expected he found the house empty. Michael was at work, his mother and siblings visiting some friends. Nobody would be back before late in the evening. Just as he had planned it would be.

Dom walked up the steps and unpacked the things he had bought on his bed. Then he pulled an unopened bottle of vanilla vodka from his bag. For some seconds Dom stared into the yellowy white liquid before breaking the seal. Dom swallowed the vodka eagerly and then put the bottle to the ground.

After walking around a bit in the small room Dom put on his favourite CD and lit the candles. Then he took the vodka, the eyeliner and the nail polish and went to the bathroom. Cheers!” Dom greeted his face in the mirror with the vodka bottle and then drank some more of it. Dom started painting his nails black. And drank more of the vodka. Then he framed his eyes with black eyeliner, increasing the effect that the loss of weight had on him. Dom looked like a walking shadow of himself.

Dom hadn’t eaten much so the alcohol went straight to his brain and so he was tumbling a little when he walked back to his room. He sat down on his bed and took two pieces of paper and started to write two letters. One to his parents and one to Billy.

Maybe this Monday was not so ordinary after all, because Dom had decided to set an end to his life on this day.

Dom put the letters in two separate envelopes and placed them carefully on his pillow. Slowly Dom shook the vodka bottle in his hands. It was less than half full. He drank some more of it.

Taking his time, Dom started to undress himself. He let his free hand glide under his shirt. Tenderly Dom caressed his stomach and then his nipples till they were hard. For the first time he wasn’t holding back the moans as he was alone, nobody could hear him.

“Jesus…”

Dom took another mouthful of the bottle before putting it to the ground. His hands reached out to unbutton his shirt and jeans which he shoved off his legs. Dom drew circular patterns over the sensitive area under his navel. That was one thing Dom regretted in his life: to never have asked any of his lovers to tease that area with his lips and tongue till Dom came. And he was sure he would’ve come. Even the soft touch of his own fingers was enough to let a purr rise from his throat.

As Dom’s left hand continued playing with his hard nipples, his right hand travelled southwards and closed around his rock hard cock still wrapped in Dom’s boxers. Dom drew breath in sharply as he stroked his cock to full hardness through the cloth. He wanted to do this properly, his last wank on earth and so he drew his hand back and freed himself from his boxers. Dom wanted this to last and so he ignored his cock and caressed his nipples and stomach instead, his other hand softly kneading his ass.

“Mmmmh…”

Dom moaned as one finger circled his entrance. With a sigh he brought his fingers to his mouth and started to suck on them. For a few moments he just enjoyed the warm wetness of his mouth around his fingers before shifting a little and then moved them back to his ass. Dom had always liked the feeling of being invaded, of being filled. It mad the emptiness feel less bad.

He hissed softly when two fingers entered his body, aiming directly for his prostate. Groaning deeply his hips started rocking and finally Dom’s free hand flew to his cock and his over-stimulated body practically screamed for release. Forgotten were all the thoughts about a good, slow wank as Dom’s slender fingers started to pump his cock in the rhythm of his fingers thrusting inside of him, Dom’s body shivering in response as shockwaves of pleasure ran through him.

“Yes…yeah…mmh…oh YES!!!!”

Dom’s voice hitched when he came with a hoarse cry, shooting his seed into his hand. Panting Dom withdrew his fingers from his body, bringing the other hand to his mouth, licking it clean. He had always done it, the thing with his hand. It seemed so wonderfully decadent, so unlike what anybody would expect from Dom.

Dom lay a little longer on his bed, cherishing the adrenaline running through his veins. Then he sat up and cleaned himself with the shirt he had worn earlier the day. He wouldn’t need it anymore anyway.

With shaking hands Dom reached for the vodka bottle and exed it. He had promised himself not to chicken out. Dom didn’t fear death, it couldn’t be worse than life. He only feared what would come tomorrow, couldn’t stand the thought of living another day in the grey misery of his life. Finally Dom dressed himself in his new clothes and suddenly he felt calm, nearly too calm. There was nothing in this world that held him here, was there? Clear thinking started to be difficult considering the amount of alcohol in Dom’s blood.

Thoughtfully Dom weighed the dagger he had found in the kitchen in his hands. Michael was a hunter, it was easy to find such things in their household. Dom could’ve shot himself just as easily, but he didn’t like the thought of dying with a bullet in his brain. //Just stop thinking this one last time already…//

Dom’s gaze was hard and empty as he drew the blade lengthwise his left wrist once…twice and let the dagger fall to the ground before sinking back into his pillows. Somewhere far away the phone rang, but Dom couldn’t really hear it. The sound of the blood dribbling out of his body was simply too loud in his ears. Dom felt no pain, only a growing dizziness.

//So that has been my life…// he thought as the world around him faded, lost its colors.

“Such is life…” Dom whispered into the darkness echoing around him before he passed out.


TO BE CONTINUED