| Joanne |
I sprint down the back garden like a robber fleeing the scene. Out of the street and down past the school onto the dual carriageway to the footbridge that leads back into town. |
| Phone rings Jo sends it to voicemail |
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| Joanne |
I leg it back in, in half the time. Like a marathon runner. Hurricanes getting worse now Fighting through the wind and rain that Wales always seems to have until my lungs can barely inflate any more. Down past St Woolos and The Spar and along the hill that leads into town. I get onto High Street and the songs of the drunk echo throughout the buildings as they keep the tents awake. We like to drink with Jordan Cos Jordan is our mate We like to drink with Jordan Cos he downs it all in eight Seven Six Five Four Three Two One Wheyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I slip past a crowd of merry drunks going past Boots, Practically wearing next to nothing, the lot of them and I stumble across some lad with a group of his friends cock out swaying over my tent just pissing all over it I storm over That's my tent mate My stuff The fuck like The gang start surrounding me Chanting Laughing as they do Like a pack of hyenas Telling me chill out love It's only a joke As they proceed to throwing lager all over me because according to them I smell Get the fuck off my tent you dickhead I scream at him What are you doing?! I try to walk through the crowd to the arsehole who's started jumping on my tent but my legs won't let me and neither will they Like a gang of bouncers forming a wall around my tent. One of the gang says Is it really your tent love? Eat shit I yell The ginger haired one laughs and says It ain't no use anymore. Couldn't even put a dog in there. I try to barge through but a hand grabs my arm and throws me back. One of them rips my JD bag from off my shoulders Give that back now I tells 'em But they laugh some more Videoing me as they do So, What do we have in here? says the ginger haired one I'm like none of your fucking business mate He laughs some more Says temper temper now As he loosens the bag I lunge through kicking and clawing at anything and anyone Desperate screaming STOP Just give me the coke bottle, That's all. Please He yells Get off me you cunt And then - My lip goes all numb I hit the floor Pain and shock surge through my body I hear the foot steps of them running away Echos of their voices in the distance - What the hell was that for You idiot Run. C'mon run. I look down and see blood streaming through the puddles on the floor I feel my lip and see blood on my fingers |
| Beat |