My headâ€™s throbbing. I donâ€™t why. But it is. It hurts like a bitch. How that makes sense is beyond me, I wonâ€™t even try to make sense of it. It will just add more weight to the pulsing thatâ€™s going on in my cranium. Haha, cranium. I like to use big words. Why settle for a four or five letter word when thereâ€™s clearly a bigger and better alternative.
I canâ€™t really remember much about last night except perhaps her face. She was pretty. They always are. We had an argument, but it was resolved the only way we know how.
A silence passed between us for what may have been forever.
â€œSo youâ€™re serious about this, thereâ€™s no turning back?â€ asked she.
There was a pause.
I didnâ€™t want to think about it. Not now. Not until the euphoric feeling had gone away. For good.
I looked into her eyes. Those pearly whites that had brought us to where we were. The ones that Iâ€™d fallen into at first glance. The orbs stared back at me. Expectant.
â€œThis is it.â€ I said at last. My voice barely a whisper. I did not want to accept the stark reality that gazed back at me.
More silence, then a kiss. It was all I could do to keep my lips trembling. I suspect that the motives behind her reciprocation were not to different from mine.
I stagger to the sink. I think wiping my face will ease the pain. A new pain engulfs, no, quivers steadily through my being. I canâ€™t explain it. I donâ€™t know where this one came from. I highly doubt water is going to do anything for me. Wash away the pain? Thatâ€™s a laugh. I dare not, lest the pain explodes into levels unknown. Unwanted.
I stagger to the bathroom. I turn the tap and cup my hands so I can bring the water to my face.
Then I see it. Blood. My hands are bloodied, but whether its mine, I can not tell. Thereâ€™s aches and bruises, and it would be a little comforting to take solace in knowing that I did not inflict any harm on anyone. But fuck that. Thereâ€™s no way to justify this.
I have blood on my hands. And I donâ€™t know whether its mine.
Thereâ€™s a knock on the door. Impatient. A sense of urgency behind the weight.
As I left my gaze from my bloodied hands, A sight hits me with the force of a 5 tonne punch to the gut. I see a reflection in the mirror.
Thereâ€™s more blood on the wall above my tubâ€¦ and a body.