The clock is flashing 2 A.M. Everything feels...numb. I can feel my head throb, but it doesn't hurt it just pulsates in a slow melodic rhythm. I flexed my hands staring at them...so close to me yet it seemed as though I was looking at them backwards through a pair of binoculars. Soon I noticed flecks of red on my hands and then the pain rushed in and I was flooded with flashes of color and fast-paced images running past my eyes. None of these pictures made any sense and the accompanying screams only further muddied my fractured psyche. I need coffee or basically anything to try and clear my head but when I went to stand up my foot slipped in what appeared to be blood. I caught myself before hitting the floor and still went down onto one new to investigate this fluid. It didn't take long to figure out it was in fact blood and it was all over my room, walls and all. The strange thing was that some of it seemed dry and coagulated meaning it was old, but other spots were more fresh. My real question was to whom this blood belonged, it didn't seem to be mine or at least not all of it. There were no apparent cuts or scrapes on my body so just what the hell had happened?
Flashback to this morning, maybe I can recall something if I retrace my steps. Think...Think. I awoke like any other morning, today is...is..Saturday so that means... Dammit think! Rene was cooking breakfast that's right! Something seemed off though she...she didn't have the same spark in her blue-grey eyes. The shine was gone, she seemed so cold and distant. I clutched my head as another surge of pain hit and I remembered holding her cold body in my arms...my God what happened? Back to the morning, nothing unusual except for her attitude. And her hand...something about her hand. I stumbled into the kitchen hoping to spur more memories. When I entered the kitchen it seemed in order, blood free except for the faint footprint trail. I scanned the area peering into the living room. The living room there was...something that happened. It was loud, was it our movie? No, it was another romantic comedy she had picked out. So, why was it so loud?
I slowly made my way over to the living room tracing my finger along the marble counter-tops. That's when I cam across the ring, her engagement ring that's what was missing from her finger this morning. Now there were more flashes, but no images this time just flashes of red and white with sounds of smashing glass and vases mixed in intermittently. Were we robbed or assaulted at something? Why can't I remember?! I'm not getting any inklings of an attack...did I fight with Rene? Maybe that's why she was cold this morning, we had a fight last night about...about something inane and pointless. But we still shared the same bed, it couldn't have been that bad. I still remember how well her body felt curled up next to mine, how soft her hair felt...I thought we had made up...I thought everything was OK that night. Why isn't everything right tonight? Why is she apparently dead? I couldn't stand being inside anymore everything inside of it began to repulse me and I ran outside inhaling deeply as if I had just surfaced from water. Water...water..the river outside our home there was something there. The walk wasn't that far, but the staggered steps hindered me quite a bit as more pictures violated my eyes.
The pictures began to piece together what had happened to Rene. There were walls splashed with phrases and blood "She's mine" and "Never leave" painted the rooms...all written in blood. Was that me? Or...was it maybe a jealous ex or spurned lover? It couldn't have been me...I loved her, I was set to marry her. She was so beautiful and perfect I couldn't have done this. Or at least so I thought until I reached the river and fell to my knees. There she was face down in the river, cold and blue and her hair was dirtied and dampened clinging to her pale skin. I crawled over to her and stopped beside Rene able to do nothing but weep. I rolled her over and pulled her onto my lap, cradling her head in my arms. Her mouth was open and her face distorted, all her blood drained out. I wanted to scream but no sound came out and I simply looked up at the sky pleading the I be taken next. I started to feel weak again, the breath escaping out of my lungs as I collapsed over and my vision began fading again. Before I was gone completely, the river beside us began to shift and churn changing to a dark, sinister black and a form beside me appeared. This creature looked like...like myself but dark...maybe...maybe it was me all along.
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