The Wrong Way to Stay Together

I sat in the corner. Mascara dried to my cheeks. My forehead rested against arms and arms rested on my knees. My head burned from crying. I had been sitting there for at least an hour. I opened my eyes. They might as well have been closed. It was pitch black in the house.

I stretched out my body and stood up. Even though I couldn't see I felt dizzy. I stood still for a few minutes before slowly feeling my way around. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I had been here so many times before. Most of the time with a smile on my face.

I had reached the bedroom door. I took a deep breath, and pushed it open gently. The bathroom was right across the hall. I closed my eyes and took a few big steps. Nearly running into the wall, I made it into the bathroom without distractions. I felt around the wall for the light switch. My eyes were still closed. As soon as I turned the lights on my eyes opened.

There was a girl covered with blood staring at me. I screamed a loud, blood curling scream. She did too. I reached up to cover my eyes with my hand. She did too. I sighed. It was only my reflection. I looked wild. My eyes were red and puffy. I had mascara running down my cheeks. My face was splattered with blood. My hair was red and sticky.

I lifted up my hands, examining them. My hands looked dyed red. That's how it had gotten in my hair. I had held him. Trying to make him to... I forced the thoughts out of my head. I wasn't ready to face that yet.

I turned on the sink and grabbed a wash cloth from a nearby cabinet. I wet the cloth and began to scrub my face. After I could recognize my face in the mirror I washed my hands four times. I ran my clean hands through my hair trying to straighten it out.

When I felt clean enough I closed my eyes. I was going to go through tonight's events. I had walked through the door smiling. "Hey babycakes!" I had yelled "Guess who." When no one answered I got worried. Maybe he was in the shower, I had thought. Boom, there he was. Laying there in the middle of the floor. I ran to him. Tears began to fall from my eyes. I tried to wake him, but the blood was flowing to fast.

I shivered. Forcing myself to come back to the present. I was ready now. I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. There he was again. I held back the tears. I kneeled down beside him. His perfect face was all bloody and he looked terrified. I put my head on his chest and just held it there for a little while. Breathing slowly, I thought about what I was going to do.

I pulled the knife out of his chest slowly. Took a deep breath. I held the knife in my hand steadily, and layed down. My head rested against his chest. The right side of my body against his. I placed the tip of the blade on my heart. "I love you Cody." I whispered before shoving the blade through my skin.

I felt the pain for only a second. A slight rip of the skin. An electric shock of pain. I was going to see him again. I hope my face was smiling because I died happily.