Blood is Thinner Than Water

10/16/2019

A figure in all black clothing with a large black hat covering the face stands in front of Jake. Long, jet black hair coming down to the shoulders flies in the wind. He couldn't tell if the figure was a man or woman. The more details he could make out, the more he's certain that this was a woman - from the long straight hair, to the long black boots, to the black leather pants and trench coat covering her skin tight black leather shirt.

She was slender, not very tall, and as she raised her head, a large pair of sunglasses conceals her face.

She looked so mysterious. So beautiful. He feels almost drawn to her. He gets closer to her, a cold aura from her overcoming him. Something about this, about her, feels wrong but right at the same time.

With long black gloves on, she signals for him to get closer. And he does so voluntarily until he is no further than two feet away. She closes the distance between them by wrapping her arms around him and embracing him. Her lips touch his neck, and he could not resist but bring his lips to meet hers. A passionate feeling he hasn't felt in a long time overcomes him as they devour each other.

But just as he is enjoying her to the point where they start taking each other's clothes off, he takes the sunglasses off of her, only to be staring right into...Marleen's eyes!

Then a cold metallic object all of a sudden appears in his right hand, the barrel pointing right at her forehead. He was taken aback.

"You can't have me," Marleen's sultry voice says as he involuntarily pulls the trigger.

......

The beige ceiling of his bedroom was the first thing he sees as he hears the gun shot echoing in his mind, her figure fading into the background.

Breathing heavily, sweating and nauseated, he slumps over to the garbage can right next to his bed and hurls all the contents from his stomach out.

The yellow bile quickly fills his nostrils as he stumbles out of bed, takes the garbage can and throws it out the bathroom window and into the break of dawn. He will go out there and clean it up when he feels better and he doesn't smell the stench of vomit everywhere.

The bathroom didn't smell too keen either. Dried bits of vomit he finds on the toilet seat was evidence that he was in here at least once overnight, though he doesn't remember anything about how he even got home in the first place, let alone what happened after he blacked out.

He takes a few minutes to compose himself, his head pounding and throat dry as sandpaper to the point where he couldn't even clear his throat without it hurting. He hangs out by the toilet in case another episode were to occur. Eventually it does, though not nearly as bad as the last one.

Considering whatever the hell that fever dream he just had was, he would rather be up puking than falling back asleep anyway.

Not knowing how much time has passed, he suddenly hears a knock at the door.

"Who the fuck is it?" Jake shouts groggily almost without meaning to.

"It's just me, Jake."

It was Ryan.

With a huge sigh of relief he had no idea he was even holding and with as much strength as he could muster, takes a swig of mouthwash, spits it out rather clumsily, throws on his robe without looking in the mirror, and very slowly makes his way to the door.

Taking a deep breath, he opens it to find Ryan standing there. He could tell that Ryan was taken aback by his unmistakable ragged appearance, although something tells him that Ryan may not be all that surprised about it considering that he makes no comment and right away gets to the point of why he is there in the first place.