I Know You

The Only Part

"Please stop!" she begged after he'd exploded the glass between his fingers.
He stood up, muscles tightening, veins throbbing, eyes darkening. He skirted the table, panting in rage, and walked to the living room. She feared what was going to happen in her back, she'd never seen him that way. After all these years she'd never witnessed her best friend turning into a furious beast. It wasn't a major arguing, why did he get so frustrated?
Glass shattered, wood broke, cushions were ripped off. He couldn't stop screaming and she couldn't stop crying. She was afraid for him and for her own self. What would happen once he'd be done with the furniture? Would she be next?
While all hell was breaking lose behind her she tried to restrengthen herself. She was the only one that could stop this at the moment before neighbors called the cops. Perhaps was she the only one that could talk him out of his non-sense. When the destruction seemed to stop she wiped her tears and stood from her chair, ready to do whatever she had to do to make him understand.
But what she saw when she turned around only made the tears waiting in her eyes raining down her face once more. Not only was everything broken, but her best friend's arms and hands were covered in red: multiple wounds deformed his flesh and had cut his veins, spilling blood everywhere. She fell to her knees as she choke for air. She was in deep pain at the sight of him standing in the middle of chaos. Now is inner chaos had travelled out of his body and in his living room. The white walls were bloodstained and pierced at a few placed, the couch was destroyed and as for the family pictures, there were only a few ones still intact.
"What have you done?" she screamed, her guts twisting and salted tears falling in her mouth. "Why did you do that? You're not like that. The guy I know would never have done that. Why? Why can't you understand? Why can't you be yourself?"
His gaze fell on her but she couldn't see it now that her vision was completely blurred by tears. He didn't seem to understand what she meant to say; he wasn't himself.
"I know you, I know how you are, what you are. But this, this is not you. You're a nice and kind and sweet guy, you like to joke and make me happy, it's always been like that, through all those years." She took a moment to breath and clear her mind off all the bad stuff she could've thrown at him. In those moments, it wasn't the time to be mad but now she had enough.
She attempted to stand but failed, steadying herself with a hand on her knee as she looked him in the eye, trying to stop her cries. "Please, hear my words, come back to me. The guy I love isn't the one you are."
"What?" he blinked a few times, "Huh-" and brought a hand to his forehead.
He begins to return to himself. She slowly stood as he held his head so tight she was afraid he might actually crash his skull. He fell to his knees and screamed as the one he was was coming back and the one who made him violent was leaving. One last lung-ripping and agonizing scream and he panted, back to his real self. She walked to the middle of the room and dropped to her knees next to him. She patted his back and rubbed his hair, bringing his head to her chest as he slowly sobbed.
"That guy's a monster," he said as he realized what he'd done. "I'm a fucking monster."
"Shhh... it's over now."
"Look what he's done. Look!" He extended his arms at the chaotic room and then dropped them to the floor. "I can't believe it..."
"Don't think about it, we'll fix it all together. I'm with you now, it's all going to be okay. Hey," she cupped his chin so he'd look her in the eye, "I love you, okay?"