𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.
Her eyelids groggily opened at the sound of footsteps. A shadow stood tall near her body, looking down on the thing she had become. She blinked, tried to move a little, and the pain under her toes stung her whole body. She winced, recoiled, and the figure standing at the top didn't move. It watched her squirm. It watched her boil in pain. At length, after her muscles had given up protesting, this figure crouched before her eyes, and a familiar perfume meandered inside her nostrils. Sweet and condescending. The realization triggered a brute wave of embarrassment. It was Asher. Scrutinizing her state.
She sat up with struggle, eyes fixed on the smudges of blood on her feet. She couldn't look him in the eye; she didn't have to. Her whole skin, broken or not, could sense the fury vibrating from his demeanor. The disgust, the loathe. She gulped and tried to stand up, but she collapsed again, hitting her jaw at the edge of the bed, and for some reason the pain struck from the other side. Her right shoulder screamed despite not hitting anything. It might have sprained from the position. She rubbed the back of her shoulder, eyes shut and the bottom lip trembling, because she knew what it was. Next, the confirmation. The other shoulder yelled in agony, followed by the back. Something heavy just landed on her and pressed her onto the floor.
She grasped the carpet and shut her eyes, expecting another blow, but the foot stayed there, pressing her. The front of her ribcage was buried into the carpet so much she felt the hard floor beneath it. Then, a voice, extremely close to her ear. A handsome and full of texture voice that sent goosebumps of pleasure, but sometimes only fear.
"You know, I'm not even mad you cheated on me."
The foot twisted on her back and pressed more.
"I'm not even mad at Noah."
The back of her head cried when he grasped her hair and tugged it to the side, exposing her face. She shut her eyes even more, feeling the acid air burning her cheek.
"I'm mad at myself for ever leaving that hotel room to buy your birthday present. That was the biggest mistake of my life."
He tugged a bit more.
"I was arrested. Stayed there for years. But that's manageable. I'm resilient."
Her body wanted to convulse and break into a fit of sobs, but he pressed again.
"But I can't take it when I lose her. And she's dead. I wasn't here to protect her. To tell her no. To hold her. Instead, you were here, behind the bushes, waiting to strike. And you swallowed her, you devoured her, because you're just a hungry bitch. I don't fucking care who you are, but you killed Anita. She's gone. I don't see her anywhere."
Her throat, although aching for holding the screams, yielded to the urgency of her words. "Ash, I-"
Every follicle of her hair screeched with despair.
"You think you can live in her place, indulge from the same privileges, sleep in her room, bleed in her room, but you can't. You're disgusting everyone, especially my Anita. I wished she could come back to put you in your place. Six feet under. I wished. That would be a dream. To see her again. So go and kill yourself before I do it with my own hands."
The pain didn't alleviate when he let go. It got increasingly unbearable as his steps grew distant. When they stopped, a little string of hope twirled around her brain.
"Tell Anita to come back. I'm missing her."
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BEING ANITA
Romantik'I love you,' Asher told me while the police man handcuffed him. The night glimmered in his green eyes. His dark hair was tousled, strands like conductors of the energy in his chest. "I fucking love you." In other circumstances, a few years ago, I w...
