• Lucky Me, I See Ghosts •

Monstrous

It was fast, couldn't think about it.
Thud...

His body fell to the floor. It was heavy.
Lucky's arms were shaky, his legs felt like jelly.

He watched the blood drain on the floor. He threw up alcohol on the floor,"Holy shit!"

Willow got up tears drying from her eyes. "He's dead." Willow grabbed Lucky's wrist, he looked in her eyes. Tears fell, "Shh...Baby. You're okay."

Willow looked at the blood on the floor."Baby, we need to get out okay? We need to leave."

She wiped his tears. She pulled him outside into the truck, than started driving. She continued to drive down the dirt road.

The the imagine of the mans dead body on the floor. The dark blood dripping on the floor. The sound of his body hitting the ground, as well as the last flow of wind left his body.

The look in his eyes, that was his life fashing before he died. The thoughts echo in his mind. He has tears in his eyes and blood on his hands.

He felt guilty- he killed someone. He was a monster, he didn't think about killing him, he didn't want to kill him.

He wanted to stop him, but he was going to kill Willow, and soon after possibly killing him, he couldn't do anything.

And maybe if Willow really did fall in love with him he would have a chance to live, freely. "Are you thinking about what you did?"

"Yes." He said it blankly while staring out the window.

"It's not your fault you know, he would have killed me." He waited looking down at the dried blood on his hands.

"You really love me?" Willow said with a shaky voice.

He realized she was shaking, she was scared like him. He stayed quiet.

"You wouldn't have killed him if you didn't love me."

No. He didn't love her, he hated her, he didn't kill him to save her. He knew that if she was dead; he would die too. He was better off alive with her, that man would kill him, and he knew if she really loved him he could take advantage of her, lie and survive.

He didn't kill him to save her, he would never do that, he killed him to save himself.

She stopped the car on the side of the road, they were out of gas. Willow gets out of the car, Lucky stays in the car as Willow sits in the back of the truck, smoking.

Lucky sat in the passenger seat, he wiped his dry bloody hands on his shirt. His hands stained in red, the blood couldn't come off.

He opened the door and stepped out into the cold. He walked to the back of the truck. He sat next to Willow, in the back of the truck. She handed him marijuana, he took it.

Considering his mind full of blood and killing that man, he thought it would be the same as smoking. First it was the nausea that made him cough.

Than he was fuzzy, he couldn't think straight. He couldn't comprehend what was happening or was he was doing. They started drinking, seeing the sun set he knew the date the time, the year.

It was 12:00 .P.M. December 25, 2006. Christmas day, high in the back of his kidnappers truck, drinking heavy alcohol and smoking.

Even though he was high he could see the body in his mind the blood on his hands, he couldn't get over it.

He killed someone, that's something he couldn't get out of his head. He drank and drank till he pasted out.