Burns & Bruises

Chapter 2|Scars

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Jamarion Montique POV
Friday, February 23rd
7:47 am

I pull the cover of my pullover over my head and pull at the arms. My eyes glued to my reflection in the mirror.

As though I hadn't experienced hell and beyond, my body echoes the look of a sound-minded man.

Today is one of the few days that I feel
like myself despite the world going to shit for me.

Eyelids clamped close, I let go of a deep breath. My hands shake at my sides forcing me to enclose them with each other.

I reopen my eyes, scanning the contents of my dresser looking for the one thing that calms my raging nerves.

Stepping away from the dresser I shake my head. I won't allow myself to fall into that cycle. I can't be like the people that I save day in and day out.

Shakily my palms trot over my face in an attempt to rid the thoughts of drugs out of my mind.

I walk briskly to the kitchen as the pounding in my head becomes more, digging through the fridge my heart
throbs against my ribcage to the point I feel my heartbeat in my thumbs.

I find the Campari bottle and with shaking hands I turn the bottle to my head emptying the little content that was left from last night's pity party.

My throat burns and I take a seat on the floor. My eyes dance around the kitchen searching for nothing in particular.

I close my eyes and lay my head on the floor as the effects of the Campari play on me.

My ears then perk up at the sound of her soft and angelic singing voice. A smile spreads wide on my face as her face gets closer and her voice even more clear.

Tears slide down my face and outstretch my hands go to brush against her face. My attempt to reach her is unsuccessful.

The clear salty liquid multiples as her voice gets louder and I am impotent in my need to console her.

I haven't seen her in weeks it hasn't gotten this bad in which I would be brought this close to her.

Heat encompasses me and I bash to open my eyes removing myself from this torture.

No longer able to hear her beautiful singing but her screams as flames engulf us both. I reach out for her a second time trying to pull her from the flames but she only moves back instead of forward causing my tears to become more.

I step into the flames a bit more searching for my love, sourcing her only by her voice that is screaming above the sound of burning wood. Tears slide down my cheeks and I pull back my hands when they make contact with the tortuous flames.

Her voice is no more and I scream out.

I open my eyes drenched in sweat and tears. My skin feels hot and my hands find themselves to the scars I gained years ago.

I slam myself down on the tiles. If only death would have come for me already.

Rolling myself around the ground, screaming at the top of my lungs as I cry. I close my exhausted eyes.