My head is passing around, like a mad man in a room, a rubber room, a rubber room filled with rats. I can't take it anymore; my head is dizzy, spinning around in circles and making new shapes that aren't comprehendible by humans, maybe if he were here, he could calm me down; I feel light headed, the outer-rim of my vision are slowly becoming black, any moment I would fall; my stomach turns and churns, I could spew at any given possible second.
I run towards the toilet in a panic, I lean my head over the bowel and vomit. What had I just witnessed, what have I created? I saw him holding Francis, the contorted sour sad look on the real Francis, I had disappointed him, I had disappointed his family, this neighbourhood.
The blood that covered the spawn of Satan wouldn't have been spilled if I just killed him from the start; the blood that covered his face, the blood that drenched his clothes; he had made blood look like water, like rain, it had saturated him and yet it didn't seem like anything, just a swim in a lake for him.
Thank God the DDD had killed him, would he have had killed more of my friends? The people who I'm supposed to protect. If I hadn't called the DDD a second later?
Apart of me misses him, a part of me yearns for him, another part of me realises I don't miss him, I miss the memories.
I stand up from the toilet and flush the remaining of my insides. I stumble towards the sink and lean over it to see my own reflection in the mirror, I'm disappointed in myself; My hair in a mess, all over the place, I had ruffled it in my crazed tantrums over the devil; My eyes with bags, restless nights thinking about Francis's face, his look said it all, I had let him down. I turn on the sink and wash my face and hands, trying to refreshen myself, but yet when I look up, it's still me, it will always be me.
Knock Knock Knock.
Who could that be? was it Francis's family to come and shame me, to tell me I'm a horrible, wicked person for being Persephone? To fall in love with hades.
"Hello?" I rub my eyes tiredly opening the door.
"Hello love."
"FRANCIS!"
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Milk the Milkman
DragosteYou're just doing your job and all of a sudden a man who you're so familiar with is acting off, what could be wrong? find out.
