The gloomy clouds masked over the moon, breaking the moons light from reaching the dark woods. Bernard walked through the deep underbrush, freeing his sweater from branches every now and then.
He held it.
Bernard knew why he was outside, but his mother didn't. She'd be at home, sitting at the kitchen table, head hanging. Bottle in her hand, white-knuckle grip. She wouldn't notice him slipping out his window into the backyard.
She would kiss him.
The dark forest shuddered as another breeze drifted by. The clearing ahead came into view, the white flowers dotting the lush grass appearing like stars in the night sky. She was there.
She would say, "Help me."
Bernard stared at her from the tree line, his blond hair fluttering in the small breeze. Her back faced him, her white dress nasty and unwashed as normal. Her black locks were mangled against her shoulders like choppy vines.
He nodded, tears running down his face.
She turned her head, her black bangs flying from her face for a split second, revealing wide, gentle eyes. Bernard always thought they looked like a sunrise.
He'd do the deed.
"Berny. You made it." She'd say in a soft voice, a hoarseness to it. Her red, beaten and bruised lips looked soft in the darkness. Bernard nodded and approached her. "Of course I did." He responded, sitting next to her.
She'd smile, crimson droplets gathering on her dress collar.
Bernard took her chilly, pale hand. "Lisa...I brought it." He gestured to the box beside him, his tiny fingers wrapped around the handle. Lisa's smile was warming.
He'd be crying.
Lisa's smile faded to a small grin of hope; dead hope. Bernard stared at her, her beauty amplified as the clouds drifted away to let the moonlight through. Her black bangs glimmered, her pale skin turned a glowing white.
He'd sob into his bloody hands.
Bernard opened the box at Lisa's request. He pulled out the buzzsaw with anxious hands. "...I love you..." He whispered. Lisa looked up, her lips pulling back in a weak frown. She said nothing.
Her hands would slap his reddened face.
Lisa sat still, reeling down her socks to reveal pale tiny feet. Bernard started up the saw, running the blades across her shins. She bit her lip and smiled. Warm tears ran down Bernard's face, his mouth contouring in a pained cringe.
She'd scream at him as he sobbed continuously.
The hummm hummm of the saw made Bernard's tears flow faster. Lisa slapped his hand and he quickly drew back the saw. The blood on her foot pooled in the grass. "Good...that was good."
He'd cry out to her.
Bernard's shaking hands gripped the handle of the saw meekly. Blood had splattered onto his cheek. He could smell it. Lisa rolled her socks back up, grinning. "Thank you. The more you help me, the more I'll love you." The lie in her voice hurt his heart.
She'd look down on him, whispering. "Tomorrow is another day, Berny. I'll be back. Right here. That's when you'll prove yourself. I'll need it."
She'd walk away. Leaving him alone to sob and cry; pound his fists on the bloody grass.
She'd return home, slipping into her bed where the blood soaked the messy and stained sheets.
She'd come back. The happiness in her face gone. It hadn't worked.
Bernard would be standing there, the saw in hand. "Tomorrow is another day..." He'd hear her mutter kindly after he sawed open her inner thighs to mutilation.
Bernard would awake the next morning, eyes wide. Breath calming down, he'd think it was a dream and go downstairs.
But tomorrow would be another day.
AN/ thanks for reading! Bernard an Lisa belong to Austin Jorgensen (Ding-A-Ling)
