Perfect (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 9.75: Markers

Chapter 9.75: Markers

        “You’re not going to tell anyone about what happened the other time. Got it?” Carol shouted, pushing Red against the bisque wall.

              Thud! Red fell from afar. He wiped blood that drooled below his lips and pursed his lips to not let anger be free.

              “What the hell is your problem?!” Red strikingly yelled back.

              “Do I need to reiterate, Red?” Carol annoyingly cried.

              “Yes. For yourself. You need to reiterate that to yourself that you are a dumb high school try hard that does nothing but bring down people at your very own mistakes!” Red growled. “I am not childish enough to think about what happened years ago and you can’t move—”

              “I lost relationships—!”

              “I lost opportunities, Carol!”

              “I don’t care!”

              “I don’t care either!” Red scowled. “You know how you wrecked my life?”

              “Yes, and still unsatisfied.”

              “What else?”

              “Your death.”

              “And then?”

              “I’ll be happy.”

              “Well I don’t want you to be happy!”

              “Oh yeah?” Carol held him on his collar and pushed him near the stair.

              “Seeing you suffer in my hands, makes me joyous, Red,” he chuckled.

              “I don’t think so,” Red smirked.

              Carol arched an eyebrow at him and narrowed his eyes.

              “Yes. I don’t think so.” Red stood from his place. “Because I never suffered from you. I suffered because of my fear that I can never achieve my dreams just because of my anger. Now, I am not afraid,” Red’s lips smiled fiendishly. “Seeing your face sulking in fear, makes me joyous, Carol. I had suffered enough and now, you’ll never suffer,” he giggled. “Why? Look behind you.”

              Carol turned around and saw his body inches away from the stairs. He quivered in fear and his eyebrows convexly curved themselves.

              “Please. Don’t!” Carol pleaded as the wheels turned upside down in a blink of a second.

              Red blew dirt from his nails and an evil smile crossed his face.

              “I have never seen a face before me like that,” he giggled. “And it is from you!” he exclaimed. “How… pathetic!” A force launched his arm and pushed someone away from him.

              Red’s eyes bulged out. Color was drained from his face. His jaw dropped wide open. He was pale as the snow. He was astonished to witness something he never ever expected to happen. It was all from a movie. What happened was like a scene that jumped out from a heavy drama flick and lambasted him directly to his heart.

              A-A-Albern?

              “Albern!” He rushed downstairs and tripped over, but he did not feel the pain. All he could feel was regret.