Chapter One
She stretched her arms wide as she rose from the bed with a yawn. She slipped on her fuzzy white slippers as she walked to the bedroom’s private bathroom. Birgit grinned at her reflection in the mirror; her short brown hair was a mess from waking up, especially since she’d showered just before bed, but her silk slip still sat nicely over her curves. She was not a very curvy woman, but a nice fit makes even the simplest thing look gorgeous.
She pulled open the top drawer and grabbed her hair brush and started yanking it through the knots. It was easier to maintain since she broke up with Hunter; he’d loved her long hair so much she couldn’t even brush it without bawling her eyes out.
She coughed heavily into her fist, feeling the clench in her chest. Once the little fit was over she shook her head and continued with her grooming. I need to check up with Dr. Matheson, he must have his results in by now.
Hair smoothed she put away the hair brush and went for the toothbrush. She took a deep breath, to calm her nerves and the scratch at the back of her throat. It’s been two years today that I kicked Hunter out.
She coughed again, harder this time. Her whole body shook with the coughs. When she pulled her hand away she was disappointed to see the little specks of blood covering her pale skin. I hope this isn’t anything serious, I don’t want Ray to worry. Ray... She thought with affection.
She may not love him as fiercely as she had loved Hunter, but he was better for her. He made her happy, her friends actually approved of him and above all – he was not a criminal.
”Hunny?” She called as she sauntered out of the bathroom and through the bedroom. I wonder if we’d still be together if he hadn’t been... She knew it was wrong, and she felt like she was betraying Ray everytime she thought of him, but Birgit couldn’t ever totally forget Hunter. There’d been something about him, about the two of them together, that stuck with her. She wished she could explain why being with Hunter had felt so right, because then she may actually stand a chance of totally moving on.
“Ray?” She called when there was no answer. “Babe, can you pour me some cereal?” She asked. She heard a crash as she walked into the living room. “Raymond!” She screamed terror gripping her heart as she rounded the corner into their living room.
She hesitated only a moment before racing to his bloody body laying in the shards of their glass coffee table. “Ray? Ray can you hear me?” She held him to her. There was blood all over. His t-shirt and boxers were crimson coated, and she could barely make out his features. “Baby come on, you can’t die on me.”
She started shaking as she rocked his body back and forth. She knew somewhere within her it was useless, Ray was gone, but she couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t lose him, she couldn't lose her dearest companion. How had this even happened? A distant part of her wondered.
“No...no... you can’t go.” She sobbed. Through the blur of tears she tried to find the wound but she could see nothing. She felt all over his body, starting at a rip in his shirt to find a slash right across his chest and a disgusting rip torn through his throat. Her fingers froze on the slimy, blood dosed, flap of skin at his neck. The torn flesh feeling so profoundly wrong under her finger tips. “No...no...” was all she could say, over and over. No other words existed for her, no other words made sense. Why would someone do this? Who could’ve done it?
As if her thoughts were being guided she remembered the crashing noise she’d heard coming in to the room. It could just have been the crashing of the table but her instincts told her to look up to the window. Seeing the curtains fluttering in the morning breeze and glass littering the ground she ran to it. Her knees were on fire. Kneeling by the lifeless, crimson corpse of her lover had left shards of glass to tear at her knees. Her own blood mingled with the spilt blood all over the floor.
She looked out the window onto the street, shattered glass crunching under her bare feet. She didn't see anyone on the street below, whoever had done this had gotten away. She felt like her heart was being torn from her chest.
The only thing that made sense to her now, as she stood in silent numbness, was that only bad things happened to the men she loved.
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Magical Me
FantasíaBirgit doesn't think her life can get any worse when she has to break up with the man she loves because he won't stop committing crime, and he never tells her why he's done it. But then, Hunter comes back when she is finally happy, kills her new boy...
