Insanity At Its Best

44 - aftermath

Forbidden Fruit by J.Cole (Hucci Remix)

My eyes are closed, I know that much. The stench in the room is revolting. It reeks of sex and blood. 

I feel my nose scrunch the more air I breathe in and I make it my mission to find out what the hell it is.

Slowly I sit up in my spot and I feel the warmth fall from my chest. I open my eyes only to close them once again. The light in the room isn't even that bright but I have yet to adjust to my surroundings.

My hand raises to rub the tiredness from my eye. I feel a yawn building up behind my mouth and I open it just in time.

I pull my knees up to my slouched body and I rest my arms out in front.

Finally I re-open my eyes and look around.

It seems pretty normal. Clothes strewn all across the floor, some I don't even recognize.

I can feel a small pressure on my head that increasingly becomes stronger in a split second.

I suck in a sharp breath before lying back in place.

Just five more minutes.

The next time I wake up it's abrupt. A heavy sound is what drags me out of my sleep.

I open my eyes and everything is blurry. The more I blink the better the scene before me clears up. I nearly jumped in my place once it's clear.

Jack stands tall in a pair of boxer briefs. His face is strewn in concentration. He holds a pair of ankles as he drags what looks like to be a human body across the room.

"What's..going on?" I say groggily and this brings him out of his head. He looks up and drops the limbs immediately. I do my best to try to get up to see what's below.

A body, most likely a girl, lies messily on the ground. Her bleach blonde hair lies over her face making it difficult to see who it is.

I look up to see Jack stepping over the person below. He lies down next to me. The pain in my head returns and I lie back down on my side to face him.

"Good morning cupcake" he whispers and tucks a hair behind my ear.

"G'morning" I say back lowly.

I feel his fingers glide through my hair, combing it back.

"What's going on?" I ask but it's as if my voice hadn't even been heard.

"Here, drink" he hands me a pill and a glass of water. Without hesitation I plop it into my mouth and swallow it with the water.

"Sleep" he presses a soft kiss on my cheek and I close my eyes once again.

This time, this time I wake up on my own. No light, no noise.

It's still morning, I can tell by the sun not entirely up in the sky. Every now and then it would hide because of the clouds in its way.

I look down to see a warm, fuzzy looking black blanket draped over my body.

I sit up and hold it to my chest. I can feel myself naked under this. My eyebrows furrow and I rub my temples.

The pain isn't as powerful anymore. But it's still there.

I look around the bed to find a great amount of blood splattered around me.