Karma's Happenstance

What Was That About Karma Again?

What Was That About Karma Again?

I think I’m dead. 
No joke. I mean dead. Like dead dead. Croaked, lifeless, gone. 

How the fuck do I know? I just know, okay? 
I feel weird. Like numb. I mean, shouldn’t I be in pain or something? I did get fucking stabbed, right? Or shouldn't I at least be suffering from withdrawal? I know I was. But I just don’t feel anything. So if I feel nothing I've gotta be dead, right? 

I will my heavy eyes to open. Maybe I'm not dead. When I open my eyes I’m lying on a bed. This isn't hell house. This isn't my bed. I have no fucking clue where I am. I strain my eyes for better look around. It’s a crappy Motel room. The wallpaper is old and yellowed and it’s beginning to peel off in one corner. 

Yeah, that’s exactly how I imagine purgatory being for me. To be stuck in some rundown Motel for eternity, bored to death. I think I deserve this. I've been such a fuck up in my life. What was that shit about karma again? 

The door opens and I bend my head to see who’s coming in, but I don’t actually care. I'm too fucking numb to care. Still those old human instincts react in me and I look out of habit. 

A small figures appears in the doorframe, enlightened by the daylight that’s coming through the open door. My eyes throb at the sudden light. I wish whoever it is would shut the fucking door. Why couldn't my purgatory be less bright? 

The first thing I think, as the figure moves closer is that I might be wrong about purgatory. Because what I see walking up on me is a fucking angel. The light behind her is like a halo of heavenly auras. Did I go to heaven instead? Why else would I see an angel? 

She’s young. Maybe eighteen, twenty tops. She’s wearing a long white dress that flows in some breeze I can't seem to feel. The way the light touches her hair, it looks like it’s on fire. Maybe it is. Maybe this is hell. Satan was beautiful right? Why wouldn't his grim reaper chick who was here for me be? 

But the Angel comes closer to me. The angel is so fucking beautiful, I can’t breathe. What the fuck is she doing here? Who is she? Is she good or bad? Is she here to take me to the other side? 

When she reaches the bed, she looks down on me with a frantic look on her face. I feel a bit doomed now. I try to swallow the knot in my throat. She is too damn pretty for a look like that. A girl like her should be smiling. But her lack of it is troubling me. 

I feel the urge to make her smile but I still can’t move or speak. She bends forward, her face coming quite clearly into my view. Her hair that had appeared on fire now just looks wavy red hair touches my bare chest. It's like Axl's but redder. I want to touch it, feel the silky strands running through my fingers. 

Her small breasts press against my chest when she moves even closer to me. Hovering over me. Drawing her head closer and closer to mine. I can feel her soft lips on my ear. Her hair smells like fruit. I can’t make out what exactly but it’s so damn delicious, I can’t stop myself from licking my lips. 

"Save me, Izzy." She whispers in my ear. "Please save me." 

I would do anything to have her moan my name over and over again. 

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my gut and blink for a second. The girl is gone now. The room is darker. I wake up with a dark figure hovering over me. It’s fucking cold and I don’t feel numb anymore. Quite the opposite, I’m sweating like hell and my body is shaking. 

"Ax turn up the heat," I think I moan. 

I try to make out who’s sitting next to me and slowly I recognize the big figure with the black hair. Panic sweeps me as a tall lanky dark figure appears with this blur around him. He is tall. But the hair is spiked up at least three inches and his boots bear plat formed soles. He appears six foot six. His hair is black and wild. I can't make him out, but there's a sense of familiarity.