Baby When You are Drunk and I am High

The buried skeletons of past coming out

Third Person POV

"That day I just didn't lose my virginity to a monster, I lost everything including myself. I blamed my dad for whatever happened to me and I just couldn't bear looking at him. So I went home told him about Shivam but instead of supporting me and called me cheap whore just like my mother. He blamed everything on me and told me to leave and without even so much as a thought I collected all the necessary stuff and left that hellhole called home. I wandered down the streets in broad daylight with nowhere to go. I was lost figuratively as well as literally so I called my friend Simi I told her everything and instead of judging me she called me to live with her and that's how I became this."

She paused once more when it felt like her throat was closing up because of too much emotion. She took a deep breath before continuing again.

"Each night I would have nightmares of him forcing himself on me over and over again and I would wake up sweating and then I would shower and scratch my skin sore in order to remove his filthy touch off of me. Simi knew what I was going through and so she dragged me to a party one day to cheer me up. I wasn't keen on going but she made me. The party she took me too was complete opposite of the parties that I went to before. There were teenagers drinking and smoking pot. There was dirty dancing, couples openly making out and grinding suggestively against one another. I felt like I was in another world. At that party I met Nil I mean Nilesh; he was Simi's best friend. We were just sitting and he kind of felt that I was dying inside so he offered me drugs. I was stunned at first but he just the only thing that could have made me do it. He said "You'll forget" and so I took a hit and he was right I did forget. The haze of the drugs pulled me deep inside and I would float around in a safe haven created by the drugs but it never lasted as soon as the drugs wore off the pain and memories came back to haunt me and I would smoke again. That was when I became who I am now."

She finally stopped and closed her eyes. She inhaled once and then exhaled loudly and gazed at him. Her eyes locked with his and she almost gasped seeing the intensity in his eyes. His eyes held empathy and not sympathy. She was shocked because never has anyone understood her pain at least not the way she expected them too. He was looking at her as if he understood exactly what she felt.

"I am sorry"

For the first time she believed when someone said those words to her. She believed that he really meant it. So she gave him a broken a smile and said

"It's OK, I have learnt how to live with it. Anyways enough about me"

"No it's not OK whatever that bastard did to you should not define who you are now, you are stronger than that, I can feel it." His voice was angry but soft.

"Says the guys who tried to kill himself"

She resorted with a smirk and saying so, she moved up and straddled him while he was still lying on his back. Even though they both were naked there was nothing sensual about the move it was innocent in its own way. She kept both her hands on his chest and traced his scar while he gripped her waist and stared at her admiring her strength. He was so lost in his admiring her that he almost missed her question.

"Why did you do it?"Her question was clear and he replied

"I killed my mother" .Her eyes widened and she went rigid, her body stiff while he laid there cool as a cucumber...minutes passed and none of them moved or said anything. She was in shock because of the information while he simply did not know what to say next.

She was thinking million things.

'He killed his mother', 'what if he is a serial killer?', 'what if he kills me?', 'did he sleep with me to kill me?', 'if he is a killer/murderer why would he commit suicide?', 'is he bipolar or mental perhaps?'. She was thinking anything and everything at once. She looked at him once again. He was busy tracing circles on her bare hipbones lost in thought. She gulped loudly before asking